"This good-for-nothing actually agreed!"
"What a pity. We're letting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan get a Soul Bone for nothing!"
"Hmph! There's no rush. We'll challenge them too, and we can't let them take the Soul Bone away right under Spirit Hall's nose!"
"Good idea!"
In the eyes of Spirit Hall and its affiliated factions, Lin Chen was bound to lose. They were already considering how to take back the Soul Bone the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had won.
At the center of the hall,
Lin Chen stood tall in red, his features handsome, his black hair tied high, and his swordlike brows striking. He certainly looked the part, but unfortunately, his strength was trash with a combat rating of five.
When Yu Yuanzhen saw him agree, he couldn't help sneering. He turned and instructed, "Tianxin, since the Emperor has given you this opportunity, I hope you won't disappoint him!"
"Which of you will go?"
Yu Tianxin said excitedly, "Great-grandfather, let me go first!"
He had thought they had only come for a friendly match, and to slap Bibi Dong's face while they were at it. He hadn't expected to get a Soul Bone too.
What a pleasant surprise!
Yu Yuanzhen frowned and glanced at his own grandson, Yu Tianheng. "All right. Since Tianxin wants to show what he can do, you can go first."
"Yes!" Yu Tianxin restrained his excitement and stepped into the center of the hall. "Yu Tianxin of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Please enlighten me."
Lin Chen said impatiently, "Why all the nonsense? If we're fighting, then fight. I'm still waiting to enter the bridal chamber after the wedding!"
The bridal chamber???
Everyone was stunned when they heard that. Could he really do that with Her Holiness the Pope?
The Soul Masters from Spirit Hall's side hurriedly looked up at Bibi Dong. Seeing nothing unusual about her, they thought she had given her tacit consent, and their hearts ached terribly!
How could Her Holiness the Pope, so stunningly beautiful and aloof, take a liking to this good-for-nothing?
At the thought of the two of them in the bridal chamber, their faces turned uglier than if they'd eaten shit.
What a sin!
Her Holiness the Pope must not be defiled. They had to beat him down later-so badly that he wouldn't get out of bed for a hundred days!
Yuan Tianxin had always been fiercely competitive. Seeing the good-for-nothing before him looking down on him so openly, he flew into a rage. "How dare you underestimate me! Today I'll show you the might of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
Activate Martial Soul!
Roar, roar, roar...
A massive blue dragon several zhang long coiled around him, and four Soul Rings radiated around him: yellow, yellow, purple, and purple.
"He really is a Soul Ancestor. Why did this good-for-nothing agree to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan first? He's giving away a Soul Bone for nothing!"
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon is one of the top Beast Martial Souls. Its combat strength at the same rank cannot be underestimated. I'm afraid the Emperor is no match for him." The sect master of the Antelope Sect knitted her swordlike brows, already planning how to help Spirit Hall regain its dignity. After all, her Antelope Sect had always hoped to be chosen as one of the Seven Great Sects.
Yang Qingwu, the sect master of the Antelope Sect, was a graceful, beautiful mature woman with swordlike brows, red lips, and a sharply defined oval face. Her brown leather armor showed off her voluptuous figure perfectly. She was also a career-minded, strong woman who could give up everything for her sect, including herself.
Beside her, Huyan Zhen sighed deeply. "The Emperor is still too young. His judgment isn't quite..."
Before he could finish, a terrifying Soul Power fluctuation radiated from Lin Chen in the center of the hall. The white silhouette of a sword appeared behind him, and four Soul Rings slowly took shape around him...
Yellow, yellow, purple, red!
"This..." Both of them stood rooted to the spot, their expressions freezing.
"Red... a red Soul Ring?!"
"How is that possible?!"
"Throughout the history of Douluo Continent, there have been countless people of stunning talent, but no one has ever absorbed a red Soul Ring at the Soul Ancestor level!"
"Could it be fake?"
Compared with Lin Chen's Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, his Soul King-level Soul Power was rather overlooked.
"No, that's not right. His Soul Power fluctuation is definitely beyond the Soul Ancestor level. He's at least level fifty!"
"How is that possible?! When we saw him two days ago, he was still level thirty-nine. In just a few days, even if he used the time he spent taking a shit to cultivate, he couldn't have broken through to Soul King so quickly!"
In the seat of honor,
A strange look flashed through Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes, and she thought, This boy really is extraordinary. Hmph! I never imagined he'd managed to fool even me!
"This... this is impossible?!" Yu Tianxin's confidence took a heavy blow, and he cried out, "Fake! That Soul Ring of yours must be fake. I'll beat you back to your true form!"
"Third Soul Skill, Dragon's Wrath!"
Dragon's Wrath could send a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master into a berserk state, at least doubling their attack power. Its power was extraordinary.
Lin Chen dismissed it with contempt and waved his hand. "First Soul Skill, Startling Swan!"
A white Soul Sword instantly stabbed toward the charging Yu Tianxin.
Bang!
"Aaagh..."
Yu Tianxin screamed and was sent flying backward. His Dragon Transformation ended with it; he couldn't even withstand one of Lin Chen's blows.
"What a fast Soul Skill!"
"What powerful Soul Power!"
"Lin Chen's Soul Power is already inferior to that of an ordinary Soul Emperor. How is that possible?!"
The Soul Masters in the hall were shocked, especially the Spirit Hall disciples who had known Lin Chen before.
"Heh..." Lin Chen sneered. "You kept clamoring to challenge me, and that's all you've got? Or are all the Soul Masters of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan this useless?"
As an outstanding third-generation disciple of the Upper Three Sects, Yu Tianxin had rarely suffered such humiliation. He immediately lost his senses:
"You're the good-for-nothing! You're nothing but a useless Spirit Hall disciple. What gives you the right to be so arrogant? I'm going to kill you!"
"Fourth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Rush!"
Crack...
A blue lightning dragon about a zhang long rushed toward Lin Chen, while Lin Chen stood in the center of the hall, neither dodging nor evading.
"Why isn't Lin Chen moving?!"
"Could he have been scared stupid?" someone said with a jealous sneer.
Yang Qingwu, the sect master of the Antelope Sect, knitted her swordlike brows. "What is the Emperor doing?"
Huyan Zhen's expression was grave. "This strike is one of the strongest Soul Skills of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master. Even a Soul Ancestor of my Elephant Armor Sect cannot withstand it head-on!"
The Elephant Armor Sect had always been known for its defense. The fact that Huyan Zhen himself would say such a thing was enough to show the offensive might of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Master.