True Dragon? Don't Make Me Laugh

[General Long Wei: Did you know that when we Soul Beasts reach a hundred thousand years, Tribulation Lightning descends upon us? Fail to survive it, and our bodies perish and our souls are destroyed!

But survive it, and we formally enter the realm of Ferocious Beasts, undergoing a complete Metamorphosis!]

[General Long Wei: Each time we survive Tribulation Lightning, our strength grows exponentially, and our Soul Cores are tempered.

But for every hundred thousand years that pass, we face Tribulation Lightning again, each strike fiercer than the last, until we reach Level 100 and become gods.]

[General Long Wei: Do you know how much pressure we Soul Beasts bear? And you still try to deny the facts? Ridiculous!

If those false gods in the heavens didn't fear our power and the threat we posed to their authority, why would they impose Tribulation Lightning and shackle us?]

[General Long Wei: I'll tell you plainly: we Soul Beasts aren't the only ones in shackles. You humans are too. Otherwise, why would you need an external thing like Soul Rings to cultivate?]

...

Inside Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong slowly rose as she read General Long Wei's words.

Everything General Long Wei had said surprised her, but she could still accept it.

If humans could continue cultivating beyond the Titled Douluo level, then surely Soul Beasts could too.

It was his last few remarks that turned her thoughts into a storm. Could the gods of the Douluo God Realm really be trusted?

She was currently undergoing the Rakshasa God's divine trials, yet that god was a miser through and through. Apart from a divine artifact, she had given Bibi Dong nothing.

General Long Wei's words plunged Bibi Dong into thought. *What exactly was the Douluo God Realm...?*

...

[General Long Wei: The Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion you saw has already survived Tribulation Lightning four times. Her strength is formidable beyond measure. So let me ask you, Grandmaster: how high is your Soul Power?

With such a wealth of theoretical knowledge, your Soul Power Level must be above that of a Titled Douluo, right?]

[Yu Xiaogang: I... I...]

[General Long Wei: What's wrong? Nothing to say? Looks like you're not nearly as tough as your mouth!

Oh, I forgot. You're just a good-for-nothing with half a level of Soul Power! Breaking through to Soul Elder made you lose your head and go mad with joy.

What I want to know is how someone like you has the nerve to question the accuracy of our information!]

[Yu Xiaogang: ...]

Yu Xiaogang had been struck speechless. The pride he took in being called Grandmaster had been torn apart, inch by inch.

But Liu Erlong, who loved Yu Xiaogang deeply, could no longer sit still.

[Liu Erlong: You've gone too far! Xiaogang isn't a good-for-nothing. He's a true Grandmaster!

Under Xiaogang's guidance, both Tang San and Mubai have flourished. They even won the Soul Master Tournament!

That's proof enough of Xiaogang's ability! I demand that you apologize immediately!]

Inside Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong clenched her fists as she watched Liu Erlong defend Yu Xiaogang. *Damn it. That woman beat me to it!*

Bibi Dong could not openly defend Yu Xiaogang. All she could do was let Liu Erlong take the lead, her heart full of resentment.

[General Long Wei: Tang San? Mubai? Who the hell are they? I've never heard of them!

I don't care who you are. If you have neither strength nor knowledge, you're a good-for-nothing!

The Soul Master Tournament? Isn't that just children playing house? If you've got the guts, come to our Northern Underworld Empire. We'll show you what a real fight looks like!]

[Liu Erlong: Big words! I'd like to see what you're really made of. Just you wait!]

[General Long Wei: Come on, then. I'll take you on!]

[General Long Wei: Let me tell you plainly: even if you're a Titled Douluo, I'm not afraid!

I could take on four or five of your so-called Titled Douluo from the Douluo Continent with one hand, without breaking a sweat!]

Long Wei's words struck like a depth charge, instantly blasting Ning Fengzhi and the others out of hiding.

The sect masters were naturally furious. Apart from Ning Fengzhi, whose circumstances were unusual, every one of them was a powerhouse above level ninety-five.

There was Yu Yuanzhen and Gu Rong at level ninety-five, Chen Xin at level ninety-six, and Bibi Dong at level ninety-nine. All stood at the peak of the continent's fighting strength.

Yet this Soul Beast from the Northern Underworld Empire claimed he could handle them with one hand. How could they not be angry?

[Yu Yuanzhen: General, aren't you overstating things? I am Yu Yuanzhen, master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the world's foremost Beast Martial Soul. Once cultivated to the Titled Douluo level, it can transform into a True Dragon, with physical strength beyond compare!

Though you are a dragon Soul Beast, claiming you can defeat four or five Titled Douluo with one hand is a gross exaggeration, isn't it?]

[Ning Fengzhi: Sect Master Yu is quite right. I may not be particularly strong, but I have the Sword and Bone Douluo at my side.

One possesses the Seven Kill Sword Martial Soul, with the strongest offensive power on the continent. The other possesses the Bone Dragon Martial Soul, with formidable defensive power. Neither is an ordinary fighter.]

[General Long Wei: Set aside whether I'm exaggerating. Let me ask you something: are you saying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is the foremost Beast Martial Soul on the Douluo Continent?]

[Yu Yuanzhen: That's right. Do you have something to say about it?]

[General Long Wei: Hahahaha! Hahahaha!

Forgive me. I ought to remain calm before His Majesty, whatever happens, but I simply couldn't help myself.]

[General Long Wei: Did you know that on our Northern Underworld Continent, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul ranks only one hundred and eighth among Beast Martial Souls?]

At Long Wei's words on the Sky Screen, Yu Yuanzhen shot to his feet. His brows drew tight, and anger and disbelief filled his eyes.

[Yu Yuanzhen: Don't joke with me! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is a True Dragon! How could it rank only one hundred and eighth?]

[General Long Wei: I have no reason to lie to you. The Beast Martial Soul Ranking has strict standards. Not every stray cat or dog can make the list. You should be honored to rank one hundred and eighth.

I am one of the empire's esteemed generals who defend the realm, yet my Black Demon Dragon King ranks only tenth among Beast Martial Souls. You should be satisfied.]

[Long Wei: Oh, right. The Seven Kill Sword ranks fairly high among Tool Martial Souls—within the top fifty. As for the Bone Dragon...]

[Gu Rong: What about the Bone Dragon? Please, tell me!]

[General Long Wei: The Bone Dragon ranks a little higher than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, but the Bone Dragon wielder in our empire is a powerhouse skilled in both offense and defense.

Using it solely for defense would be like squandering a priceless treasure.]

Hearing General Long Wei's words, Gu Rong immediately fell into thought. *Offense and defense? That senior seemed to know the Bone Dragon Martial Soul better than I did. Should I pay him a visit?*

[Yu Yuanzhen: I don't believe it! Why would a mere Bone Dragon rank above my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon? Don't spout nonsense!

We are dragons! True Dragons!]

[General Long Wei: True Dragons? Don't make me laugh. Your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon has only a trace of Dragon King Bloodline, and you dare call it a True Dragon?

If yours counts as a True Dragon, then our Northern Underworld Continent has eighty or a hundred kinds of True Dragons!] ```