Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang's legs suddenly gave out, and he collapsed to the ground. "That's impossible!"
"Teacher!" Tang San hurriedly helped Yu Xiaogang up. "What's wrong? What's impossible?"
Yu Xiaogang struggled to draw breath. Panting, he only managed to stand again with Tang San's support:
"This is... a top-tier dragon martial soul suppressing a lesser martial soul. But how could any martial soul suppress the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon?"
"Teacher?" Tang San felt the pressure too, but he was only being suppressed by Long Yue's soul power and imposing presence. He could not feel the suppression of his bloodline.
"Do you remember the third-tier Spirit Hall warrant I showed you? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon depicted on it."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes brimmed with fervor and shock:
"As a pinnacle among beast martial souls, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is hailed as the foremost assault-type beast martial soul. And the foremost assault-type tool martial soul is... the Clear Sky Hammer."
How could the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, which stood shoulder to shoulder with the Clear Sky Hammer... be suppressed by another dragon martial soul?
It was as though a basin of cold water had been dumped over the ambitions in Tang San's heart, leaving only envy. Watching Long Yue overwhelm the "three dragons" in the arena, he could not summon even the slightest thought of surpassing him.
He was too strong.
Even those outside the arena reacted like this.
Yu Tianheng, Yu Tianxin, and Huo Wushuang, who faced Long Yue directly inside it, trembled in both legs. Dugu Yan, farther back, was likewise suffering from martial soul suppression.
"Yu Tianheng!"
Yu Tianxin let out a piercing cry and launched himself into the air, charging straight at Long Yue.
Before he reached him, blue lightning had already condensed into a claw in midair and swept toward Long Yue's chest.
First soul skill! Blue Lightning Dragon Claw!
He refused to surrender under this suppression alone. The clan leader was watching them from above. If they conceded, where would that leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's honor?
"I know!" Yu Tianheng's thick dragon arm glittered with dazzling blue light as he unleashed another Blue Lightning Dragon Claw.
Aggressive blood flowed through the bodies of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's children. For their clan's prestige and their martial soul's glory, they would never admit defeat.
Crack-
The blue-violet lightning claw had already reached Long Yue's chest, only to be caught in his outstretched dragon claw.
"Even a pure Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul can't break through the mountain dragon's defenses? This is truly..." Standing behind Xue Ye, Xue Qinghe could not help widening his eyes.
The Angel Clan's divine martial soul was powerful enough, yet even it required caution when facing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Although Long Yue's cultivation was one soul ring higher, he could actually take a Blue Lightning Dragon Claw head-on without suffering the slightest effect?
The lightning element surged, violently distorting the air and erupting in heart-shaking crackles.
"Royal Authority."
Long Yue unleashed his fourth soul skill, the one that round-headed orange tiger had bestowed upon him.
The scales covering Long Yue's body turned crystalline. Ignoring the raging lightning, he took a step forward as soul power surged through him.
The entire world shook.
In Yu Tianxin's and Yu Tianheng's eyes, a towering mountain seemed to topple toward them. The strengthened gravity field forced them to their knees.
Royal Authority could subject every soul master within its range to tens or even hundreds of times normal gravity. If Long Yue wished, he could crush the Yu clan's twin stars' bones and press their bodies into the earth.
Both bolts of lightning scattered at once. Blood seeped from the corner of Yu Tianxin's mouth, and he dropped to both knees, yet he did not retreat an inch.
"Not bad."
Long Yue's appraisal was merely an acknowledgment of Yu Tianxin's backbone.
Yu Tianxin was unable to continue fighting.
"Thunderous Might! Thunderous Wrath!" Yu Tianheng's second and third soul rings flashed. The lightning around him shot outward in every direction like arrows, spreading paralysis.
He stubbornly tried to rise, only for Long Yue to pat him lightly on the head.
"Go to sleep."
Gravity caused the blood in Yu Tianheng's body to pool in his lower half. Deprived of blood and oxygen, his brain sent him straight into unconsciousness.
To the onlookers, Long Yue had merely patted his head and told him to go to sleep, as though soothing a child-and Yu Tianheng really had fallen asleep.
Yu Tianheng was unable to continue fighting.
Only Huo Wushuang, Xue Wu, and Dugu Yan remained in the arena. With gentlemanly courtesy, Long Yue walked around Huo Wushuang, who was pinned in place by Royal Authority, and approached the dancing Xue Wu.
"Are you really a control-type soul master?" Long Yue felt the cold snow falling from the dark clouds overhead, dampening his face, as though he had returned to winter in the Divine Realm Imperial Capital. "You should call yourself a support-type battle soul master from now on."
Xue Wu said nothing. She stopped dancing, and her soul skill ceased as well.
Long Yue sent Xue Wu off the stage with a punch. "Ladies first."
Then Long Yue looked at the purple-haired Dugu Yan. "You're interested in me?"
"I'm very interested in you." Dugu Yan was frank and made no attempt to hide it. The granddaughter of a Titled Douluo had no need to cautiously conceal her personality.
In that respect, Long Yue was much like her.
Her serpent tail carried her to Long Yue's side, and Dugu Yan practically nestled her entire body against his chest.
Seeing that Long Yue did not stop her immediately, Xue Ye assumed his big head was controlling his little head. He looked at Sima Lanxiao and joked, "Haha, it seems even heroes have always found a beauty's charms an insurmountable pass!"
Sima Lanxiao smiled calmly. "Long Yue knows his limits."
Aside from getting drunk and singing at the top of his lungs in the Divine Realm Imperial Capital, Mad Dragon liked visiting pleasure houses to listen to songs and watch live performances.
Perhaps because his cultivation required it, Long Yue had not lost his primal yang. But as for everything else... in short, Long Yue was certainly no innocent novice.
Xue Qinghe (Qian Renxue) stared at Dugu Yan with hostility. An inexplicable fire rose in her heart, and she could not explain the source of her anger. It was as though someone had taken a precious treasure of hers to play with.
For some reason, Qian Renxue suddenly recalled how Long Yue had draped his arm around her shoulders. The fiery warmth of his large hand had seemed capable of burning her skin even through her clothes.
Holding herself in check, Qian Renxue shifted in her seat.
"You didn't use your soul skill to restrain me and Xue Wu because you thought we were girls and went easy on us?" Dugu Yan coiled around Long Yue like a serpent.
"No."
Long Yue caught Dugu Yan by the chin and pulled her off him, preparing to smash a crater into the flat ground with her and give her a lesson in classical mechanics.
"Hiss, hiss~"
Dugu Yan licked Long Yue's hand. The sensation was warm and ticklish, while a cloyingly sweet, rank scent made his head swim.
"I still have something to say." With her chin held, Dugu Yan could only speak indistinctly.
Long Yue released Dugu Yan and ignored her, walking straight over to Huo Wushuang, who remained kneeling with his head bowed to the ground to keep himself from passing out.
Smack-
Long Yue courteously escorted Huo Wushuang off the stage.
With that done, Long Yue looked at Dugu Yan. "Go ahead."
Dugu Yan's emerald eyes turned purple. She opened her mouth, releasing a dense purple mist, then lunged at Long Yue and kissed him on the lips.
"What!" Qian Renxue shot to her feet, gritting her teeth.
Someone else had actually beaten her to a toy she hadn't even gotten her hands on yet!
"..." Ning Fengzhi, Xue Ye, and Prince Xue Xing all turned to stare at the eldest prince.
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