Let Me Show You What a Real Dragon Is!

The True Dragon Nine Crowns could be called the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Clan Treasure!

If he could help it, Yu Yuanzhen truly did not want to hand them over.

But unfortunately, just as Qian Xunji had said.

If he refused to give them up,

then based on the mistake his son, Yu Xiao Gang, had made,

Spirit Hall could completely use that as an excuse to openly lead people in an assault on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, wiping them out.

They could forcibly seize all their inherited Soul Bones, including the True Dragon Nine Crowns.

With his father, Yu Batian, already deceased,

even if Spirit Hall's Angel Douluo did not intervene,

with Yu Yuanzhen's rank ninety-four cultivation, he would be unable to resist the powerful Spirit Hall!

Thus, despite his anger, resentment, and pain, Yu Yuanzhen could only make the rational decision.

He decided to take out the True Dragon Nine Crowns as compensation!

But driven by that same anger, resentment, and pain,

Yu Yuanzhen did not want to hand over the True Dragon Nine Crowns so easily.

So, he proposed a Soul Master duel to Qian Xunji.

According to the information he knew,

Spirit Hall Pope Qian Xunji had only broken through to become a Titled Douluo less than ten years ago.

His cultivation now could be no higher than rank ninety-two!

Though the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul was one of the strongest god-tier Martial Souls in the world,

the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul of their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was no slouch either. Its dragonification ability was absolutely no weaker than that legendary innate domain!

And on top of that, he had at least a two-rank cultivation advantage!

Qian Xunji was absolutely no match for him!

Yu Yuanzhen's heart was filled with confidence and pride.

Of course, even if Qian Xunji refused,

Yu Yuanzhen could do nothing about it and would still have to unwillingly hand over the True Dragon Nine Crowns.

But if Qian Xunji refused, that would mean he was afraid and backing down.

It would be a sign of weakness!

At the very least, it would let Yu Yuanzhen, who had been suppressed and toyed with by Qian Xunji since entering the hall, find a sliver of psychological balance.

He could disdainfully think,

Spirit Hall's Pope was nothing more than someone who relied on Spirit Hall's power to wag his tongue!

He was far inferior to Yu Yuanzhen!

In his heart, he could turn defeat into victory.

Win just once.

And if Qian Xunji agreed, that would be even simpler!

Though Qian Xunji's threats had forced Yu Yuanzhen to concede in the end and offer up the True Dragon Nine Crowns,

because he feared that Qian Xunji would truly make good on his word and use his son Yu Xiao Gang as an excuse to lead people in an assault on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect,

he could still beat the hell out of that damned Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji, before then!

At least he could vent some of the fury and resentment in his heart.

In Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, as long as he made this proposal,

regardless of whether Qian Xunji agreed,

he would have regained some ground!

To put it simply: Qin Shi Huang grabbed a live wire—he'd won so hard he was numb!

Inside the hall.

Hearing that Yu Yuanzhen actually wanted to wager the True Dragon Nine Crowns in a Soul Master duel against him, the corners of Qian Xunji's incomparably handsome face remained curled in a cold smile.

He was utterly disdainful inside.

If it had been the original owner of this body, he might indeed not have been a match for Yu Yuanzhen.

But for him? Heh.

All he could say was that it would be effortless!

Though all he had to do was remain forceful and refuse to yield, and Yu Yuanzhen would have no choice.

There was no need for that!

He was a transmigrator!

It was not as though he lacked the strength.

The enemy had practically jumped in his face to taunt him.

What he should do was slap him viciously across the face with absolute strength.

And put on a grand display!

That was the bearing a transmigrator ought to have!

"Sect Master Yu, do you think you have a choice?"

Qian Xunji sneered, his tone full of mockery.

"It is only a Soul Master duel. So what if I agree?"

"Today, I will make you personally offer up the True Dragon Nine Crowns with both hands!"

