"He... he actually did it?!"
"I've lived more than half my life. Surely I'm not dreaming?!"
Atop the canopy of a dense forest outside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Dugu Bo and the two young women, who had just raced over, happened to witness a scene so earth-shattering that it deserved a place in the annals of Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent!
Dugu Bo rubbed his eyes fiercely, his entire emerald-green face twitching violently.
The esteemed leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a level 95 Super Douluo unrivaled beneath the heavens, had actually been driven from the sky and slammed into the ruins by a junior?!
A Seven-Ring Soul Sage had overpowered a level 95 Super Douluo head-on?
Across tens of thousands of years of Soul Master history on the continent, even the writers of myths would not have dared write such a thing!
It was as absurd as a level 98 peak Super Douluo walking down the street and being toyed with, slapped about by a Soul King who had only just passed level 50!
"G-Grandpa, An Jing... no, Brother Jing really wasn't boasting!"
Beside him, wonder rippled through Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes. She breathed so rapidly that her chest heaved, and even the way she addressed An Jing had quietly changed without her realizing it.
Her usually haughty serpentine eyes now held nothing but admiration and awe, subdued by his supreme might.
To think that something as ridiculous as a Titled Douluo coming to grief at a Soul Saint's hands could actually happen!
"Ha ha ha! Good! What a lad!"
After a brief moment of stunned disbelief, Dugu Bo abruptly recovered, clapping his hands and laughing heartily, his laughter brimming with delight at another's misfortune.
"That brat An Jing really does possess heaven-defying abilities. No wonder I took a liking to him at first sight!
That old fossil Yu Yuanzhen usually keeps his eyes above his head and throws his age around. To think he'd take such a spectacular tumble at a junior's hands today. Wonderful, truly wonderful!"
He smacked his lips and muttered to himself, "Tsk, if it were Yue Guan, that neither-man-nor-woman ruined chrysanthemum, planted in that pit instead, I'd set off a hundred sky-shaking firecrackers right here to celebrate!"
"Senior Dugu, don't let your guard down yet. Thunder Douluo is getting up."
Zhu Zhuqing, who had remained cool-faced throughout, suddenly spoke. Her dark feline eyes stayed fixed on the center of the smoke-shrouded ruins below, her fingertips tightening slightly.
"Of course."
Dugu Bo reined in his smile, a trace of gravity entering his eyes.
"That old mudfish is a level 95 Titled Douluo, after all, and the very face of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
If that one blow were enough to cripple him, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would probably be the first of the Upper Three Sects to be trampled flat by Spirit Hall."
Boom!
Amid the ruins, savage blue-violet lightning surged like countless giant pythons tearing through the earth, abruptly pulverizing hundreds of tons of broken walls and rubble around him!
Yu Yuanzhen stepped out of the scorched pit, one stride at a time.
Most of his robes had been torn apart, his topknot hung loose, and the crimson stain he had yet to wipe from the corner of his mouth stood out glaringly beneath the lightning.
He had thought he could suppress this white-haired junior who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth with a mere turn of his hand.
Never had he imagined that the young man concealed so many inconceivable trump cards and dangerous domains, leaving him utterly disgraced and bedraggled as a dog before the spies of every major power on the continent and the empire's nobles!
An unbearable humiliation!
Yu Yuanzhen slowly raised his head, his weathered old face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.
Humm-!!
Nine Soul Rings erupted upward from beneath his feet-two yellow, two purple, and five black.
The terrifying pressure of a level 95 power attack system true-dragon Soul Master spiraled completely out of control. His savage killing intent became tangible, ghostly blue blood-flames that ignited all the air within a thousand-meter radius!
At that moment, only one blood-red command, steeped in brutality, remained in the depths of Yu Yuanzhen's mind.
Kill him!
Whatever background this brat has, wherever that armor of his came from, he must die!
"Very good... very good indeed!"
Yu Yuanzhen clenched his teeth. With every word he forced from his throat, another thunderclap exploded in the sky.
"You arrogant whelp, you have thoroughly enraged me!"
"Earlier, in consideration of your exceptional talent, I had intended to spare your worthless life. You would only have needed to kneel before Tian Heng's bed in front of the entire clan and kowtow in apology,
then offer up that external bone armor treasure of yours with both hands. As the leader of a clan, I could still have refrained from pursuing matters with a milk-scented little wretch like you..."
At this point, the wild lightning in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes abruptly receded, replaced by utter coldness and brutality.
