Yu Luohuang had exhausted all his Soul Power. Pale-faced, he walked over to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's area. "I'm sorry, Sect Master. I only made Gu Rong use one soul skill."
"Ah... You did your best." Yu Yuanzhen sighed softly. How could he not know the gap between a Title Douluo and a Soul Douluo? Not to mention that Yu Luohuang was merely an eighty-third-ranked Soul Douluo.
At this point, Gu Rong beating the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's elders was like an adult beating infants—effortless. What loss could spending the Soul Power for a third soul skill possibly mean to a Title Douluo?
"Third Elder, you're next. Do your best," Yu Yuanzhen said.
"Yes." Yu Luotang stepped up before Yu Luohuang, took the Purple-Gold Feather, and entered the arena.
On the other side, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect focused their attention on that Purple-Gold Feather.
"A single feather can silence one of Old Bones's soul skills. Just how strong is Pope Qian Xunyi now?" Ning Fengzhi asked solemnly.
"Most likely a Super Douluo. He may even be a Limit Douluo," Chen Xin said gravely.
"If so, then this will be troublesome," Ning Fengzhi said.
Yu Luotang entered the arena. He still had one minute to activate his Martial Soul. Once the soul battle began, Gu Rong's eyes narrowed. Seizing the gap before his opponent could undergo dragonification, he again used only his third soul skill. Bone Locks came from all directions and bound Yu Luotang.
Then he tore him apart like five horses pulling a body, until the Purple-Gold Feather's silencing effect was triggered.
Gu Rong rubbed the Purple-Gold Feather in his hand and looked at the livid Yu Yuanzhen. "Sect Master Yu, your Third Elder caused me even less expenditure than the last one."