Crushed: The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul Is a Mongrel, Yu Tianheng's Heart Shattered

Wind Empress's Strange Gates.

Fang Fan When these four words came to mind, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised slightly.

This was originally a thaumaturgy he was familiar with in that world before traveling through time -

Bagua is the basis and the eight gates are used. In the formation, everything can be moved, the direction is reversed, and time and space are changed.

After traveling to the Douluo Continent, this thaumaturgy was transformed into his Self-Created Soul Skill by the system.

And what satisfied him most was that the original fatal flaw of using Wind Empress's Strange Gates required consuming vitality.

It disappeared completely after being transformed into Soul Skill.

Using Soul Power driver has no side effects.

With a thought in his mind, Soul Power surged out of his Dantian and rushed along his meridians to his feet.

On the ground, a huge Bagua pattern spread out suddenly with him as the center. The eight gates of Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui all appeared. Each hexagram was condensed from pure Soul Power, with a faint golden light flowing in the dusk.

Bagua Formation covers the entire training ground, from the shattered dome to the charred floor, from the pillars on the sidelines to the Nine Dragon Crown fragments scattered on the ground, every inch of space is under the control of the formation.

He performed a trick with one hand, locked Yu Tianheng with his mind, and activated Eight-Gates Transfer.

Yu Tianheng was getting up from the ground, with a confused and unwilling expression on his face.

The next second, he disappeared out of thin air like a stone shot by a slingshot. The next moment, he appeared in mid-air and slammed into the elder Yu Shan who was still lying on the ground in a straight trajectory.

There was a muffled sound of "bang", and the two collided into a ball. Elder Yu Shan was hit hard on the back by Yu Tianheng's head. He grunted, his throat felt sweet, and he almost spat out another mouthful of old blood.

And Yu Tianheng rolled off the elder in a daze, with stars flashing in front of his eyes and his mind going blank.

What's going on? Wasn't he standing on the sidelines just now? Why did he suddenly fly to the elder?

On the sidelines, the Imperial Fighting Team players looked at each other. He

They didn't even understand what happened--

I only saw a golden light flash under Fang Fan's feet, and then Yu Tianheng disappeared out of thin air and appeared out of thin air, hitting elder Yu Shan as accurately as a stone thrown casually.

What is this Soul Skill? Never mind that I have seen it, I have never even heard of it.

Dugu Yan stood beside the pillar, a hint of surprise flashed in his green snake eyes.

First it was Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and now there is a Bagua Formation method that has never been seen before--

How many secrets does this Fang Fan have?

Fang Fan took back his hand gesture, his face still had that lazy look.

He looked past Yu Shan, who was lying on the ground breathing heavily, and past Yu Tianheng, whose head was still buzzing, and his tone was as calm as if he was confirming an agreement that should have been fulfilled long ago:

"Now, are you going to say it? You Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul are mutts."

It's not a question, it's an imperative.

Elder Yu Shan was lying on the ground, his old face pressed against the cold stone slab, and the silver snake-like thunder and lightning all over his body had been crushed by the pressure of Titled Douluo, so that not even a spark could come out.

He has lived for most of his life, from Soul King to Soul Douluo, and is highly respected among the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. How has he ever suffered such humiliation?

But he couldn't move.

It's not that I don't want to move, it's that I don't dare to move.

The Peak Douluo aura hidden in the void was still locked on him, like a giant ax hanging above his head, ready to split him in half at any time.

He could only grit his teeth and swallow the taste of blood and humiliation in his mouth, his face livid, helpless.

Yu Tianheng gritted his teeth, making a crunching sound in his mouth.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he was twitching violently from his eye sockets to his cheekbones.

He remembered his heroic words when he put on Nine Dragon Crown, remembered the flag-waving shouts of the team members, and remembered Dugu Yan's words "Don't overestimate your capabilities."

Thinking of every word I said--

Come on, if you lose, get out of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and let you see the power of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the family treasure.

Then he lost, Nine Dragon Crown was shattered, and the elder was pressed to the ground unable to get up.

Now it was his turn to fulfill his contract. He originally thought that the worst outcome would be to be killed instantly with a sword, but he didn't expect that there would be something even worse -

Not only do you have to make a fool of yourself, but you also have to dig the whole family's reputation into the mud with your own hands.

"I...Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul... is a mutt."

His voice was very small, as small as the flapping of mosquito wings,

It was so small that it was almost blown away by the draft under the dome of the training ground.

But the venue was too quiet.

No one spoke, no one coughed, no one dared to move.

Those seven words, weak, trembling, almost squeezed out from the depths of the throat, were as clear as someone whispering in the ear in the training ground where the drop of a needle could be heard.

The team members heard it, Dugu Yan heard it, and the elder Yu Shan who was lying on the ground also heard it.

Elder Yu Shan closed his eyes, his gray beard and hair trembling slightly in the wind.

He would rather be crushed to death by the pressure of Titled Douluo than live to hear these words.

"Can't hear it."

Fang Fan's tone was still calm and calm, without deliberately raising the volume, without ridicule, without any unnecessary emotions, just stating a fact.

But it is this plainness that is more humiliating than any ridicule.

"You--"

Yu Tianheng raised his head suddenly, his teeth gritted loudly, and a trace of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. It was unclear whether it was blood from the gums or internal injuries caused by the gas.

His lungs almost exploded, and it was as if a ball of red-hot coals had been stuffed into his chest. Every breath he took made him want to scream.

But when he met those lazy and indifferent eyes, the charcoal fire was poured from head to toe by a basin of cold water.

He has no trump card anymore.

Nine Dragon Crown was shattered, and the elder lay prone. Even the pressure of Titled Douluo hidden in the void was not something he could withstand.

His anger, his unwillingness, and his hysteria are worthless in the face of absolute strength.

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is a mutt!! Is it okay now?"

He almost roared, his voice breaking on the last two words, and the cry and hoarseness echoed under the dome of the training ground.

After shouting, he collapsed on the ground as if his soul had been taken away, his shoulders were slumped, and his eyes were empty, like a snail whose shell had been crushed.

"Three times."

Fang Fan held out three fingers, his tone still calm.

Yu Tianheng's face lost all color in an instant.

One time is humiliation, two times is self-abuse, and three times is whipping.

But he had no choice.

He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse like a broken gong polished with sandpaper, and repeated that sentence over and over again.

Every time he said it, the corners of Elder Yu Shan's eyes twitched, and the expression of humiliation and murderous intent on that old face had solidified into a cold iron plate.

He stared at Fang Fan, his pupils almost overflowing with blood, but so what?