Compared to Sword Douluo’s calmness, the eyeballs of everyone else were almost popping out of their heads.
“Really! It really is a 100,000-year Soul Ring!”
“Good heavens, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is going to be Heaven-Defying!”
The Disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School completely fell into a carnival, their faces turning red one by one as they roared at the top of their lungs.
“Elder Sword is mighty!”
“Show these blind fellows some color!”
The waves of sound grew higher and higher, vibrating the entire square with a buzzing noise.
High in the air, Yu Yuanzhen’s old face was so gloomy that water was almost about to drip from it.
The red light reflected on his face, stirring up monstrous waves in his heart.
There really is a 100,000-year Soul Ring.
But he quickly calmed down, his brain running at high speed.
He was certain, but should he turn around and retreat?
No!
Although Chen Xin had a 100,000-year Soul Ring and high spirit power, he himself was also a level 95 attack system Titled Douluo!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was hailed as the number one Beast Spirit under heaven, naturally possessing an extremely domineering thunder attribute.
As long as he directly used his trump card and struck with full force, even if he couldn’t win, pushing Chen Xin back half a step could surely be done, right?
As long as Chen Xin retreated half a step, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan wouldn’t be considered completely disgraced today, and after returning, he could appease everyone in the Sect up and down.
Having made up his mind, Yu Yuanzhen stopped talking nonsense.
“Chen Xin, don’t think that having a 100,000-year Soul Ring allows you to be so arrogant!”
He suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar, and the seventh black ten-thousand-year spirit ring beneath his feet suddenly shone brightly.
Seventh Spirit Ability, Martial Soul Avatar!
Raging blue lightning instantly engulfed Yu Yuanzhen entirely, his body expanding wildly within the lightning light, transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon over thirty meters in body length.
Subsequently, lightning as thick as a water bucket coursed over its scales, carrying a destructive and raging aura as it swooped straight down toward Chen Xin below.
Facing this menacing giant thunder dragon, Chen Xin, Meng Yiran, kept one hand behind his back.
That ancient Seven Kill Sword floated in front of him, without dazzling light or surging spirit power.
Even the nine spirit rings beneath his feet stayed quietly in place, not a single one lighting up.
He did not plan to activate the Martial Soul Avatar.
He didn’t even plan to use any Spirit Ability.
Seeing this scene, Yu Yuanzhen, who had transformed into a thunder dragon, was filled with irrepressible fury in his dragon pupils.
Too arrogant!
No matter how strong you Chen Xin are, you are merely a Spirit Master with a mortal body!
Facing the full-force dive of the Martial Soul Avatar of the number one Beast Spirit under heaven, you actually don’t even use a Spirit Ability?
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“Die for me!”
The thunder dragon spat out deafening human speech from its mouth, opened its bloody maw, and fiercely struck down with the thunderous power to destroy everything.
Beside the main table, Spirit Hall Bishop Salas stared closely at mid-air.
To be honest, at this moment, he was both excited and puzzled.
The excitement was naturally because his task was already completed.
But the puzzlement was also obvious, wondering how the opponent achieved the replacement of the spirit ring.
Also, wondering what Chen Xin was doing here.
A 100,000-year Soul Ring was right there, yet he wasn’t using it?
Could it be that he was just putting on a front in front of the heroes of the world?
Or was it that his current strength was truly strong enough to contend with Yu Yuanzhen head-on without using the Martial Soul Avatar?
However, no matter which situation it was, Salas felt his blood starting to boil.
“Screw it, fight! Beat him fiercely!”
Salas screamed frantically in his heart.
On the other side, the violent wind made Chen Xin’s robes flutter noisily.
He raised his head to look at the ferocious dragon head closing in frantically, his lips moving.
“Recently my strength has advanced, and I also occasionally gained a little insight.”
“It just so happens I can use you, old dragon, to try out my hands.”
The moment his voice fell, Chen Xin brought his right hand’s fingers together and gripped the hilt of the Seven Kill Sword before him.
“Ten Thousand Swords!”
An unpretentious and peerless sword technique, accompanied by a white-golden Sword Qi.
This Sword Qi looked condensed, but its momentum was completely unremarkable, not even stirring up the sound of the wind.
Yet the moment it collided with the giant thunder dragon, it instantly split into countless sword lights.
“Sizzle!”
That Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon over thirty meters long, carrying the might of ten thousand jun of thunder, suddenly stiffened in mid-air.
Subsequently, the raging lightning all over the sky completely collapsed under the sword light, instantly dissipating without a trace.
“Ang—!”
An extremely miserable scream pierced through the sky.
The thunder dragon’s huge body crashed backwards at a speed ten times faster than when it came.
“Bang!”
A heavy landing sound rang out.
The huge impact smashed a deep pit into the ground, and the freshly paved white jade floor tiles around it shattered inch by inch, with spiderweb-like cracks spreading tens of meters outward.
Yu Yuanzhen had been beaten back into human form, lying raggedly at the bottom of the pit.
He gasped heavily for breath, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.
The entire audience was pin-drop silent.
Suddenly, the wine glass in Salas’s hand dropped to the ground with a “clatter,” smashing into pieces.
Without even using a Spirit Ability, with just a single sword strike, he directly obliterated a level 95 Peak Douluo who had activated the Martial Soul Avatar?
Is this fucking even human?!
After a brief silence, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School side erupted into the loudest cheer of the day.
“Elder Sword is invincible!”
“What number one Beast Spirit under heaven, it can’t even take a single sword strike from our Elder!”
A group of Disciples shouted until their throats were hoarse, slapping their thighs excitedly.
Amidst these earth-shaking cheers,
Ning Tian leisurely walked out from behind the high platform, still holding Shui Bing’er’s hand.
He looked at Yu Yuanzhen coughing up blood in the pit below, then looked at the group of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Disciples in the sky who were completely dumbfounded, picked up the megaphone again, and cleared his throat.
“Hey, hey, hey, everyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, wake up!”
Ning Tian’s voice echoed across the square.
He walked to the edge of the high platform and pointed at Yu Yuanzhen in the pit.
“Old Sect Master Yu, when you rushed down so majestically just now, you really scared us ordinary people quite a bit.”
“Look at the messy banquet tables down here, how many tables were knocked over, how many tables of wine and food were spilled?”
“These, I won’t mention, but the most crucial thing is…”
Ning Tian pulled Shui Bing’er in front of him with a yank, patting her shoulder with a face full of heartache.
“My wife, the Young Miss of the Shui family, just crossed the threshold today, and she was frightened pale by your whatever thunder whatever dragon.”
“If this leaves any psychological shadow and affects the flourishing and branching of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future, can you bear this responsibility?!”
Shui Bing’er was left completely stunned by Ning Tian’s words.
She was frightened?
How come she didn’t know?
But she very wisely did not refute, only cooperating by lowering her head and putting on a wronged appearance.
“So.”
Ning Tian held the megaphone and knocked on the railing.
“This matter cannot just end like this.”
“Property vandalism fee, venue maintenance fee, as well as the mental anguish fee for the bride and all the guests—you must give an explanation today.”
“Let me calculate…”
“Calculated!”
“Let’s round it up, bring out a 10,000-year Spirit Bone, and only then will this matter be considered flipped over.”