"But now-"
"I've changed my mind."
"Even if the Pope of Spirit Hall intervenes today, you will still die!!"
"Seventh Soul Skill-Martial Soul Avatar!!"
With an aged dragon roar that shattered the firmament, Yu Yuanzhen abandoned every last restraint. The Titled Douluo Soul Power within him erupted like a supernova!
Crack-!
A bolt of ghostly blue lightning as thick as a water vat tore through the heavens. Yu Yuanzhen's body swelled against the wind, every inch of his bones erupting with thunderous cracks.
In the blink of an eye, his aged flesh was covered in blue-violet dragon scales as thick and heavy as steel shields. His body stretched to nearly a hundred meters, transforming into an ancient monstrosity with savage dragon horns, four claws beneath its belly, and countless bolts of raging tribulation lightning coiling around it.
A level 95 pure-blooded Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
Boom!
Under this pure manifestation of a Super Douluo's might, even the crushing spatial pressure of the Sky Domain was forcibly torn open by his savage draconic body, leaving a shrieking rift in the air.
The enormous dragon fought its way upward, bearing a sea of annihilating lightning capable of destroying heaven and earth as it lunged straight at An Jing above!
Gales tore at the clouds filling the sky, and lightning illuminated An Jing's cold eyes beneath his faceplate, still as an ancient well.
Facing the monstrous beast so close that he could almost smell its foul dragon breath, An Jing did not retreat even half a step. Not even his breathing faltered.
His Battle Armor's faceplate shifted slightly, and instead, a proud, aloof smile spread across his lips.
"Martial Soul Avatar?"
"Unfortunately for you, I know that technique too."
Humm-!
The seventh jet-black Soul Ring circling beneath An Jing's feet, suffused with a halo of starlight, suddenly blazed without warning, releasing a light like the polar day that pierced the heavens!
"Seventh Soul Skill-Sky Avatar!"
Boom!!
A silver-white radiance so pure that words could not describe it burst from between An Jing's brows. Every spatial pattern across his Battle Armor came alive in an instant!
The moment his Martial Soul Avatar manifested, the entire sky over the outskirts of Heaven Dou City suddenly froze without warning.
The howling winds stopped.
The rolling thunder dissipated.
With An Jing at its center, the sky, which had been churning with black clouds, was violently drained of every color in a visible instant.
Crimson flames, ghostly blue lightning serpents, emerald vegetation... everything within sight faded into an eerie, deathly gray-white monochrome!
And that was not all. Every stray sound between heaven and earth was stripped away in that second. For several miles around, everything fell into an absolute stillness in which not even a heartbeat could exist!
"Wh-what is this?!"
"Where's my voice? Why has even the thunder vanished?!"
"How terrifying... why does that white-haired young man make me feel so afraid I want to smash my head into the mud?!"
The Soul Masters and spies outside the academy fell into uncontrollable terror.
Stranger still, the Martial Souls within every Soul Master below level 70 began trembling in mournful unison. Their knees slammed heavily into the ground beyond their control, and they knelt, shaking, toward the gray-white core above the clouds!
It felt as though subjects had come before their sovereign and could not help but bow in worship.
"Cheap tricks, playing at gods and ghosts! Die!!"
The lightning dragon at the center of the domain let out a muffled growl.
Yu Yuanzhen could faintly sense an instinctive tremor deep within his dragon marrow. Yet to him, a full twenty-five levels formed an unbridgeable gulf between a Soul Saint and a Titled Douluo. Before the foundation of absolute strength, any strange phenomenon was nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs!
The savage Thunder Dragon Claw had already swept within thirty feet of An Jing's face!
"Oh? Is that so?"
At that moment, An Jing's figure seemed to become part of heaven and earth themselves-formless, boundless, unshakable.
Beneath his faceplate, his double-pupiled eyes regarded the incoming claw indifferently, his gaze as cold as though he were looking down upon a rotting corpse long since dried out.
"The so-called greatest beast martial soul under heaven, the 'Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon'..."
"In the era I came from, an impure, lowly reptile like you probably wouldn't even have been worthy of kneeling to release your martial soul before the true Golden Dragon King's supreme blood vitality. And you dare run wild before me?!"
His mighty heavenly voice, accompanied by the resonance of his divine sense, boomed through Yu Yuanzhen's spiritual sea like great bronze bells:
"Beneath this firmament, I am the sky's representative!"
"I strip you-of your authority over the air!"
"I strip you-of the order of lightning within you!"
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