After that exchange,
Yu Tianming stared at Xiao Yan in disbelief. The latter had actually held his own against him with only level twenty-six Soul Power!?
He was the wielder of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul!
The young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!
He had always swept through every obstacle, breaking through anything in his path.
Yet now, a twelve-year-old child had stopped him!
Of course, that was only Yu Tianheng's assumption!
If he learned that Xiao Yan was only eight, he would probably cough up blood.
"Old Yu, is that your own son or your own grandson!?" Xiao Yan looked at Yu Tianming.
"My nephew," Yu Tianming replied helplessly.
Xiao Yan curled his lip. "That was such a sneaky move, I thought he was your grandson."
A streak of purple lightning flashed across Yu Tianheng's arm. Lightning flickered, thunder crackled incessantly, and his fury was plain to see. He looked like a tyrant dragon in human form.
Yu Tianheng's face darkened. "Who are you calling a grandson!?" he said coldly.
"You, my good grandson!" Xiao Yan shot back.
He sprang forward and hurled a punch at Yu Tianheng.
The light of his fist blazed like a rainbow, its flames fierce.
It was a brilliant blaze, molten lava.
"First you offered your hand in friendship, then you ambushed me halfway through. If you're not a grandson, who is!?"
Yu Tianheng snorted. His right hand instantly transformed into a dragon claw, lightning coiling around it as he threw a punch of his own!
Boom!
Lightning and fire exploded!
Thick smoke billowed,
The two were evenly matched, each retreating to one side.
Xiao Yan glanced at his charred fist and raised an eyebrow. "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!? My good grandson really is pretty strong."
Dark lines appeared on Old Yu's face.
By calling Yu Tianheng his grandson, Xiao Yan had dragged Old Yu down a generation as well.
"What kind of Martial Soul is that? It actually withstood the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's attack!?" Yu Tianheng was stunned.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was one of the strongest among Power Attack System beast Soul Masters, yet now it seemed to have met its match.
"Is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon really that strong?"
"Looks like you're tired of living!" Yu Tianheng snorted.
Three Soul Rings appeared in succession, two yellow and one purple. His surging Soul Power was a few degrees stronger than Dugu Yan's, and the phantom of a blue tyrant dragon flickered in and out of sight. Yu Tianheng released his Martial Soul, lightning flashing from it as he stood there as though no one could rival him.
"Whatever the outcome on the competition stage, the fact remains that you hurt Yanyan. I'm going to restore her honor, and show you the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's true strength!" Yu Tianheng said.
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why all the nonsense!?" Xiao Yan sneered.
He had to admit that Yu Tianheng was strong, but if they really fought, what did this guy amount to!?
Seeing the two poised for a fight, Yu Tianming hurried over to smooth things out.
"Xiao Yan is a good brother of mine, a friend despite our age difference. Tian Heng, that's enough." Yu Tianming stepped in front of Yu Tianheng. The lightning around him grew even stronger, forcibly driving Yu Tianheng's Martial Soul back.
"Besides, Dugu Yan lost because her skills weren't good enough. Who can she blame for that!? If you're trying to play the young hero and act out some scene of a hero saving a beauty, then I suggest you stop while you're ahead!"
Yu Tianming's voice was forceful, and the mood instantly turned tense.
Yu Tianheng glanced at Xiao Yan, then stared at Yu Tianming. "Uncle, you're actually lecturing me for an outsider's sake!?"
"If you still acknowledge me as your uncle," Yu Tianming said calmly.
"Hmph!"
Yu Tianheng tossed his head and turned to leave, meeting Dugu Yan as she departed dejectedly.
Just as the two were about to leave, he suddenly turned his head and laughed, his face full of mockery. "Back then, you were dissatisfied with the clan and left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Now you're even willing to lecture your own nephew for an outsider. How laughable!"
With that, Yu Tianheng disappeared from sight.
A trace of dejection appeared on Yu Tianming's face.
Xiao Yan patted Old Yu on the shoulder and blinked. "Did I cause you trouble!?"
"If doing the right thing causes trouble, then what does that kind of trouble amount to!?" Yu Tianming shook his head.
"Those fellows from the direct line are always so full of themselves, always doing things their own way. The slightest thing that doesn't go their way seems to strike at their vital point. It's sickening."
Xiao Yan murmured, "Is that why you left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon!?"
"Maybe," Yu Tianming murmured.
Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the room.
They were moving quickly, but a careful listen revealed that they were all ordinary people.
"Xiao Yan's inside. Hurry up and interview him. I've already thought of tomorrow's newspaper headline!"
"Brother Xiao Yan, here I come!"
"Looks like you're famous," Yu Tianming teased.
Xiao Yan's eyes widened. "It was just one match. Surely it's not that big a deal!?"
"You defeated the genius girl Dugu Yan, your Second Soul Ring is purple, at the thousand-year level, and you're level twenty-six at twelve years old. Every one of those claims is enough for those unscrupulous reporters to fill an entire newspaper."
The two immediately decided to make themselves scarce.
As they emerged from the intermediate Soul Master arena one after the other, many people crowded around, hoping to interview Xiao Yan up close and make his acquaintance, but the Spirit Hall subordinates Cang Lin had sent stopped every one of them.
"Xiao Yan!"
A blond youth rushed over. His mismatched eyes were so distinctive that Xiao Yan recognized their owner at once.
Dai Mubai!
Several Spirit Hall deacons kept everyone out, allowing no one through. Dai Mubai was no exception.
Xiao Yan raised an eyebrow slightly but said nothing.
"I challenge you! You only beat Dugu Yan. I can do that too!" Dai Mubai roared, declaring that he wanted to challenge Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan smiled.
He had not expected this guy to be such a battle maniac.
His Second Soul Ring had presumably taken the guy by surprise.
"If those fellows knew your First Soul Ring came from the Ice Dragon King and the Fire Dragon King, their jaws would probably drop off in shock," Xiao Huo said with a curl of her lip. She thoroughly disdained the Thousand-Year Soul Rings that ordinary people regarded as treasures.
In Xiao Huo's words, only a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring was worthy.
Yao Lao chuckled. "We gained a lot tonight. Not only did we test your true combat strength as it stands now, Xiao Yan, we also confirmed the strength of this world's so-called geniuses."
Once they left the intermediate Soul Master arena, both of them felt a wave of relief. Spirit Hall was some distance away, but that was nothing to Soul Masters. They arrived in just a minute.
The Spirit Hall deacons accompanying them also breathed a sigh of relief.
"What are your plans next?" Yu Tianming asked.
Having stunned the entire crowd on his debut, Xiao Yan was now a popular figure in the intermediate arena.
Xiao Yan smiled. "What else can I do? Cultivate."
Glancing at his right hand, which held his Ultimate Fire Martial Soul, Xiao Yan said with some regret, "I couldn't even suppress Yun Tian Heng before he released his Soul Skill. Looks like I'm still too weak."
Dark lines appeared on Yu Tianming's face.
Without using a Soul Skill
Suppress him!?
Did he freaking think he was the protagonist of a wish-fulfillment novel!?
Yu Tianming hesitated, but still asked, "If you counted all your Soul Skills and Soul Power, could you really defeat Yu Tianheng!?"
Xiao Yan rolled his eyes.
He looked at him as though he were an idiot.
"How many moves would you need?" Yu Tianming swallowed.
Xiao Yan raised one finger with a perfectly serious expression!
"Fuck."
(End of chapter)