Chapter 12 Golden Thunder Suppresses Yu Yuanzhen, the Might of the Thunder God Shocks All!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has existed for a thousand years, and every member places the clan's dignity first.
Moreover, Yu Yuanzhen is the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. His second-in-command was killed right before his eyes.
If the Lord of the Holy Court still doesn't intervene, he will surely kill the man before him.
Yu Yuanzhen frowned and said, "Young man, state your name."
Lei Yi spoke indifferently, "Lei Yi, bestowed the title of Thunder God by the Holy Lord."
Within this Holy Court, the titles of the nine Title Douluo were all bestowed by Jiang Che.
For Lei Yi and the others, this was an unparalleled honor.
His voice remained calm, but the expressions of those present varied.
A casual move unleashed a sky full of lightning, easily annihilating a Soul Douluo; he truly deserved the title of Thunder God.
Upon hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen's anger intensified, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.
"Very well, a Thunder God Douluo indeed! Today, this old man will have to learn from you!"
With that, he stirred his thoughts, his aura surging once more, the blue lightning crackling even brighter.
Under everyone's gaze, Yu Yuanzhen's body transformed.
A pair of dragon wings unfurled from his back, shimmering with cold lightning, and his arms swelled to twice their original size, dragon scales appearing and transforming into dragon claws.
What Yu Yuanzhen was using was the unique secret technique of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan—Dragon Transformation!
It could enhance all attributes and increase combat power!
This was one of the reasons why the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus was hailed as the number one beast martial soul in the world. Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit.
Even with Yu Yuanzhen's profound cultivation, he had no intention of holding back.
He roared and said in a deep voice, "Eighth Soul Skill, Blue Lightning Divine Dragon Swiftness!"
The moment Yu Yuanzhen released his soul skill, the lightning around him solidified.
Enhanced by the Dragon Transformation Technique, this attack was comparable in power to a ninth soul skill.
Yu Yuanzhen waved his hand, and nine thunder dragons rushed towards Lei Yi, tearing at him. The thunder dragons swam through the air, distorting the very fabric.
Lei Yi stood still, his expression still indifferent.
He slowly spoke, "Eighth Soul Skill."
He raised his hand, and the eighth soul ring behind him began to shine.
A dazzling golden lightning bolt shot out from between the brows of the Thunder God's phantom behind him, soaring straight into the sky.
"Thunder God's Heavenly Flash!"
Immediately afterward, crackling sounds rang out from the clouds, and countless golden lightning bolts descended like waves.
The Blue Lightning Dragon swam swiftly into the pool of golden lightning, seemingly trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.
In a short while, Yu Yuanzhen's attack was crushed by the golden lightning; the blue lightning was absorbed by the golden lightning and descended.
Watching the countless golden lightning bolts fall, Yu Yuanzhen was shocked.
The power emanating from this golden lightning seemed to annihilate everything below.
Battles between Title Douluos are inherently dangerous, and weaker Soul Masters retreated even further, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.
"Not good!"
Yu Yuanzhen thought to himself, his expression changing drastically, his previous composure completely gone.
The overwhelming pressure of Thunder God's Heavenly Flash made it almost impossible for him to breathe.
If he were to take that hit, his fate wouldn't be much better than Yu Luomian's.
In the distance, Ning Fengzhi, watching this scene, also became somewhat tense.
The three upper sects were closely allied; if Yu Yuanzhen truly perished here, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and the Heaven Dou Empire would face dire straits.
He turned to Gu Rong and said, "Uncle Gu, if Sect Master Yu's life is in danger, you must intervene to save him."
"Alright," Gu Rong replied, then nodded seriously, circulating his Soul Power within his body, ready to act at any moment.
Qian Renxue remained silent, but secretly rejoiced, thinking, "If Lei Yi can truly defeat the old dragon, it will be a contribution to the grand plan of my Spirit Hall."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei, watching the battle from halfway up the mountain, were also filled with anticipation.
