Yu Yuanzhen stepped forward.
Blue-violet lightning exploded beneath his feet.
The soul power of a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo erupted at full force.
The entire Deliberation Hall shook violently.
"Follow me to the Ancestral Land!"
Yu Yuanzhen shot into the sky.
Lightning enveloped him, propelling him past several mountain peaks.
Several elders followed close behind.
More and more of the clan's experts emerged from their cultivation grounds.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had endured for centuries, and Thunder Mountain was its forbidden ground.
Now, before the Supreme Ranking had even finished its rundown, someone had barged into the Ancestral Land and cleaved through the clan's protective formation.
This was an outrage!
The First Elder looked toward the parted thunderclouds ahead.
"Whoever broke into Thunder Mountain must be after something."
Another elder gritted his teeth.
"Whoever he is, we cannot let him leave alive!"
Yu Yuanzhen did not reply.
He pushed his speed to its limit.
Mountain peaks flashed past beneath him.
The closer he drew to Thunder Mountain, the more clearly he sensed that sword intent.
It was not deliberately aimed at anyone.
Yet every Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master who approached felt their martial soul being suppressed.
The lightning power within them circulated more and more slowly.
The anger in Yu Yuanzhen's heart gradually gave way to wariness.
Anyone who could cleave through the clan's protective formation with a single strand of sword intent was no ordinary Titled Douluo.
The streak of lightning swept past the final peak.
Thunder Mountain's summit appeared before them.
Yu Yuanzhen looked up.
The Sacrificial Altar had shattered.
Atop the heavenly thunder stone that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan revered as a sacred relic, a figure in White Clothes held an ancient sword, slowly grinding it against the stone.
Shing!
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