Spirit Hall's Young Master Led the Charge to Wipe Out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

After a furious tongue-lashing that rained down on him, Yu Yuanzhen walked out with a dark face, leaving one last remark before he went.

"Since you're back, stay here for now. Don't talk such nonsense again."

"Tian Heng, find your uncle a room."

Hearing this, Yu Tianheng smiled awkwardly, then looked at Gangzi.

"Uncle, what you just said really was too far-fetched. You can't blame the clan leader for getting angry."

"Our clan's talent has been dwindling lately, with no new generation ready to take over from the old. The clan leader's been worrying over it, so of course he wouldn't be pleased."

"But even so, it won't be that easy for Spirit Hall to move against us."

He spoke to Gangzi as he led the way.

Gangzi lowered his head and sighed. "Tian Heng, don't blame me for speaking harshly. He's bringing destruction on himself!"

"If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan keeps going like this, it'll be wiped out. We'd be better off joining Spirit Hall outright!"

At these words, Yu Tianheng immediately frowned, somewhat displeased.

"What are you saying, Uncle? We will never bow down to Spirit Hall!"

Gangzi said little more, merely shaking his head. "Fine, look after yourselves. Whatever happens next, don't blame me."

Yu Tianheng's expression turned cold. After leading Gangzi to a room, he turned and left.

After sitting in the room for a while, Gangzi suddenly thought of something and hurriedly began packing.

"This is bad. The Soul Hunting Operation is about to begin. There's no time."

"Father... I've done everything duty and kindness demand, yet you still won't believe me. There's really nothing I can do."

"But don't worry. I will avenge you!"

With that, Gangzi fled straight into the night, leaving only a letter warning the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to be careful.

Outside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Tang San wore a black robe, his blue hair falling to his waist. The two Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, stood behind him, while over a thousand Spirit Hall Soul Masters stood fully equipped, awaiting orders.

"Young Master, we're ready. When do we move?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei dropped to one knee and spoke in unison.

Tang San looked at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan ahead, neither sorrow nor joy on his face.

"Now."

"Go!"

At his words, the Soul Masters concealed themselves in the night and crept inside.

A closer look revealed little glints of cold light flashing from their bodies with every movement, especially conspicuous beneath the moonlight.

Hidden weapons!

Watching the Spirit Hall members melt into the shadows, Gui Mei's face was full of admiration. He was still toying with an intricate crossbow in his hand, clicking his tongue in wonder.

"Chrysanthemum Guan, just what sort of genius is the Young Master, to be able to make something like this?"

"This is a fine tool for assassination. With it, our casualties in this operation will be greatly reduced."

Yue Guan chuckled. "The Young Master is a prodigy beyond compare. It's only natural that you can't comprehend him."

"Enough chatter. That old fellow Yu Yuanzhen is still waiting for us to deal with him."

With that, he and Gui Mei flew into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan together.

The night was quiet, and many members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan were fast asleep.

They were killed in their dreams by hidden weapons, silently and soundlessly, without even a chance to raise the alarm.

Only when someone who had yet to go to bed stumbled upon them while wandering did a startled cry cut across the dark sky, shattering the silence.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Yu Yuanzhen jolted awake and immediately rushed out of his room, taking his place in midair.

At some point, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and Spirit Hall's Ninth Elder had closed in and surrounded him.

"Awake, old dragon? A pity-we were still a step too slow."

Gui Mei sneered and hurled the corpse he held, which had only just breathed its last, toward Yu Yuanzhen.

"Grand Elder?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted, and grief welled up in his heart.

"You beasts of Spirit Hall! How dare you?"

"I'll make you pay with your lives!"

With that, Yu Yuanzhen roared in fury and immediately activated his Martial Soul Avatar. A terrifying dragon's roar resounded across the sky.

"Members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, wake up! Fight to the death with me! No retreat!"

As that dragon's roar spread, a few dozen scattered dragon roars answered from elsewhere.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed again, his shock beyond measure.

"How could this... What exactly have you done? How can these be all that remain of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?!"

"Someone must be helping you in secret, isn't that right?!"

His eyes bulged as though they would split, and blood seeped from the corners of his mouth as fury assailed his heart.

In Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, without someone on the inside, Spirit Hall could never have done all this so silently. There had to be a traitor!

Yue Guan laughed heartily. His Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum shot out, enveloping Yu Yuanzhen's body.

"Clan Leader Yu, if you join Spirit Hall now, I'll tell you how we did it. What do you say?"

"As long as you're alive, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will have its day of revival, won't it?"

His eyes blood-red, Yu Yuanzhen roared and charged at them.

"Dream on!"

Gui Mei shook his head. "Kind words can hardly dissuade a ghost bent on death."

As he spoke, he and Yue Guan met Yu Yuanzhen from opposite sides.

Both were Titled Douluo and shared an exceptional understanding. The strength they unleashed was by no means a simple matter of one plus one equaling two. Even Yu Yuanzhen struggled to fend them off for a time.

Not to mention the Ninth Elder watching hungrily from the side.

"Old dragon, your opponent is me!"

The Ninth Elder gave a wicked laugh, and his Martial Soul Avatar appeared-a gigantic black wolf.

"Today, I'll send you on your way, old dragon!"

As his words fell, he lunged straight for Yu Yuanzhen's throat with his jaws.

Unexpectedly, Yu Yuanzhen did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, his eyes bulging so far they nearly leaped from their sockets.

"You want to kill me? You'll die first!"

"A true dragon's wrath, a roar that shakes the nine heavens!"

Yu Yuanzhen's terrifying dragon roar rang out again. His ninth Soul Ring flashed continuously as he charged straight at the Ninth Elder.

At that moment, he completely disregarded Yue Guan and Gui Mei's attacks, fighting to trade his life for another.

Watching the beam of condensed sound hurtle toward him, the Ninth Elder's expression changed.

"This is bad!"

Gui Mei and Yue Guan also knew things had turned dire. Given Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power and offensive strength, if that blow landed, the Ninth Elder would likely die without even a place to bury him.

But their attacks had already been launched. They could only desperately strike at Yu Yuanzhen's vital points, hoping to kill him as soon as possible.

Just as the Ninth Elder thought all was lost, a blue-gold shield appeared out of thin air before him.

Blue Silver Emperor Gold Shield!

Boom!!!

After the tremendous crash, the Ninth Elder, blood at the corner of his mouth and both arms held protectively before him, looked down with gratitude.

"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master! I, Xu Qing, will never forget it!"

It was Tang San who had intervened and saved his life.

Squelch!

Gui Mei and Yue Guan struck Yu Yuanzhen's vital points. He spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Before he died, he stared at the Soul Rings around Tang San. The last thing reflected in his eyes was the dazzling blood-red of that Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

"This is Spirit Hall's Young Master...?"

"The Upper Three Sects... are finished."