Facing the Blue Lightning Elder

This was absolutely intolerable.

He had lived for over sixty years,

yet he had never heard anyone dare to publicly call the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul a mongrel dog.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was the number one beast martial soul in the world, the foundation upon which the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood,

and the pride and faith of countless clan members.

Whoever dared say such words was declaring war on the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Whoosh—"

Elder Yu Shan's figure flashed across the edge of the training ground like a streak of silver lightning,

landing in front of Yu Tianheng.

Lightning coiled around his body like silver serpents, crackling explosively through the air,

while the terrifying pressure of a Level 81 Soul Douluo swept outward like a tangible storm,

splitting the stone slabs beneath his feet inch by inch with lightning.

Past sixty, with graying hair and beard, his dragon eyes glinted with icy light amid the lightning as he glared furiously at the white-robed youth across from him.

He did not ask for the reason, the circumstances, or why Yu Tianheng was lying on the ground, nor did he ask why the Nine Dragon Crown had shattered into scraps across the floor.

He knew only one thing—

someone had dared make the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's future young clan leader say that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul was a mongrel dog.

That was enough.

Du Busi's aged yet booming voice sounded beside Fang Fan's ear, carrying a trace of eager excitement:

"Master, shall this old servant handle him?"

In Du Busi's eyes, although this old man crackling with electricity was only Level 81,

and still far weaker than Dugu Bo,

he was still a Soul Douluo. He should feel pretty good to fight.

"Not yet."

Fang Fan shook his head slightly, his gaze still fixed on Elder Yu Shan.

Dugu Bo was a Titled Douluo, and fighting him had been to test his own limits;

the Level 81 Soul Douluo before him was perfect for practicing the combat coordination of his Martial Soul Fusion Skill with Zhu Zhuqing.

Different opponents required different training. A Titled Douluo tested one's limits of survival, while a Soul Douluo tested coordination and mutual understanding.

The instant Yu Tianheng saw Elder Yu Shan land, his entire spirit seemed to receive a shot of adrenaline, and he sprang back to life at full strength.

"Hahaha—"

He scrambled up from the ground, moving so quickly that he looked utterly different from the dead dog he had been playing moments ago,

his lips curled into a wild grin of survival and imminent revenge.

"Elder—beat him to death for me!"

He pointed at Fang Fan, his finger trembling slightly with excitement,

every word popping from his throat like crisp, loud popcorn.

Dugu Yan stood beside a corridor pillar, taking in the entire scene.

The moment Yu Tianheng sprang from the ground, pointed at Fang Fan, and shouted for the elder to beat him to death,

the last trace of pity in her heart turned to ashes.

He refused to admit defeat, refused to honor the wager,

and the instant an elder arrived, he came back to life and started shouting for blood—

Was this what a scion of a great clan was like?

Was this the Yu Tianheng she had once thought highly of?

He was nothing more than a giant baby hiding beneath his clan's wings, crying home for reinforcements whenever he lost,

then immediately putting on a different face to flaunt his power once help arrived. She was utterly disappointed in Yu Tianheng.

Those emerald snake eyes shifted away from him and never looked at him again.

Elder Yu Shan did not think there was anything inappropriate about Yu Tianheng's demand.

In his eyes, not just anyone could bully the future young clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

This brat had dared make Tianheng call the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul a mongrel dog. That was a challenge to the dignity of the entire clan.

If he did not make the boy understand the might of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul with overwhelming force,

how could anyone continue to hold the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in awe?

"Boom—"

Elder Yu Shan leaped high into the air, his aged yet still powerful body drawing a silver arc through the sky.

His first Soul Ring lit up, the exact same opening move as Yu Tianheng's—

"First Soul Skill: Thunderclap Dragon Claw!"

The five fingers of his right hand curled into claws, silver lightning gathering at his fingertips into an enormous dragon claw.

Yet though both were Thunderclap Dragon Claws, the one wielded by a Level 81 Soul Douluo and the one wielded by a Level 39 Soul Elder were entirely different concepts.

The dragon claw was as large as a millstone, each knuckle as thick as an adult's arm,

with silver arcs of electricity dancing over its edges, ionizing the air until it emitted piercing detonations.

He intended to crush this youth who did not know his place with Level 81 Soul Power—

Couldn't he kill Yu Tianheng in one sword strike?

Then he could try taking one claw from him.

He would crush him with absolute strength, reclaim Yu Tianheng's dignity in the simplest way possible,

and make this white-robed youth kneel on the ground and personally admit the power and inviolability of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul.

"You people from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really are cut from the same mold—

when the little one loses, the big one comes out. Have you no shame?"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips, her green skirt snapping in the lightning-charged wind as anger flushed her cheeks.

Yu Tianheng had been instantly defeated the day before yesterday, and that very afternoon he had brought in a clan elder. What kind of nonsense was this?

If Fang Fan had not had a protector, would they have beaten him to death today?

The greatest taboo in the Soul Master world was for the old to bully the young and the strong to oppress the weak.

"Exactly."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded. Her tone was cool and brief, and there was not the slightest fear in her deep eyes.

She had never feared being unable to win. After all, Du Busi was guarding them in secret.

Fang Fan said nothing.

He placed one hand on Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder, his five fingers tightening slightly.

At that instant, Zhu Zhuqing felt an incomparably pure Sword Intent surge from that palm into her meridians, racing toward her martial soul space at an unbelievable speed.

Her Nether Civet Martial Soul suddenly awakened at that moment—

not because it was forcibly extracted, but like a cat that had finally waited for its owner to return home, it eagerly leaped out of the martial soul space,

transforming into a streak of dark-blue light that entered Fang Fan's Seven-Colored Light Sword.

"Martial Soul Fusion Skill—Seven-Colored Nether Slash!"

The Seven-Colored Light Sword abruptly changed color the instant it merged with the Nether Civet.

Seven-colored radiance and dark-blue shadow intertwined around the blade. Light and darkness coexisted, while sword and cat fused as one.

Fang Fan gripped the sword in one hand and slashed forward. An enormous Seven-Colored Hell Spirit Cat roared out from the blade,

colliding head-on with Elder Yu Shan's Thunderclap Dragon Claw.

"Boom—"

The deafening explosion shattered every remaining pane of glass in the dome, sending fragments pouring down like a torrential rain.

The Hell Spirit Cat's claw blades and the Thunderclap Dragon Claw remained locked in midair for several breaths before exploding at the same time.

The shockwave forced Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing back several steps, their heels dragging two shallow grooves through the stone floor.

Elder Yu Shan also flipped through the air. When he landed, he staggered back three or four steps before steadying himself.

Fang Fan shook his slightly numb wrist, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

A Level 81 Soul Douluo was indeed much stronger than a Level 78 Soul Sage.

When he had clashed with Liu Erlong that morning, one sword strike had shattered her attack, but this strike had only ended in a draw.

Still, that suited him perfectly—if his opponent was too weak, what would there be to practice against?

He did not pursue immediately. Instead, he lowered his sword diagonally toward the ground again and waited for Elder Yu Shan's next move.

Opportunities to temper his sword against a Soul Douluo were rare. He had to make the most of it.