The Fall of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
He read it twice before confirming that he hadn't misunderstood. He frowned slightly and looked up at the night outside the window.
Fang Fan specifically asked Rongrong, explaining that something major was bound to happen in Heaven Dou City tonight. The Spirit Hall Saint Son's advance notice to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to remain uninvolved was both a gesture of goodwill and a warning.
Mind your own business.
He put down the ledger and immediately issued an order: all disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect must remain inside their doors tonight, and the night patrol team must be doubled, but none of them are allowed to leave the sect's territory.
Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo were also invited to his study. The three sat facing each other in silence, waiting for the thunder that might strike at any moment.
Two o'clock in the morning, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The vast Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Manor was immersed in slumber, with only a few disciples on night patrol listlessly walking through the corridors with lanterns in hand.
Unbeknownst to them, a deeper darkness had silently descended upon the night sky above.
Two thousand Soul Master hovered above the manor like night crows, their dark mass obscuring the already faint moonlight.
Bibi Dong stood at the forefront, her face veiled in black gauze, her phoenix eyes coldly piercing the night as she looked down at the sparsely lit manor below.
Her senses spread out like a tidal wave, instantly locking onto the strongest aura in the very center of the manor—
Yu Yuanzhen, a level 96 Titled Douluo, is the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the newly appointed Prince of the Nation in the Heaven Dou Empire.
At the same time, Yu Yuanzhen suddenly opened his eyes.
As a level 96 Titled Douluo, his senses were incredibly sharp. The terrifying killing intent descending from the sky felt like an iceberg pressing down on him, causing every hair on his body to stand on end instantly.
He shoved aside the concubine beside him, and before he could even put on his outer robe, he soared into the sky. Nine Soul Ring lit up at his feet, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul appeared behind him, its lightning illuminating half of the manor in a ghastly white light.
However, when he soared into the night sky and saw everything clearly before him, his heart, which had lived for over a hundred years, suddenly sank.
Two thousand masked Soul Master floated densely in mid-air, completely surrounding the manor like an iron barrel.
At the very front of those two thousand people, a woman dressed in black with her face covered by a black veil was coldly watching him.
No Soul Ring lit up on her body; she simply stood casually in the void, yet the aura emanating from her sent a shiver down the spine of Yu Yuanzhen, a Ninety-first Rank Titled Douluo.
That wasn't a contest between equals; it was the difference between Abyss and a stream.
"You are... Bibi Dong?"
Yu Yuanzhen's voice was hoarse and strained, each word forced out from his throat.
He's lived for over a hundred years; what kind of storms hasn't he weathered?
But now, facing this woman in black, he experienced for the first time what true despair meant.
The sense of oppression was completely different from the feeling Qian Daoliu then; it was deeper, colder, and made it impossible for him to have any thought of resistance.
Bibi Dong did not answer, but slowly raised her hand.
The instant she raised her hand, an extremely terrifying pressure of Soul Power enveloped Yu Yuanzhen like a landslide and a tsunami.
The full pressure from Level 99 Limit Douluo wasn't a Soul Skill; it was simply an extreme crushing of Soul Power, yet it caused the air around Yu Yuanzhen to freeze.
He tried to move, to take out the True Dragon Nine Crowns from his bosom, but found that his body was being pressed down by an invisible mountain, and he couldn't even lift a finger.
He wanted to shout, to urge his people to flee, but no sound came out even when he opened his mouth wide. Under the oppressive aura of the Limit Douluo, even breathing became a luxury.
"You are very smart."
Bibi Dong finally spoke, her voice coming through the black veil, cold and indifferent, devoid of anger or pity, simply stating a fact.
"From the moment you had someone sabotage the Spirit Hall Branch, from the Heaven Dou Royal Family issuing an edict appointing you Prince of the Nation, from your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan resisting the Spirit Hall's distribution of gold coins in court—"
You should have known this day would come.
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes darted around frantically, filled with terror and resentment.
He wanted to say that Yu Luomian was the one who did those things, that he only wanted the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to live on the continent with more dignity, and that he never intended to be an enemy of the Spirit Hall.
But when a strange, dark red light shone from Bibi Dong's palm, all his words caught in his throat.
It was a scythe, its entire body a dark red like congealed blood, with extremely Evil Rakshasa Divine Power flowing along its blade. Just one glance at it was enough to make one's Divine Soul tremble.
Bibi Dong gripped the sickle and swung it casually.
That single, effortless swing was executed without any build-up, any fancy Soul Skill effects, or even the sound of air being torn apart.
But wherever that dark red blade passed, space itself silently collapsed, the clouds were neatly cut in two, and the night sky seemed to have been ripped open.
The blade sliced through Yu Yuanzhen's body as easily as cutting through tofu, without even a moment's pause.
Yu Yuanzhen's body froze in mid-air for a moment, then split open from the very middle, along with the symbolic building of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind him— the True Dragon Hall —which was also cut in half.
The upper half of the building slid slowly down along its smooth cut surface until it crashed to the ground with a loud thud, kicking up clouds of dust.
With a single strike, a level 96 Titled Douluo perished, and the Millennium True Dragon Hall was cleaved in two.
Yu Luomian witnessed this scene as she soared into the sky from the side courtyard.
He watched helplessly as his arrogant clan leader brother couldn't even withstand a single move, being cleaved in two and falling from mid-air. Fear instantly overwhelmed his reason. He turned and ran, his eight Soul Ring flashing wildly, pushing his speed to a limit he had never reached in his life.
But just as he flew a hundred feet, a Gui Mei black shadow silently appeared behind him, and Ghost Douluo's ghostly claw lightly pressed down on his back.
Yu Luomian's escape route was a straight line, while Ghost Douluo's forte was walking in the shadows.
His body froze in mid-air, his pupils contracted sharply, and he looked down to see a pitch-black ghostly claw emerging from his chest, with a still-beating heart hanging from its tip.
That heart—it's his.
Ghost Douluo withdrew his hand, and Yu Luomian's corpse fell straight down like a bird with broken wings.
Two thousand Soul Master surged down from the night sky like a tidal wave.
They were well-trained and divided into dozens of small teams, advancing silently along every corridor and courtyard of the manor.
There were no shouts of battle, no screams of agony, only the faint glow of Soul Skill being unleashed and the soft sound of blades slicing through the air.
One by one, the registered Soul Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were dragged out of their sleep. A few who reacted quickly were surrounded and killed by Martial Soul Master who outnumbered them several times over as soon as they summoned their Martial Soul.
Blood flowed silently on the bluestone ground, staining the corridors, the steps, and the Clan Banner embroidered with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Rex emblem in front of the ruins of the True Dragon Hall.
Ordinary people's courtyards were deliberately avoided. Bibi Dong stood high in the sky, her hands behind her back, looking down at the silent massacre below. There was no pleasure or pity in her phoenix eyes, only a cold calm.
She said that ordinary people are not to be touched. The Spirit Hall's blades only kill Soul Master.
The massacre of two thousand Soul Master was extremely efficient.