"You all," his voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying a metallic, scraping quality, "Leave now. This matter ends here."
After a pause, the voice suddenly turned fierce, like Thunder thunderclap. "Otherwise, leave no one alive!"
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying aura belonging to a level 99 Peak Douluo suddenly erupted from Yu Yuanzhen's body!
That wasn't just simple Soul Power pressure, but a domain mixed with the aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and the ultimate power of Thunder, like an invisible mountain that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.
"Thump--Thump--"
A series of muffled thuds rang out. Among the eight thousand elite Soul Master, those Soul Master Soul Power below level sixty were almost powerless to resist. They were immediately pressed to the ground, their limbs convulsing, and they didn't even have the strength to lift their heads.
Even a Soul Douluo- level powerhouse turned pale, his knees trembling uncontrollably, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
The six Titled Douluo on the ground felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
That aura was like a tangible shackle, gripping their minds tightly and making it difficult for them to even breathe.
Qian Jun Douluo clutched his chest, feeling his internal organs tremble; Demon Subduing Douluo stared at Yu Yuanzhen figure, his eyes filled with horror that outweighed his pain—this aura... why did it feel so familiar?
Not only him, but Qian Jun Douluo also suddenly remembered something, and his pupils contracted sharply.
It was a kind of pressure that surpassed all Titled Douluo, an absolute power that could change the color of heaven and earth. Apart from the reclusive Judgment Elder of the Spirit Hall and Qian Daoliu, the first Great Enshrined of the Worship Hall, they had never felt it from anyone else!
Qian Daoliu is now a level 99 Titled Douluo.
The aura that Yu Yuanzhen is currently emanating is similar to his, which means that Yu Yuanzhen has also reached level 99!
"This... how is this possible..." Ci Xue Douluo gasped for breath, his voice filled with disbelief and fear.
Yu Yuanzhen stood with his hands behind his back, purple-gold Thunder slowly flowing around him. His domineering aura plunged the entire battlefield into a deathly silence.
To retreat or not to retreat became a life-or-death decision hanging over the heads of everyone in the Spirit Hall.
Qian Jun Douluo stared intently at the terrifying pressure emanating from Yu Yuanzhen, which was almost tangible, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently twice.
As the leader of this operation, he understood the current situation better than anyone else—it wasn't a desperate situation where they could fight to the death, but a hopeless predicament with no chance of winning.
"Withdraw!"
A single word was squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an undeniable resolve.
The Qian Jun Douluo forced himself to stand up, ignoring the surging blood and qi within him, and shouted, "Everyone, retreat immediately!"
The surrounding Spirit Hall Soul Master were all stunned, and even the few Titled Douluo struggling on the ground showed astonishment.
But the solemnity in Qian Jun Douluo's eyes left no room for doubt, and he repeated sharply, "Don't you understand? Retreat!"
The group then snapped out of their daze, hurriedly helped their injured companion up, and retreated in a panic.
Qian Jun Douluo covered the rear, and before leaving, he took one last deep look at Yu Yuanzhen. His eyes held apprehension, resentment, and, more than anything, fear of Yu Yuanzhen's terrifying strength.
Yu Yuanzhen's power far exceeded their comprehension; it was an absolute power capable of crushing those of the same level.
Let alone those six injured Titled Douluo, even if we doubled the manpower, it would probably only result in more deaths. Only by preserving their lives can they have further plans.
More importantly, the news that Yu Yuanzhen had broken through to the peak of level 99 must be sent back to the Spirit Hall immediately.
His Holiness the Pope and the Great Enshrined need to know that another being has emerged on this continent, one capable of shaking the very foundations of the Spirit Hall. This Thunder is already hanging over the Spirit Hall's head.
After everyone had left, Qian Jun Douluo turned to leave as well. Suddenly, a chilling voice came from behind him, like a thunderclap in his ears.
"Stop."
Qian Jun Douluo froze, slowly turning his head to meet Yu Yuanzhen's eyes burning with purple-gold Thunder.
Yu Yuanzhen stood with his hands behind his back, his dragon aura not yet fully subsided, each word as sharp as ice. "It is impolite not to reciprocate." He paused, his gaze like lightning, piercing through layers of void, as if shooting straight into the depths of the Spirit Hall, "Go back and tell Bibi Dong."
"I will soon be personally visiting the Spirit Hall," the voice suddenly rose, carrying a deafening dragon's roar, "To demand an explanation from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and from all the Soul Master under heaven!"
As the last three words fell, the surrounding air seemed to vibrate and buzz.
Qian Jun Douluo's expression changed drastically. Looking at the unwavering determination in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, he was speechless for a moment.
He knew that these words were no exaggeration—this level 99 peak Thunder Douluo was truly enraged.
Gritting his teeth, Qian Jun Douluo dared not say another word, quickened his pace, and almost fled in panic.
That declaration of "personally visiting the Spirit Hall " weighed heavily on his heart like an invisible shackle.
As the Spirit Hall army gradually disappeared from sight, the battlefield finally fell completely silent.
Yu Yuanzhen stood in the void, gazing into the distance, his purple-gold eyes concealing a heaviness that no one could understand.
After Yu Yuanzhen landed on the ground.
The members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan looked at Yu Yuanzhen, their pent-up fear and despair completely dispelled by ecstasy.
Some people knelt down in excitement, some embraced each other in joy at the reunion, and many more raised their heads and roared with all their might:
"Long live the clan leader!!"
"The clan leader is mighty!!"
The shouts shook the cliff face, causing rocks to fall in a flurry, and even the lingering thunder in the air seemed to resonate with them.
The elders' hands trembled as they stroked their beards. Looking at Yu Yuanzhen's even more unfathomable aura than before his seclusion, tears welled up in their cloudy eyes. The teenagers broke free from their parents' hands, raised their fists, jumped and shouted, their clear voices filled with admiration for the hero.
Yu Yuanzhen raised his hand and pressed down, calming the crowd's excitement. Looking at the boiling crowd of his people and listening to the thunderous shouts, a hint of warmth appeared in his usually calm eyes—this "Long live the Emperor" was a sign of trust, but also a responsibility he had to protect.
Subsequently, Yu Yuanzhen ordered his son Yu Xiaolong to appease the clansmen, while he, Dugu Bo, and Yu Tianheng discussed how to deal with the Spirit Hall.
Inside the council chamber of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Yu Yuanzhen sat upright in the main seat, and the oppressive aura emanating from him seemed to solidify the air.
To his left sat Yu Tianheng, his young face bearing a solemnity beyond his years; to his right sat Dugu Bo, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his emerald green pupils concealing his usual arrogance.
" The Spirit Hall has clearly disregarded my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan by abandoning all pretense of civility this time," Yu Yuanzhen spoke first, his voice not loud, but carrying the weight of Thunder. "But they've miscalculated—my goal this time is not merely to refine the Head Soul Bone of that Sky Azure Bull Python."