Having said that, Qian Xunji flicked his robes and abruptly rose from his throne, his tall and erect figure standing straight.

His expression was icy, and he radiated imposing dominance and pride.

To the side, Golden Crocodile Douluo and Mighty Lion Douluo exchanged a glance.

After looking at each other, neither spoke in the end.

They believed in the decision Qian Xunji had made.

Outside the castle.

In a forest.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, and Ling Yuan stood on one side.

On the other side stood Bibi Dong and Yu Xiao Gang, whose face was swollen and bruised and whose body was covered in injuries.

"Father, go!"

"Make Qian Xunji pay!"

Yu Xiao Gang fixed his swollen, lightbulb-like eyes on Qian Xunji and Yu Yuanzhen in the sky, clenching his fists as he muttered under his breath.

Yu Xiao Gang harbored deep-seated hatred and fury toward Qian Xunji.

In Spirit City, he had finally managed to win over the innocent and gullible Bibi Dong.

He had been just about to use Bibi Dong to access Spirit Hall's secret archives.

Perhaps he would have found a way to evolve his Martial Soul, Luo Sanpao.

But that detestable Spirit Hall Pope, Qian Xunji, had ruined his plans!

All the effort he had put into Martial Soul Evolution had been reduced to nothing in a single day.

The grudge of blocking one's path was irreconcilable!

Furthermore, though he had no proof,

the more Yu Xiaogang thought about the bandits who had attacked them on the way back, the more suspicious they seemed.

In Yu Xiaogang's view, there was an eighty to ninety percent chance that Qian Xunji had ordered it!

Thinking of the torturous, painful special training he had endured under Scarface,

the grief, indignation, and humiliation of being forcibly trained until his entire body, inside and out, was flooded with exhaustion from the intense regimen,

Yu Xiaogang wished he could kill Qian Xunji with his eyes.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, possess me!"

After reaching the sky, Yu Yuanzhen let out an angry roar and instantly summoned the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, entering Martial Soul Possession.

In an instant, after a massive silver-blue dragon wreathed in lightning, with wings on its back, emerged behind him and then abruptly possessed him,

the clothes around Yu Yuanzhen's limbs exploded. His hands and legs transformed directly into enormous, elongated, ferocious dragon claws and feet.

Large patches of hard silver-blue scales also emerged across his torso. His head was likewise covered in scales, from which a pair of curved dragon horns grew, while a pair of broad dragon wings unfolded behind him.

At the same time, nine Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—rose in succession.

In an instant, a powerful Dragon Might and surge of Soul Power erupted from Yu Yuanzhen's body.

Yet Qian Xunji merely curled his lips in disdain and said flatly,

"So this is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

"The so-called number one beast Martial Soul in the Soul Master world looks rather ordinary."

"Today, I will show you what a real dragon is!"

With that, Qian Xunji gave a cold shout.

"Golden Dragon, come forth!"

The next moment, amid dazzling golden light, what emerged from Qian Xunji's body was no longer the Twelve-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Instead, it was an enormous, powerful golden dragon covered from head to toe in golden dragon scales.

Its broad golden dragon wings seemed to blot out the sky. Its dragon head, covered in golden scales atop a long neck, radiated majesty and dominance, while its pair of curved, upraised dragon horns resembled a magnificent crown.

"Roar!"

After being summoned, the Golden Dragon let out an earth-shaking roar before instantly possessing him.

At once, Qian Xunji's body grew taller, his muscles swelled, and brilliant golden scales surged across his skin like a tide. His hands transformed into sharp dragon claws.

His golden pupils became vertical slits, proud dragon horns grew from his head, and a pair of broad golden dragon wings abruptly spread from his back.

In an instant, a terrifying Dragon Might erupted from Qian Xunji's body and swept outward.

Feeling the terrifying pressure emitted by the Golden Dragon Martial Soul, along with the Golden Dragon Bloodline, not only did Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiao Gang's expressions change drastically.

Even Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing to the side, could not help but change expression.