"Hmm?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's right palm, brimming with berserk lightning, abruptly paused. The entire seething sky seemed to freeze in that instant.
He slowly curled his fingers, a terrifying glint flashing through his murky old eyes, covered in dark blue dragon scales,
and slowly turned with scrutiny and suspicion to look at the white-haired young man who had brazenly torn through the layers of lightning from the void.
The young man stood in midair with his hands behind his back, his figure straight as a spear, his entire body encased in a seamless suit of silver-white heavy armor shimmering with the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars.
The armor's contours were cold and savage. Behind him, two wings of void light several dozen feet long fluttered gently, stirring fine, water-like ripples through the surrounding space, mysterious beyond measure.
"Clan Master! It's him! It's that little bastard!!"
In the deathly silent academy square below, an accompanying steward of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suddenly pointed upward and shouted:
"I'd recognize him even if he were burned to ashes! He's the brat who shattered Young Master Tian Heng's dragon-transformed right arm with one punch outside the academy gates and trampled him into a cripple!"
Those words instantly sent an uproar sweeping through the entire Heaven Dou Royal Academy!
The three chief education commissioners sharply sucked in cold breaths. Meng Shenji's eyes widened, towering waves of horror surging through his heart.
Not only had this brat not fled for his life, he had come alone to confront the enraged Yu Yuanzhen head-on, carrying himself like this?!
High in the void, the wildly roaming lightning serpents briefly faltered.
A trace of undisguisable astonishment flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. Looking down at An Jing from above, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice that rolled through the atmosphere like crushing thunder:
"The prodigy of my clan, whom I treasured beyond measure, was crippled by a wet-behind-the-ears wretch like you?!"
Treading upon the void, standing proudly in the heavens without any external support-this should have been an authority over the laws that could only be wielded after reaching level 90 and becoming a Titled Douluo!
But how discerning were Yu Yuanzhen's eyes?
No matter how mysterious and profound the white-haired youth's aura might be, his bone age and the vitality of his blood could not possibly exceed seventeen years!
On the present-day Douluo Continent, someone who became a level 40 Soul Ancestor at seventeen was already a peerless monster found among fewer than one in ten thousand. Even if he had started cultivating in his mother's womb, he could never have reached the Titled realm!
Since he was certainly no Titled Douluo, there could only be one answer.
Yu Yuanzhen's icy dragon eyes slowly shifted downward, fixing intently on the silver-white heavy armor gleaming coldly on An Jing's body and the Void Wings:
"To let mortal flesh fly through the air, and even stir ripples in space...
Boy, this armor of yours, wherever you obtained it, truly is a supreme treasure that has seized the very wonders of heaven and earth..."
"You talk far too much."
An Jing spoke, forcibly cutting off Yu Yuanzhen's muttering.
A cold, deep metallic resonance slowly emerged from beneath his faceplate,
sending a ring of tangible, visible ripples spreading between heaven and earth.
Clad in his Two-Word Battle Armor, An Jing had become utterly arrogant in both his presence and his tone.
The way he looked at Yu Yuanzhen was no different from how he would look at trash.
He was clearly only a Soul Saint, yet his presence resembled that of a Titled Douluo.
Instead, in An Jing's eyes, Yu Yuanzhen seemed to have become the Soul Saint.
"Besides, I don't like having anyone stand at the same height as me."
"So get the hell down."
What right did a relic of the old era have to stand at the same height as him?
The instant his words fell, heaven and earth abruptly lost their color!
Buzzz-!!
The void shuddered violently. Pitch-black rings, deep as black jade and so heavy they made the entire mountain groan, silently spiraled upward from beneath An Jing's feet.
The first, the second, the third...
Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black! Black!
Seven pure-black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, exuding savage and desolate auras, stretched across the void without restraint, staining the surrounding kilometer of sky an ominous ink-black!
