Eight Extremes Collapse

High above on the platform, Yu Yuanzhen, the nineteenth clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was watching the matches below when he suddenly seemed to sense something. His gaze shifted slightly, and he instinctively looked toward the distant mountain path.

At the end of the long street leading to the summit, two figures were slowly approaching side by side.

Quite a few people noticed the two figures as well.

"Is that... Yu Xiaogang? Why has he come back?"

"The clan leader's son?"

"Heh, so what if he's the clan leader's son? Trash is trash. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has never cared about seniority, only strength!"

"Isn't that Liu Erlong beside him? Why is she here too?"

A lively buzz of discussion immediately rose through the crowd, with endless whispers passing from ear to ear.

"Silence."

A voice suddenly came from above. It was Yu Yuanzhen who had spoken.

The moment he spoke, the entire gathering fell silent.

Yu Yuanzhen, leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, was currently the strongest person in the clan and commanded immense prestige. Naturally, no one dared defy him.

Yu Xiaogang slowly walked to the edge of the square, meeting Yu Yuanzhen's eyes across the distance to the platform.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at him, his lips moving slightly as he murmured, "Xiaogang..."

Yu Xiaogang smiled and bowed slightly to his father on the platform.

Yu Yuanzhen froze for a moment, then nodded as well.

The next instant, before the shocked eyes of everyone present, Yu Xiaogang leaped onto the arena in a single step. He stood with his hands behind his back, calmly sweeping his gaze over the people below.

"Does anyone dare come up and fight me?"

The entire gathering fell silent for an instant, then erupted into an even louder uproar.

"What is he trying to do? Challenge everyone in the arena? Him?"

"Does he really think no one will dare touch him just because he's the clan leader's son?"

"Has he gone mad?"

Yu Yuanzhen's expression sharpened as well, but his cultivation was on another level. He sensed Yu Xiaogang's aura in an instant, and his body trembled slightly, shock appearing on his face.

Could it be...!!

Liu Erlong stood at the edge of the crowd, her arms folded across her chest, proudly watching Yu Xiaogang above.

The spirited, confident Xiaogang of all those years ago had returned.

"Arrogant! Far too arrogant! A piece of trash with only half a level of innate Soul Power dares step into the arena?"

"I'll do it!!"

Clearly, quite a few of those present had heard of Yu Xiaogang's reputation as trash.

Naturally, they thought nothing of him now.

The words had barely fallen when a figure charged into the arena.

The newcomer looked very young, probably in his early twenties, and was clearly one of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's younger generation.

An arrogant smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he casually cupped his hands toward Yu Xiaogang.

"Yu Tianming, martial soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, level thirty-nine Power Attack System Battle Soul Master. Please instruct me!"

Yu Xiaogang's expression remained unchanged.

"Heh, looks like I've been underestimated..."

The next instant, his eyes snapped open, and a terrifying aura erupted from his entire body.

Dragon Might! Combined with... Soul Pressure!!

An almost tangible pressure descended from above. At least half of the countless clanspeople present were instantly cowed, their knees buckling as they dropped to one knee, unable even to stand back up.

"Wh-what is this!"

"I can't move... can't breathe... what terrifying pressure!"

"Damn it... I can't even summon my martial soul..."

"This pressure... came from Yu Xiaogang?! How is that possible!"

Yu Xiaogang calmly looked at Yu Tianming, who lay flattened against the arena by the pressure, unable even to raise his head. With a light wave of his hand, a burst of force swept Yu Tianming up and sent him flying straight off the stage.

Yu Tianming rolled twice across the ground and passed out completely.

"The younger generation need not come up."

The terrifying pressure vanished instantly. Only then could everyone barely manage to stand, though their legs were still somewhat weak, their faces filled with disbelief.

"How is this possible... how could that pressure have come from Yu Xiaogang? Doesn't he have a trash martial soul?"

"A piece of trash with half a level of innate Soul Power... just what happened?"

After what had just happened, most of them had been cowed and did not dare make a move.

Yu Xiaogang swept his gaze over those below the stage, his tone flat and even tinged with disappointment. "What? After all these years, is the clan left with nothing but a pack of mediocrities who don't even have the courage to step into the arena?"

"What are you being so arrogant for!"

Another figure instantly landed on the stage.

The newcomer had rugged features and looked to be in his forties or fifties, with faint lightning flickering around him.

Yu Xiaogang's gaze settled on him, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly. "Heh, Luoyi."

"Xiaogang, after all these years, it seems you've made some progress."

Yu Luoyi sneered. "Then let me test you. Yu Luoyi, martial soul: Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, level sixty-one Power Attack System Battle Soul Emperor. Please instruct me!"

"Heh, Luoyi, after all these years, your strength has improved too. You've actually broken through to Soul Emperor."

"Hmph, you've changed even more."

Yu Luoyi looked at him, quietly circulating his Soul Power. "Summon your martial soul. Let me see just what the trash of those days has become!"

Yu Xiaogang smiled faintly. "If you want to force me to use my martial soul, we'll first have to see whether you're strong enough."

"Arrogant!"

Rumble!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black!

Six Soul Rings rose in succession from beneath Yu Luoyi's feet. Boundless lightning erupted from his body, and True Body Armor instantly covered him as lightning surged and roared around him.

"You won't even use your martial soul? You brought this on yourself!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Thunderclap! Sixth Soul Skill, Thunderstorm! Dragon Transformation!!"

Having felt the terrifying pressure Yu Xiaogang had unleashed earlier, Yu Luoyi did not let his guard down in the slightest. He attacked with his full strength from the outset.

With True Body Armor covering him, his fifth and sixth Soul Skills, and Dragon Transformation, terrifying lightning flooded toward Yu Xiaogang like a deluge. Blue-white lightning covered the entire arena!

Yu Xiaogang's expression did not change in the slightest.

The next instant, his figure vanished!

"What!!"

Yu Luoyi's pupils abruptly contracted. He had vanished, and Yu Luoyi had not caught so much as a glimpse of his movement.

"Eight Extremes Collapse."

Behind me!!!

Bam!!

Yu Xiaogang slammed a heavy punch into Yu Luoyi's back.

The force of that punch traveled from the outside inward, penetrating the True Body Armor, passing through flesh and blood, and reaching his internal organs. The entire section of True Body Armor across Yu Luoyi's back shattered inch by inch under the power of that punch, and a terrifying hidden force exploded inside him!

"Puaaagh!"

A mouthful of scarlet blood sprayed from his mouth, and he flew out of the arena like a kite with its string cut, bouncing hard twice before crashing to the ground.

Just one blow! Yu Luoyi... had lost!!

The entire gathering was deathly silent.

Outside the arena, Yu Luoyi coughed up several mouthfuls of blood and barely propped himself halfway up. He looked in disbelief at Yu Xiaogang standing quietly on the stage. "You didn't even use your martial soul... this is impossible..."

After saying this, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Clanspeople nearby hurriedly carried him away for treatment.

Yu Xiaogang withdrew his fist and stood in the center of the arena, without so much as a speck of dust on his robes.

His calm gaze swept over the now utterly silent crowd below the stage, and he spoke indifferently. "Next."