A low shout, like a thunderclap, swept over, but Yu Yuanzhen did not move, merely raising his arms casually.
With a thrust of his left palm, purple-gold Thunder condensed into a roaring dragon head in his palm, colliding fiercely with Qian Jun Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff. With a loud "boom," Qian Jun Douluo was struck as if by a heavy blow, and was pushed back by this immense force, sliding a full hundred feet before barely managing to steady himself, a trace of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth.
At the same time, Yu Yuanzhen lightly waved his right palm, the seemingly slow movement carrying an irresistible dragon's might, and a bolt of Thunder, condensed to the extreme, slashed out horizontally.
Before the phoenix shadow of the Spirit Luan Douluo could even get close, it was struck by the Thunder bolt. Its seven-colored feathers flew everywhere, and the spirit phoenix itself groaned as it was also thrown back a hundred feet before staggering to the ground. Its eyes were filled with horror as it looked at Yu Yuanzhen.
With just two moves, without even using any Soul Skill, he simultaneously knocked two Titled Douluo back a hundred feet.
The battlefield fell into a deathly silence. All eyes were focused on the figure standing proudly in the center, and even the air seemed to freeze under the dragon's might.
Before the surging Thunder around Yu Yuanzhen had subsided, the dragon's might belonging to a top-tier Titled Douluo pressed down on the entire battlefield as if it were a tangible force.
The Demon Subduing Douluo tightened his grip on the Coiling Dragon Staff, the ruthlessness he had displayed when suppressing Dugu Bo vanished. He exchanged a glance with the Snake Lance Douluo beside him, and the two retreated almost simultaneously. The sharp sound of the dark green poisonous mist colliding with metal instantly disappeared.
On the other side, Ghost Leopard Douluo, who was entangled with Yu Tianheng, suddenly stopped, Porcupinefish Douluo also withdrew his poisonous thorns. The two figures retreated without hesitation towards the formation of the Spirit Hall army. The two battle circles that were just locked in a stalemate instantly created a vacuum zone.
Yu Tianheng's face was still stained with blood. He staggered a couple of steps and consciously stood behind Yu Yuanzhen, standing side by side with Dugu Bo, who had also taken over the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Avatar.
Dugu Bo raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. When he looked at Yu Yuanzhen's back, a complicated look flashed in his eyes. This patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon seemed to have taken another step forward in strength after absorbing the Head Soul Bone of 100,000 years. Even he could not tell how strong Yu Yuanzhen was at this moment!
The four Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall have retreated to their own camp, forming a pincer movement with Qian Jun and Spirit Luan, their eyes all fixed on Yu Yuanzhen.
Meanwhile, three powerful members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stood in a triangular formation in the center of the battlefield, with purple-gold Thunder slowly flowing in Yu Yuanzhen's palm, silently announcing that the real duel had only just begun.
Yu Yuanzhen slowly turned around, his purplish-gold eyes sweeping over the two still panting behind him. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, as if bearing the weight of Thunder: " Tian Heng, Dugu Bo, step back. Leave this to me."
Dugu Bo's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but the determination in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes stopped him. He could only grit his teeth and nod, exchange a glance with Yu Tianheng, and slowly back away.
"Arrogant!"
An uproar erupted within the Spirit Hall's ranks. The veins on the Qian Jun Douluo's hand, gripping his heavy hammer, bulged as he roared, " Yu Yuanzhen, who do you think you are? Do you really think that just because you've broken through to the peak of the Titled Douluo, you can fight all six of us alone?"
The Demon Subduing Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff slammed into the ground with a dull thud, his eyes filled with mockery. " The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is truly doomed; even the patriarch has lost his mind! Six against one, you won't even have a chance to struggle!"
The Snake Lance Douluo pointed his serpentine spear at Yu Yuanzhen, his tone sinister. "Don't even mention you, even if the Clear Sky Douluo of yesteryear were here, he wouldn't dare say such a thing. Today, I'll show you what true despair is!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo's afterimage flickered before the formation, shrilly. "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup! Since you want to die quickly, we'll grant your wish!"
The Porcupinefish Douluo gleamed with a ghostly light, while the Ci Xue Douluo licked his lips, his six pairs of eyes burning with anger and contempt, as if looking at a madman who didn't know his own death.
In their view, Yu Yuanzhen's words were the greatest insult to the Spirit Hall's experts.
Yu Yuanzhen seemed not to hear these angry rebukes. He simply turned around slowly, and his purple-gold dragon might rose again, dyeing the surrounding air the color of lightning.
He looked at the six people opposite him, a cold smile curving his lips—the purest pride of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Yu Yuanzhen didn't bother to say another word, and the purple-gold Thunder around his body suddenly surged!
"Roar--!"
A deafening dragon roar erupted from his throat, and dragon scales instantly covered his entire body. Behind him, a faint phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, capable of blotting out the sky, appeared.
The next second, his figure transformed into a streak of purple-gold lightning, ignoring the formation of the six members of the Spirit Hall, and fiercely charged into the center of the camp!
Just as Qian Jun Douluo was about to bring down his Coiling Dragon Staff, Yu Yuanzhen reached out and grabbed the handle. The violent Thunder surged into his body along the shaft of the hammer. Qian Jun felt his arm go numb and his tiger's mouth split open. The Coiling Dragon Staff was snatched away from him!
The Demon Subduing Douluo's Coiling Dragon Staff swept in with immense force, but Yu Yuanzhen casually flicked it with his other hand, causing the staff to bend instantly. The enormous recoil force forced him to retreat repeatedly, his blood surging.
The Snake Lance Douluo thrust his spear toward Yu Yuanzhen's back, but the Golden Body suddenly spun around, and the phantom of the dragon tail swept out, snapping the Snake Lance out of his hand with a "crack," and the Snake Lance Douluo himself was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.
Just as Ghost Leopard Douluo's afterimage reached Yu Yuanzhen, it was enveloped by a suddenly exploding net of Thunder. With a shrill scream, the afterimage instantly solidified, and the charred body of the afterimage crashed to the ground.
Before the Porcupinefish Douluo could even spit out venom from his swollen body, Yu Yuanzhen pointed a finger at his brow, and purple-gold lightning instantly surged in, causing him to slump down like a deflated balloon.
The wind blade of the Spirit Luan Douluo had just taken shape when Yu Yuanzhen shattered it with a backhand palm strike. The immense force caused her sternum to collapse, and she was sent flying backward into the Spirit Hall army behind her.
In the blink of an eye, six exchanges!
As the purple-gold lightning subsided slightly, Yu Yuanzhen stood proudly on the spot, while the six Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall had all fallen to the ground, some spitting blood, others breathing heavily.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
The two sides watching from afar stared wide-eyed, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing—a Titled Douluo had actually defeated six other experts of the same level in a single exchange? This kind of power had exceeded everyone's understanding of Soul Master!
Just what level has Yu Yuanzhen reached? How could he be so powerful!
Yu Yuanzhen stood in the void with his hands behind his back, flicked his wrists without any ripples, as if he had merely brushed off some dust.
Then, Yu Yuanzhen's gaze swept over the six Titled Douluo who were sprawled on the ground, and then fell on the eight thousand elite Soul Master of the Spirit Hall who were arrayed in neat rows behind him. His purple-gold dragon eyes surged with cold killing intent.