"Seven... a Seven-Ring Soul Sage?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils shrank to pinpoints. His heart seemed to be brutally clenched by an invisible hand. Even with the composure he had cultivated over nearly a century of life, his mind exploded into blankness at that moment!
A young man not even eighteen, whose face still bore traces of youth, was actually a level 70 Soul Saint?!
Even more absurd were those seven Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, which completely defied hundreds of thousands of years of established Martial Soul knowledge on the Douluo Continent. No known Soul Master theory could explain them!
Yet An Jing gave him no chance to remain stunned.
"Sky Domain, activate!"
With a slight shift of An Jing's will, the Core Array on his Two-Word Battle Armor abruptly lit up. The Soul Core condensed within his dantian spun faster, and vast spiritual power at the early Spirit Abyss Realm descended with a roar, spreading like mercury poured across the ground!
Boom!!
With An Jing at its center, the space within a radius of a thousand zhang twisted and collapsed violently, like a lake struck by an enormous boulder.
Invisible, pure spatial gravity crushed down from the depths of the void, becoming an unseen divine mountain weighing countless millions of tons!
An absolute no-flight zone!
Yu Yuanzhen, who had been gathering the fierce might of lightning only a moment earlier, felt the surrounding space completely rewritten in an instant. A suffocating pressure vast enough to crush even his soul slammed down upon his head!
"Aaargh-!!"
Yu Yuanzhen let out a muffled groan. His entire body jolted as though struck by a tremendous blow, catching him utterly off guard.
The phantom of the Blue Lightning Mad Dragon behind him was instantly crushed into a skyful of sparkling fragments!
His body swayed violently. His eyes wide with fury, he frantically mobilized the immense level 95 Titled Soul Power within him, trying to rise against the force and steady himself.
He would have been better off not circulating his Soul Power. The instant the berserk lightning surged out of his meridians, he discovered to his utter horror that an exceptionally vicious spatial restriction had been imposed upon this stretch of heaven and earth.
Damn it, what exactly had that brat done?!
Yu Yuanzhen discovered something.
The more violently he circulated his Soul Power, the faster this space drained and assimilated it, the rate doubling with each increase!
In just half a breath, nearly thirty percent of the Titled Soul Power that had filled Yu Yuanzhen like a tidal wave was forcibly drained away!
In an instant, within this Sky Domain under An Jing's absolute control, the long-renowned Super Douluo
truly became like an old bird with broken wings, plummeting helplessly from the lofty sky beneath the stares of countless eyes!
Boom-!!
An earthshaking crash erupted at the main entrance of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!
Dust billowed violently, and masonry shattered.
The towering white jade gatehouse, which had stood for centuries bearing the imperial emblem, was smashed apart by the body falling from the sky. The hard granite ground split inch by inch into a huge, spiderweb-cracked crater.
Amid the drifting dust, Yu Yuanzhen half-knelt at the center of the crater, his hair disheveled. A trickle of crimson blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his entire aged face flushed the color of pig liver. Only by bracing himself desperately against the ground did he avoid collapsing on the spot.
Dead silence.
A silence like death.
In the academy square, where swords had been drawn and bows bent only moments before, everyone from Meng Shenji and the other two Eight-Ring Soul Douluo education commissioners to the accompanying elites of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the students who had been clamoring,
now stood like figures sculpted from clay or carved from wood, their mouths open wide enough to fit a fist.
Most of them did not even spare a glance for the utterly disheveled Yu Yuanzhen in the crater.
Their gazes, filled with bone-deep horror and the bewilderment of shattered worldviews, were fixed upon the silver-white armored figure above the clouds.
Sixteen or seventeen years old!
A Seven-Ring Soul Sage!
Seven pure-black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings that completely defied the iron laws governing Soul Masters!
And with just a single sentence, he had dealt a long-renowned, veteran Titled Douluo a devastating setback, leaving him without even a chance to fight back!
Were they dreaming?
No Soul Master like this could possibly exist in this world!
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