Dark Thunder Saint Tiger Shatters the Azure Sky

Fang Fan looked calmly at Liu Erlong and said two words: "Come on."

The entire arena fell into stunned silence.

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo frowned, a trace of worry flashing through his emerald eyes.

He knew Fang Fan had reached Level 66 as a Soul Emperor. At his age, such a feat was extraordinary even by the standards of the entire continent.

But Liu Erlong was a Level 73 Soul Saint. Seven levels separated her from a Soul Emperor, and a major realm lay between them as well.

He had never seen Fang Fan fight in earnest, nor did he know the secret of his Twin Martial Souls. He could not help wondering:

Was Your Highness being too confident?

Dugu Yan caught the worry in her grandfather's eyes, and her heart tightened.

She knew Fang Fan was strong, but his opponent was Liu Erlong, the Tyrant Dragon Soul Saint renowned throughout Heaven Dou City. Once enraged, her fighting strength surged even higher.

Could His Highness really win?

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, curiosity flickering in his otherwise impassive eyes.

What gave this young man the confidence to challenge a Soul Saint as a Soul Emperor?

Smashing Yu Tianheng aside with his bare fist had been astonishing enough. But a Soul Saint and a Soul Ancestor were worlds apart. Few in the history of Douluo Continent had ever challenged someone a major realm above them.

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists, excitement and nerves mingling in her eyes.

She had long been fed up with Liu Erlong's haughty attitude. The way Liu Erlong had accused Fang Fan of using underhanded methods had especially made her blood boil.

Still, this was a Level 73 Female Tyrant Dragon. Rumor had it that Liu Erlong went berserk when provoked, making her even stronger.

What was Fang Fan's trump card? Ning Rongrong remembered how, outside Suotuo City, Xiao Wu had said Fang Fan's gaze frightened her. She had dismissed it then, but now it seemed Xiao Wu's instincts had been right.

Xue Qinghe sat at the center of the Spectator Seats, still wearing his gentle smile, though his fingers had tightened slightly around the armrest.

He had assumed Fang Fan had accepted the challenge on impulse and would back down once he felt the pressure of Liu Erlong's Soul Saint power.

Instead, the young man stepped forward. His composure did not look like an act.

A Soul Emperor challenging a Soul Saint was either mad or had good reason to be confident.

Yu Tianheng stood to one side, clutching his chest as he watched Fang Fan, his face pale.

He even dared fight Aunt Erlong?

Yu Tianheng had felt the terrifying force of Fang Fan's punch firsthand. But his aunt was a Soul Saint, on an entirely different level from him.

He could not believe Fang Fan would win. Yet a thought kept nagging at him—

He hadn't even used his Martial Soul against me.

"You don't need your Martial Soul against me, either?"

Liu Erlong hovered in midair, the Flame Giant Dragon coiled beneath her, bearing her aloft like a queen amid the flames.

She unleashed the full pressure of a Level 73 Soul Saint. The temperature soared. Heat softened the flagpoles at the edge of the training ground, and several students standing too close stumbled back, sweat pouring down their foreheads.

Fang Fan looked up at her, his expression unchanged.

"Against a Soul Saint, I should summon my Martial Soul."

Before he had finished speaking, Spirit Rings rose slowly beneath his feet.

One yellow, one purple, four black.

Six Spirit Rings pulsed around him. Their impossible configuration plunged the entire training ground into dead silence.

"What the hell! One yellow, one purple, and four black? What kind of configuration is that? It's beyond the optimal configuration!"

"He's a six-ring Soul Emperor? How old is he? Isn't he younger than Yu Tianheng?"

"No wonder he sent Yu Tianheng flying with one punch. They're not even on the same level!"

"A monster! He's an absolute monster!"

Before the cries of shock had faded, a deafening tiger's roar erupted.

Behind Fang Fan, the phantom of an enormous dark-blue tiger appeared.

The tiger stood five meters tall. Its eyes were like abysses of blood, and its form seemed forged from evil made solid. Every wisp of its aura carried the will to destroy all things.

Its roar surged into the sky. The entire training ground trembled, and dust sifted down from the walls.

The Netherworld Sacred Tiger King—

A supreme tiger Martial Soul countless times more powerful than the Hell White Tiger had bared its fangs.

The Fire Dragon Martial Soul beneath Liu Erlong jolted and shrank back despite her will.

Its usually domineering flames dimmed before the dark-blue tiger. When dragon might met tiger might, the dragon was overwhelmed.

"This..."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's pupils contracted.

He had lived nearly a century. What kind of Martial Soul had he not seen?

Yet the aura of this Netherworld Saint Tiger was fiercer and more domineering even than his Seven Kill Sword.

Who was this young man? Even I, a Super Douluo, can't see through his Martial Soul. There can't be another like it on all of Douluo Continent.

Ning Rongrong cupped her face in her hands and squealed:

"Wow—he's so cool!"

She finally understood why Fang Fan's gaze had frightened Xiao Wu.

That Martial Soul, that aura—it was so impressive it sent a tingle across her scalp.

Dugu Yan drew a sharp breath, her emerald eyes sparkling as she stared at him in open admiration.

She knew His Highness the Saint Son was strong. She had not known he was this strong.

The moment the Netherworld Saint Tiger appeared, even the air trembled. Her heartbeat quickened as she watched Fang Fan's commanding figure.

The composed smile Xue Qinghe had worn all this time finally froze.

A Level 66 Soul Emperor, a Spirit Ring Configuration of one yellow, one purple, and four black, and a Netherworld Saint Tiger far more powerful than the White Tiger Martial Soul.

So this was the true strength of Bibi Dong's personal disciple? No wonder he became the Spirit Hall Saint Son.

He stared at the Spirit Rings beneath Fang Fan's feet, a chill running across his scalp.

With talent like this, who on the continent could hold him back once he had time to grow?

Yu Tianheng's face darkened.

He had mocked Fang Fan for not daring to summon his Martial Soul. Now Fang Fan had done it. A Level 66 Soul Emperor with the Netherworld Saint Tiger Martial Soul—either one alone would have been enough to crush him.

His defeat was no injustice. Not in the slightest.

The arrogance faded from Liu Erlong's face, replaced by a gravity she had never shown before.

She stared at the Netherworld Saint Tiger behind Fang Fan. For the first time, uncertainty crept into her heart.

The pressure of this young man's Martial Soul made even her, a Soul Saint, feel a stab of fear.

It was not a matter of strength. His Martial Soul stood on a higher plane than hers—

Like a rabbit facing a tiger. No matter how large the rabbit grew, it could not escape its instinctive fear.

"You..."

She opened her mouth, but the words would not come.

"What about me? Weren't you so arrogant?"

Fang Fan gave a cold smile. His voice was quiet, yet it cut through the commotion. "Defeating a Soul Saint isn't difficult for me."

Before the words had faded, his sixth Spirit Ring blazed, sending a jet-black radiance into the sky.

"Sixth Soul Skill—Dark Thunder Saint Tiger Shatters the Azure Sky!"

The Netherworld Sacred Tiger King threw back its head and roared. Dark lightning burst across its body.