Even within their Spirit Hall, there were very few experts capable of defeating Yu Yuanzhen.
As long as Yu Yuanzhen died, the Spirit Hall's planned Soul Hunting program could be put on the agenda.
"I'll fight to the death!"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes sharpened, and his ninth spirit ring shone.
As a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, even if they were outmatched, they would never retreat; the honor of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could not be tarnished!
Yu Yuanzhen gathered all his power, continuing to expand the area of his dragon transformation.
In the blink of an eye, he had transformed into a hundred-meter-long lightning dragon!
Complete dragon form!
"When a true dragon is enraged, its roar shakes the nine heavens!"
A loud dragon roar spread from Yu Yuanzhen's body, actually slowing down Lei Yi's attacks.
The Thunder God's Heavenly Flash wasn't neutralized; it still struck Yu Yuanzhen's massive body, blasting him a hundred meters away and raising a cloud of dust.
Thanks to the slowing effect of his ninth soul skill and the enhanced defense of his dragon form, Yu Yuanzhen wasn't in mortal danger.
He shed his dragon form, his body trembling slightly as he looked at the figure in mid-air.
Lei Yi didn't continue the pursuit.
His gaze swept over the assembled powerhouses, and he coldly said, "If there are any more skilled at storming the Holy Court, I will not let them off lightly."
"..."
A duel of lightning martial souls had clearly revealed the superiority of the opponent. A soul ring configuration far exceeding that of the best soul masters, and such a young Title Douluo powerhouse—this made everyone present understand.
This Heavenly Ranking was genuine, and so was the Holy Court, ranked first. Ning Fengzhi stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Lei Yi, and respectfully said, "Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, has come seeking an audience with the Holy Lord. May I ask if Thunder God Douluo could introduce me?"
Lei Yi glanced at him and said, "The Holy Lord is not currently in the Holy Court. Please return."
With that, Lei Yi transformed into a bolt of lightning and returned to the valley.
As Lei Yi left, the dark clouds above dissipated.
Hearing that the Holy Court Lord was absent, a look of disappointment immediately appeared on Ning Rongrong's pretty face.
With the Holy Court Lord absent, she would most likely have to return to the sect with her father.
She looked at Ning Fengzhi, whose eyes were filled with fervent light.
Xue Qinghe, standing nearby, said, "It seems we'll have to wait here for a while."
Ning Fengzhi nodded and said, "Indeed, although we don't know when the Holy Court Lord will return, the matter of the Heavenly Ranking has been verified."
Although Lei Yi said the Holy Court Lord was absent, he had no intention of driving them away.
This proves that they still have a chance to meet the Lord of the Holy Court.
Based on this alone, they would never leave rashly and miss the opportunity.
Ning Rongrong was taken aback and asked doubtfully, "Father, are you also going to wait here?"
Ning Fengzhi smiled and nodded, saying, "The master of the number one sect on the Heavenly Ranking is not someone you can just meet whenever you want; some patience is necessary."
While the two were talking, the other forces chose places to set up camp, clearly prepared for a long wait.
On the mountainside, Hu Liena watched Lei Yi leave and looked at Yue Guan, saying, "Elder Yue Guan, could you perhaps lead me quietly into the Holy Court?"
In Hu Liena's view, this was just an excuse from the Lord of the Holy Court to avoid being disturbed; the peerless expert should still be here.
"Holy Maiden, absolutely not!"
Yue Guan's expression froze, and he immediately refused, saying, "I vaguely sense that there are powerful figures guarding the Holy Court all around; let's wait here as well..."
Yue Guan's martial soul was a chrysanthemum, and since chrysanthemums were scattered throughout the valley, he was able to sense the other few hidden auras.
If we rashly infiltrate, alerting that important figure, it would be a greater loss than gain.
"Alright, we will do as the elder says."
(End of chapter)