Chapter 284: The Destruction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; Master Yu's Sense of Unease
Tragic wails rose one after another. A large number of Sect Disciples tainted by the poisonous mist didn't even have time to retract their Martial Souls before their flesh began to fester, turning into puddles of foul-smelling bloody water.
Watching Spirit Hall slaughter his Disciples and descendants with such despicable means, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes in mid-air were completely bloodshot!
"Spirit Hall! You bunch of despicable and shameless beasts!"
Yu Yuanzhen completely abandoned all defense and life force, squeezing out every bit of his lifelong cultivation and the power of the Nine Crowns of the True Dragon.
"Since it has come to this... then all of you shall be buried with my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan today!!!"
"Ninth Soul Skill—Wrath of the True Dragon, Shaking the Nine Heavens!"
Yu Yuanzhen's shrill roar echoed through the clouds as he transformed into a brilliantly radiant, violent thunder dragon. Wrapped in destructive lightning that tore through the sky, he launched a suicidal, mutual-destruction charge toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei without reservation!
"Madman! This old thing can actually squeeze out power of this level!"
Their Martial Soul Fusion Skill had been interrupted and backfired; Yue Guan and Gui Mei had no time to manifest the Unipolar Static Domain again at this moment.
At the critical moment of life and death, the two could only desperately circulate their Soul Power, pushing their respective Martial Soul True Bodies to the limit, attempting to withstand Yu Yuanzhen's desperate, all-or-nothing strike.
Boom—
A brilliant white light, so intense it seemed it could blind the eyes, exploded violently in the sky.
Immediately following, a world-destroying tide of Soul Power, like a tsunami, swept frantically in all directions!
In an instant, the world seemed to fall into a deathly silence because of this extreme violence; all sound was completely stripped away in that destructive lightning.
As the blinding light and thunderstorm gradually dissipated, the ground below was already a tragic scene of purgatory.
The originally grand and atmospheric architectural complex of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, which symbolized the supreme glory of the world's number one Beast Martial Soul, had been completely leveled. Only a charred deep pit and devastated ruins remained.
Under this suicidal attack by a Super Douluo fighting with his life, whether it was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Disciples still struggling to resist below or the Spirit Hall Spirit Master Legion who thought they had retreated to a safe distance, almost all were shaken into a mist of blood by the indiscriminate thunderous storm.
Even though this time, due to Pope Bibi Dong's personal grudge, two extra Titled Douluo had come to besiege the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the ultimate tragedy of the battle still far exceeded everyone's expectations.
The Sea Turtle Douluo, without surprise, became the "lucky one" who was forcibly dragged down by Yu Yuanzhen before his death.
The remaining five Titled Douluo—Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Snake Lance, Porcupine Fish, and Ghost Leopard—were also heavily injured in this world-destroying desperate counterattack.
As for the Cardinals and Spirit Master Legion who had been ordered to come along, they were wiped out in this indiscriminate self-destruction without any suspense, leaving not even a complete corpse.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Accompanied by several bouts of violent coughing, Yue Guan and the others, who had struggled to crawl out from the charred ruins, looked at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's base—now completely turned into barren land—and then at each other's wretched states, all letting out long sighs with lingering fear.
"I really didn't expect that after being forced into a corner, that old dragon Yu Yuanzhen could actually erupt with such terrifying combat power," Yue Guan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and panted. "This time, it seems our Spirit Hall's losses are also extreme."
The other Titled Douluo also nodded one after another, their faces pale.
Although so many high-level combatants joining forces to besiege one person only to result in a miserable record of one dead and five injured was quite embarrassing.
However, in the hearts of everyone present, a trace of respect for the strong involuntarily arose.
In this wave of death-defying battle, Yu Yuanzhen's fearless Martial Soul truly lived up to his title as the Thunder Douluo!
It was truly hard to imagine how such a proud and unyielding dragon could give birth to that good-for-nothing buzz cut in Spirit City, who only knew how to hide behind women and live off them?
"Enough, everyone, stop reminiscing and hurry up to clean up the aftermath. Take all the usable resources of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; we need to report back to the Pope."
Gui Mei looked around with a somber face, his gaze finally landing on the charred and blurred mass of flesh not far away, and he let out a long sigh. "As for Sea Turtle Douluo..."
Everyone's eyes simultaneously turned to that unlucky colleague who had been blasted beyond recognition by Yu Yuanzhen's Thunderous Elbow Strike, so much so that even a human shape couldn't be pieced together; for a moment, their expressions were somewhat complicated.
"Brothers, please help out and gather his remains."
"After we return, we will petition His Holiness the Pope to have him buried in the Douluo Hall."
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At the same time, far away in Spirit City, for some reason, Master Yu felt an inexplicable wave of agitation welling up in his heart.
That empty, throbbing pain felt as if something crucially important to him had been completely lost in the dark.
This sudden palpitation made Yu Xiaogang feel puzzled for a moment.
It shouldn't be?
Right now, his precious Disciple Dai Mubai was training in Slaughter City; in the future, he might just take off and seize that supreme Divinity Legacy.
And he himself was now a high-and-mighty Honorary Elder in Spirit City, backed by the great tree that was Pope Bibi Dong!
Looking across the entire Spirit Hall, except for those few high-ranking core members, who didn't have to respectfully bow their heads when they saw him, Yu Xiaogang?
"How strange..."
"Where exactly did things go wrong?"
Master Yu was completely baffled.
One must know that during this period, Liu Erlong had also been steadily soothed by his Spiritual Wisdom.
It could be said that besides his reputation as the number one theorist in the Soul Master World suffering some minor slander during the previous high-level Soul Master Tournament, everything for Yu Xiaogang was currently developing in the most perfect direction.
Since he couldn't figure it out, the overly confident Master Yu simply stopped dwelling on it.
After all, his precious supreme wisdom was to be saved for seeking the welfare of all Soul Masters on the continent; how could it be wasted on such groundless wild thoughts?
Straightening his luxurious robes that symbolized his status as an Honorary Elder, Yu Xiaogang held his head high and prepared to head to the The Pope's Palace.
He intended to ask Bibi Dong if any changes he was unaware of had occurred on the continent.
However, just as he turned a corner in a corridor, he ran straight into a golden-haired girl with exquisite beauty and a divine aura...
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