The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and slowly rose from her throne.

Previously, the Rakshasa God Trial had restrained part of her strength. Now that her divine position had changed, she was no longer subject to that trial's restrictions. Having fused with the God of Silent Death's divine position, she could even wield a trace of divine power.

Now, she no longer feared Qian Daoliu at all!

"I have never been one of your Qian Family."

Bibi Dong spoke each word distinctly, undisguised disgust in her voice. "Disgusting."

Qian Daoliu clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them again.

He looked at the imposing woman before him and fell silent for a moment. In the end, he sighed. "Our family wronged you, but you are now the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall. You must be mindful of your position. And Xiao Xue..."

"Hmph."

Bibi Dong interrupted him. "My affairs are none of your concern. As for Xiao Xue..."

She recalled Yu Xiaogang's words, and her expression softened slightly, but her gaze remained icy as she looked at Qian Daoliu. "Leave. Don't let me catch you playing any tricks behind my back, especially against Yu Xiaogang."

She said no more, but Qian Daoliu was no fool. Naturally, he understood what she meant.

He gave Bibi Dong a long, searching look without saying anything else, then vanished in a flash.

Bibi Dong stood alone in the empty Pope's Palace, gazing through the stained-glass windows high above toward the distant Heaven Dou Empire.

Xue'er...

Meanwhile, after leaving Spirit City, Yu Xiaogang traveled on, weathering wind and dust. After some more days, he finally returned to Heaven Dou City.

He returned to Blue Tyrant Academy and first asked after Tang San and the others. Surprisingly, they still had not returned.

That made sense. His entire round trip to Spirit City had taken less than half a month.

Many of Tang San's group were hunting for soul rings this time, and they all needed different kinds of soul beasts. If their luck was poor, spending over a month on the task would be perfectly normal.

Rongrong had not returned either. She had already reached rank thirty before, so presumably she had gone to obtain a soul ring too.

Yu Xiaogang found Liu Erlong. The two had already discussed their plans.

After giving instructions regarding the academy's affairs, they packed a few belongings and set off for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was situated in the True Dragon Mountain Range within the Heaven Dou Empire, beside Thunder Canyon.

The clan occupied nine peaks in total. True Dragon Peak was the main peak, while members of the direct and collateral branches lived on the other eight subsidiary peaks.

Outside the True Dragon Mountain Range, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong walked side by side along a mountain path. Looking at the scenery around them, at once familiar and strange, both felt a jumble of emotions, all five flavors mingling in their hearts.

Liu Erlong had never returned to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in all these years either. Looking at the mountains before her now, she could not help murmuring, "It still looks just as it did before."

Yu Xiaogang smiled. The closer they came, the calmer he grew. "Let's go."

Soon, the two arrived at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's mountain gate.

The six bold, vigorous characters for "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan" were carved into a massive bluestone archway. Guards in matching uniforms stood on either side and immediately stepped forward to bar their way when they approached.

"Who goes there? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan lies ahead. Halt."

Liu Erlong wasted no words. She simply took out an antique silver token engraved with a dragon design and displayed it.

At the sight of the token, the two guards immediately became more respectful and stepped aside to let them pass.

The two passed through the mountain gate and climbed the stone steps.

They encountered quite a few clan members and disciples along the way, but because neither had returned in decades, few recognized them. Most merely gave them a couple of curious looks before going their separate ways.

Only when they ascended True Dragon Mountain did familiar faces gradually begin to appear.

Soon, three people stepped into their path.

At their head was a burly middle-aged man with a somewhat haughty look about his brow.

He looked Yu Xiaogang up and down and sneered. "Well, well, if it isn't Yu Xiaogang. After all these years, even your hair has turned white? What, you finally have the nerve to come back?"

The man and woman beside him chimed in, both wearing expressions of eager amusement.

Yu Xiaogang looked calmly at the three without speaking.

Liu Erlong stepped forward. "Yu Xi, Yu Yansheng, Yu Mifen, if you three have nothing to do, I'll find you something!"

The moment Liu Erlong spoke, all three froze.

Liu Erlong was unlike Yu Xiaogang. She had already been a Soul Saint many years ago. If it came to blows, the three of them together would not be enough to take her on.

Even so, the three did not rein in their tongues.

The one called Yu Xi sneered. "Liu Erlong, what are you doing here? Don't forget, your surname isn't even Yu. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is no place for you."

Liu Erlong clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking.

She turned to glance at Yu Xiaogang. He gave a slight nod and made no move to stop her.

Liu Erlong smiled and immediately strode forward.

Soon, a flurry of smacks and cracks rang out on the stone steps, accompanied by several screams and pleas for mercy.

In just a few breaths, Yu Xi, Yu Yansheng, and Yu Mifen lay sprawled every which way on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, unable even to get back up.

Clutching his face, Yu Xi stared at Liu Erlong in terror. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that, after not seeing her for a few years, her strength would have reached such heights. He had not lasted even a single exchange.

Yu Xiaogang watched calmly. These three were clan members of his generation, and he had endured no shortage of their sneers and scorn back then.

Yet after all these years, they were still only Soul Kings. The state of this generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was plain to see.

The old crop was gone before the new had ripened.

In fact, as far as Yu Xiaogang knew, aside from his own father, Yu Yuanzhen, the strongest person in the present Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Luomian, was merely a rank seventy-nine Soul Saint.

If one had to name the most talented member of the younger generation, it would be Liu Erlong. Yet she had many conflicts with the clan and even bore her mother's surname, Liu.

Even in these circumstances, these people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still insisted on maintaining their lofty arrogance.

One of the so-called Upper Three Sects, the greatest beast martial soul in the world-in plain terms, it was all being propped up by Yu Yuanzhen alone.

Liu Erlong dusted off her hands and glanced down at the three on the ground. "Your mouths stink so badly, I thought I'd freshen your breath for you."

Yu Xiaogang walked to her side, calmly stepped past them, and continued up the mountain.

At that moment, the summit of True Dragon Mountain was crowded with people.

Large numbers of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members had gathered in the summit square. A massive bluestone fighting platform stood prominently in the center, surrounded by tier upon tier of stone steps for spectators. The higher the seat, the higher its occupant's status.

Yu Yuanzhen occupied the seat of honor. He was reclining sideways in his chair, his cheek resting on one hand, his gaze directed toward the platform. Two young clan members were unleashing their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Souls in fierce combat, lightning flashing in all directions amid repeated dragon roars.

This was precisely why Yu Xiaogang had chosen to return to the clan today.

Today was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's internal tournament, held once every five years. What they competed for was nothing other than their standing within the clan.

The strong advanced; the weak retreated!

Possessing the world's greatest beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had always revered strength. Every five years, it held a tournament like this to determine anew the standing of the clan's strongest members.