Thunder Dragon's Roar

Bloodstains littered the ground, the forest was silent.

The Dragon Bone Spear Soul Ancestor stood with his spear in hand, his Soul Power almost completely exhausted, yet he still locked his gaze firmly ahead, his remaining eyes filled with a desperate ferocity. Not far away, Zhou Kuang, whose carapace had shattered and who was critically injured and on the verge of death, struggled to prop himself up on one side, blood gushing from his mouth, using his last bit of strength to try to get up and join the encirclement.

All four were exhausted, but even with only a breath left, they never gave up the fight.

This is the ferocity of the Four-Ring Soul Ancestor, and also the most insane obsession in desperate situations—a fight to the death.

But they ultimately underestimated the boy before them.

They underestimated his madness, and even more so, they underestimated his incredible resilience and ability to rise above adversity and grow stronger with each battle.

Bai Yushan slowly raised his head, supporting his broken body. His messy black hair was covered in blood and clung to his pale, delicate face. His wounds were gruesome and terrifying, and blood soaked through his white clothes, dripping down the hem and forming shallow puddles on the ground.

But his back remained ramrod straight, like a solitary peak that withstands wind and snow.

The next moment, a deafening roar, "Yay--!" suddenly exploded out!

The boy puffed out his chest and roared angrily, his voice shaking the mountains and forests, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to fall in a rustling sound!

The raging electric current within his body could no longer be suppressed, and it exploded with a deafening roar!

The current surged again!

His body seemed to transform into an endlessly running high-pressure lightning pump, with every meridian, flesh, and cell in his body trembling violently.

The blood, which had been flowing sluggishly, broke free from the shackles of the injury under the impetus of the violent lightning, surging and circulating wildly throughout the body like a rushing river.

Within his chest and lungs, a massive amount of lightning power frantically accumulated, compressed, and condensed, and the extreme aura of lightning swept across the entire wilderness, causing the air to distort slightly from the intense heat of the lightning.

Endless lightning power lingered in his chest, pressing down on the entire mountain forest, making the wind stagnate and the Soul Power deathly silent.

Bai Yushan's eyes were bloodshot, his madness reaching its peak. He gritted his teeth and unleashed a deafening roar that shook the heavens and earth:

"The Thunder Dragon's... Roar!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a thunderclap struck!

The massive amount of lightning power that had been accumulating in his lungs erupted forth without reservation!

A dazzling golden bolt of lightning, over ten feet thick, roared out of his mouth! The lightning was intense and dazzling, as if a sleeping thunder dragon had suddenly awakened, raising its head and roaring, carrying a violent Impact that could destroy the world, sweeping across the entire battlefield!

There are no fancy moves, no unnecessary variations, only pure and extreme high-pressure destructive power.

The Dragon Bone Spear Soul Ancestor in front didn't even have time to show a trace of fear before his body was instantly swallowed up by the golden lightning.

The sturdy soul-guided spear, the thick Soul Power barrier, and the body and bones tempered over many years were all reduced to thin paper and dust in an instant before the high-pressure lightning compressed into bolts of lightning.

The lightning swept across, its power unmatched.

Not far away, Zhou Kuang, who was struggling to get up, the Silver Moon Wolf Soul Ancestor who was seriously injured and paralyzed, and the Gale Sword Soul Ancestor who was almost dead were all enveloped by this terrifying Impact of the thunder dragon.

Zzzzz--BOOM!!!

An intense explosion of lightning resounded through the mountains and fields, and a dazzling golden light engulfed all figures, afterimages, and remains.

Smoke billowed and heatwaves raged.

After the lightning subsided and the light faded, the entire clearing in the forest was completely empty.

The four Four-Ring Soul Ancestor fought desperately and dominated the area have completely vanished without a trace. Not even a fragment of bone or a piece of clothing was left behind. They were all blasted into scattered black ash by the violent lightning, drifting away with the wind, and their lives and souls were completely extinguished.

In one battle, the Four Soul Ancestor was completely annihilated.

The decisive victory brought the game to a close, and the dust settled.

Bai Yushan, who had unleashed this deadly strike, could no longer sustain his overexerted body.

The lightning around his body suddenly subsided, the violent current completely exhausting all his potential. The extreme trauma to his bones, meridians, and flesh instantly backfired, and a feeling of exhaustion and dizziness swept over his mind.

His tall figure staggered slightly, his legs gave way, and he could no longer stand.

With a thud.

The blood-soaked boy collapsed to his knees in the warm pool of blood and charred dust.

A cold wind swept through the forest, ruffling his disheveled black hair and his tattered, blood-stained white clothes.

He lowered his head slightly, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath. His pale skin was drained of color, and blood still seeped from his wounds, yet it could not conceal the indomitable, defiant, and wild spirit of youth.

Morning light streamed obliquely through the glass windows of the training ground for Class Zero at the Eastsea Academy, spreading across the smooth bluestone floor and creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Today was the regular group sparring day for Class Zero. The other five students had all arrived and stood in line, their breathing steady. The only one missing was the most unconventional, the most unrestrained, and the most unforgettable figure— Bai Yushan.

From the time he failed to return to school last night until the dawn of this morning, no one knew where Bai Yushan had gone all night.

At first, everyone assumed that he was just a carefree and undisciplined person who was wandering around late at night and would return to school late, and that he would naturally appear at dawn. However, as the morning sparring session was about to begin, the training ground remained empty, and the tall and slender figure of that young man never appeared.

Wu Changkong stood at the front of the training ground, dressed in white, his figure aloof and solitary, his brows and eyes indifferent and cold, yet a hint of gravity was hidden in his eyes. Every student in Class Zero was exceptionally talented and resilient, and no one had ever missed a group training session without a reason. Bai Yushan's unusual behavior was by no means unintentional.

Moreover, although Bai Yushan may seem like a troublemaker, Wu Changkong trusts him in keeping his promises. Since they agreed to spar with Class Zero, Bai Yushan would definitely not be absent.

The atmosphere gradually quieted down. The other trainees looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt and unease. Only Gu Yue, who stood at the far side of the group, felt her unease surging like a tide, growing stronger and stronger, almost overwhelming her.

She knows Bai Yushan too well.

That seemingly lazy, unrestrained, and wild boy with a hint of madness and wildness in his eyes, who seemed to disregard all rules and etiquette, actually valued his own rhythm and cultivation to the extreme. Even though he acted recklessly in his daily life, he would never deny the promises he had made.

In particular, being able to Wu Changkong, the strongest student at the Eastsea Academy, is crucial for practical combat experience and skill improvement. He always cherishes time and would never waste it.

Not returning home all night and absent this morning—everything about this seems strange.

Gu Yue's long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders. Dressed in white, she had a slender figure and an aloof, otherworldly air. Although her features were delicate and refined, not stunningly beautiful, she possessed an extraordinary, ethereal charm that transcended the mundane. When she stood still, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. Her clear black eyes lowered slightly, concealing the myriad thoughts churning within them, her premonition growing increasingly ominous.

If someone is absent without a reason, it means something has happened.

And it's by no means a trivial matter.