The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Falls, Shocking Douluo Continent

Within half an hour, not a single Soul Master remained alive in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Manor.

The heads of Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian were personally collected by Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the remaining corpses were neatly arranged on the Training Ground.

Elder Ghost Leopard and Ling Yuan conducted a final inspection to ensure nothing was missed before flying back to Bibi Dong to report.

Bibi Dong's gaze swept across the manor, pausing slightly amidst the rubble of the True Dragon Hall ruins.

She raised her hand and made a grasping motion; a huge hand of Soul Power reached into the ruins and retrieved a crown made entirely of dark gold and inlaid with nine dragon-head gems.

The True Dragon Nine Crowns gleamed with a cold, eerie light under the moonlight, and the faint sound of dragon roars echoed from the nine dragon-head gems. The power of the remnant soul of the ancient true dragon contained within caused Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo to change their expressions simultaneously.

If His Highness the Holy Son hadn't informed him beforehand, the consequences of Yu Yuanzhen wearing this crown would have been unimaginable.

Bibi Dong stored the True Dragon Nine Crowns into her Storage Soul Tool, a slight smile curving her lips beneath her veil.

The two thousand Soul Master retreated into the night sky as silently as when they arrived, leaving behind not a single corpse or a drop of extra blood.

The entire manor fell into an eerie silence. The ordinary people were still fast asleep, unaware that overnight, the thousand-year-old Soul Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been uprooted.

Of course, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan did not become completely extinct.

Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and several other young disciples were studying at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and were not at the family manor, thus escaping the calamity.

These escaped individuals posed no threat to the Spirit Hall, and Bibi Dong did not order their pursuit. A few young punks couldn't cause any real trouble.

The next morning, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Heaven Dou City.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was wiped out overnight; not a single Soul Master survived. Clan Chief Yu Yuanzhen and Elder Yu Luomian both perished, and the True Dragon Hall was cleaved in two by an unknown force.

This shocking murder case plunged the entire Heaven Dou City into shock and panic.

On Xue Ye urgently summoned his ministers to the palace for a meeting. The entire court argued for a whole day but could not figure out who the murderer was.

Some suspect the Spirit Hall, but there is no evidence; others suspect remnants of the Clear Sky Sect, which is also baseless.

This headless unsolved case is destined to remain an eternal mystery on the mainland.

Shrek Academy.

When Yu Xiaogang received the message, he was struck dumb and slumped in his chair, unable to move for a long time.

Although he had broken with his family for many years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was still his root.

Now, this tree has been uprooted overnight, and he doesn't even know who the murderer is.

Liu Erlong stood beside him, her lips moving, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

Her biological father Yu Luomian, also died that night. She had never acknowledged that man, but upon hearing the news of his death, she felt an indescribable mix of emotions.

Flender was extremely busy, having to Yu Xiaogang while also dealing with the requests from the few surviving young members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who had come to seek refuge with him.

The news of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's annihilation was like a boulder thrown into a lake, and Shrek was merely a small boat caught in the ripples.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi all night. It wasn't until dawn, when he confirmed that the major event that shook the entire city had nothing to do with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that he finally let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at the letter from his daughter from the Spirit Hall Academy, recalling the warning Fang Fan had Rongrong send last night, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Top Three Sects, with a history spanning a thousand years, was wiped out overnight.

And the Spirit Hall didn't even leave any evidence that could be traced—this

Such swift and decisive methods, such silent efficiency, sent a chill down his spine, even for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Master, who was used to grand occasions.

He picked up his pen again and wrote back to Ning Rongrong, simply writing four words: "Focus on your cultivation."

Skywater Academy

Fang Fan sat in the lakeside pavilion, holding a cup of tea that Zhu Zhuqing had just brewed, listening to the distant commotion and commotion. It was the Soul Master of Heaven Dou City discussing the news of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's demise.

He took a sip of tea, his expression calm.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is gone, Yu Yuanzhen, the True Dragon Nine Crowns belong to his master, and he also obtained three Spirit Bones.

As for Yu Tianheng and the few other kids who were lucky enough to survive, they were destined to be no match for Fang Fan that "the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is Electric Rat."

He put down his teacup and looked ahead.

Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, and Ning Rongrong walked side by side, their figures reflected in the turquoise waters of the Ice Lake. Each girl had her own unique charm, and all three were stunning beauties.

Their eyes remained intense; last night's jealousy was merely the prelude, the true Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation had not yet begun.

Xiao Wu remained leaning against the icicle by the pavilion, quietly gazing at him, the hesitation in her eyes gradually being replaced by a certain resolve.

Xiao Wu stood by the pavilion for a long time, watching Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er sit on either side of Fang Fan, watching Ning Rongrong hug Fang Fan's neck from behind and act coquettishly, and watching the three girls argue heatedly about who should Fang Fan Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation with Fang Fan first for dual cultivation.

She suddenly realized that if she waited any longer, she might not even have a chance to speak.

She took a deep breath, stepped into the pavilion, her pink bunny-ear braids swaying gently on her shoulders, and stopped directly in front of Fang Fan.

"Fang Fan."

She didn't call Your Highness " or "Saint Son," but simply addressed him by his given name.

Her voice wasn't loud, but it drew the attention of Ning Rongrong and the Shui Family sisters. "Could I also... Spirit Fusion Dual Cultivation with you?"

As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward, her delicate face just inches away from Fang Fan's. Her breath carried a faint scent of grass, and the natural gentleness of her Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul emanated from her, making her appear like a pink and white bud about to bloom.

Her eyes held a hint of probing, a touch of nervousness, and a hint of shyness that she herself was unaware of.

Since she took human form, she had never acted in this way towards any man, nor had she ever spoken in this tone.

But she knew her situation—

Instead of passively waiting to become Soul Spirit, it's better to take the initiative.

However, Fang Fan's reaction was beyond her expectations.

He didn't even flinch as he held the teacup, merely glancing up at her, his gaze sweeping from her slightly flushed cheeks to her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt before returning to his own, saying calmly:

"You don't need to. Just wait to become Soul Spirit."

Xiao Wu's face froze instantly.

Her body remained slightly leaning forward, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something, but she couldn't utter a single word.

After a moment, she slowly straightened up, the light in her eyes dimming little by little, as if someone had blown out a lamp in her pupils.

She bit her lower lip, took two steps back, turned around and walked to the pavilion, leaning against the icicle again without saying another word.

He was being incredibly delusional, forgetting that he was merely a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast awaiting slaughter, while he was the hunter.

Why would a hunter negotiate with his prey?