She knew all too well how terrifying Yu Tianheng was; his ferocity was ingrained in his very bones.
Back in the Slaughter City, she witnessed his bloody battle: with his Martial Soul suppressed and his Soul Skill unable to be used, Yu Tianheng, relying solely on his physical strength and the Thunder talent in his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline, tore apart a Ten Headed Fierce Yang Serpent whose strength was comparable to Soul Douluo.
The splattered blood and the undisguised ferocity in his eyes are still vividly etched in her memory.
Although Yan was already a level 61 Soul Emperor, and the explosive power of his Flame Lord Martial Soul was not to be underestimated, Hu Liena could almost foresee Yan being overwhelmed by Yu Tianheng Yu Tianheng they faced each other.
His meager flames were utterly insignificant compared to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's domineering Thunder.
But Hu Liena's obstruction took on a different meaning in Yan's eyes.
He stared at her back as she stood in front of Yu Tianheng, his heart aching as if burned by fire—she was actually blocking his way for this young man from the Blue Lightning Clan?
The humiliation of losing to Yu Tianheng five years ago surged into his mind instantly, mixed with his possessiveness towards Hu Liena, causing him to lose all reason.
"Calm down?" Yan took a sudden step forward, the ground beneath his feet sizzling from the intense heat of his Soul Power. " Nana, what right do you have to stop me? Just because he's Yu Tianheng?" His bloodshot eyes were fixed on Yu Tianheng, his jealousy practically overflowing. "Or do you think I'm not even as good as him?"
" Yu Tianheng," Yan suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the other's nose, unleashing his level 61 Soul Power without reservation, the scorching air waves causing the surrounding tent fabric to flutter loudly.
"Stop hiding behind a woman and playing dead! You beat me five years ago by luck, but do you dare to fight me fair and square today? I want to see if you're really stronger than me!"
He deliberately emphasized the phrase "hiding behind a woman," both to provoke Yu Tianheng and to vent his dissatisfaction with Hu Liena.
In his view, Hu Liena's defense of him was a denial of him, and this humiliation had to be washed away by Yu Tianheng's crushing defeat.
Upon hearing this, Yu Tianheng merely glanced at Yan with disdain. How dare a minor character speak so arrogantly to him? He truly had no sense of mortality.
Yu Tianheng couldn't even be bothered to look at this kind of person.
In Yan's eyes, this meant that Yu Tianheng was afraid of him.
He continued his provocation, " Yu Tianheng, don't think you can act tough just because you're called the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon! If you've got the guts, fight me one-on-one, don't stick to Nana like a leech!"
Hu Liena was dissatisfied and was about to raise her fingertips when her wrist was grabbed by a slightly cool hand.
Yu Tianheng sidestepped her, pulling her back half a step. His dark robes swept across the ground, creating a gust of wind, and the coldness in his eyes almost solidified into icicles. He sneered, his eyes brimming with undisguised contempt, "Since you're so eager to fight, then I'll oblige."
"You said it yourself!" Yan exploded like a firecracker, his Sixth Soul Ring suddenly erupting with a jet-black light, the scorching air instantly scattering the surrounding fallen leaves, " Sixth Soul Skill - Mad Lion Lie Yan!"
The scorching flames instantly solidified into the phantom of Lion in his palm, its mane billowing and spewing sparks, its claws not yet fully extended, yet it was poised to pounce with the force to scorch mountains and boil seas.
Just then, a deep blue aura of Soul Power suddenly exploded around Yu Tianheng, and the terrifying pressure of his level 70 Soul Power, like an invisible mountain, pressed down on him with the force of Thunderous Might.
"Pfft--" Yan felt his internal organs tremble. The Soul Skill he had half-condensed instantly collapsed. His legs went weak and he knelt straight down on the ground, his knees hitting the stone with a heavy thud. He propped himself up on the ground and looked up, his face full of disbelief and astonishment. He even forgot to wipe the blood that had spilled from the corner of his lips.
Yu Tianheng looked down at him, his voice as cold as ice. "At just over level sixty, you dare to act tough in front of me?"
"That's truly overestimating oneself!"
Yan suddenly looked up, the veins on his forehead throbbing, the flame in his eyes completely extinguished by astonishment.
He stared intently at Yu Tianheng Yu Tianheng, sensing the level 70 Soul Power emanating from him, his lips trembling as he couldn't utter a word—he clearly remembered that several years ago, during the All-Continent Soul Master Tournament, his opponent was only a level 50-something Soul King, how could he have broken through to Soul Saint in such a short time?
What's even more terrifying is that the intensity of this Soul Power pressure far exceeds that of an ordinary level 70 Soul Master. The aftershocks alone interrupted his Sixth Soul Skill. This kind of strength is so terrifying that it's almost a joke!
Hu Liena stood behind Yu Tianheng, looking at Yan's horrified expression, her own expression equally shocked.
Just as Yu Tianheng's Soul Power pressure was still pressing down on Yan like Mount Tai, and the latter's forehead veins were bulging as he was about to lose his balance, a figure carrying the faint fragrance of chrysanthemums silently landed between the two.
"Let's stop here." Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was as gentle as if wrapped in cotton, but the golden light flashing in his narrow eyes made the stagnant pressure in the air ease slightly.
A shimmering golden chrysanthemum appeared in his hand without his noticing. Its petals trembled slightly, managing to deflect Yu Tianheng's dissipating Soul Power by half a foot. "We're all young people; it's inevitable that we're hot-tempered. It would be better to ruin our harmony."
He turned to the side, seemingly casually standing in front of Yan, his wide sleeves just covering Yan's flushed face. Although he didn't say it explicitly, his posture was clearly one of protection.
Yu Tianheng frowned slightly, and the electric light at his fingertips dimmed.
He glanced at the chrysanthemum in Chrysanthemum Douluo's hand, which was emitting strange Soul Power fluctuations, and finally restrained the pressure around him—there was no need to tear off the mask of civility for a Titled Douluo over a mere Yan.
Yan was suddenly relieved of the heavy pressure, and his legs went weak, almost causing him to collapse to the ground. Chrysanthemum Douluo helped him up with his Soul Power without making a sound, and he was able to stand up with difficulty.
He watched Chrysanthemum Douluo's retreating figure, his shock and anger gradually replaced by shame and indignation, but he dared not make a move.
In the Soul Master World, strength is paramount. If your skills are inferior and you can't defeat others, then there's nothing more to say.
Yan was still very unwilling. In the five years since the end of the Martial Soul Tournament, he had worked hard to cultivate, hoping to defeat Yu Tianheng one day and avenge his humiliation. But now he found that he was no match for Yu Tianheng at all. He couldn't even withstand the pressure of Yu Tianheng's Soul Power, let alone fight him.
After giving Yan a little lesson, Yu Tianheng followed Hu Liena deeper into the camp. This time, no one dared to stop him.
Yan knelt on the ground, his palms bleeding from the rubble, and his meridians, which had been injured by the pressure of the Soul Power, were still throbbing.
He gritted his teeth, staring resentfully in the direction Yu Tianheng had left, his breath ragged and sizzling.
A hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy, but with a familiar steadiness.
The visitor was Xie Yue.