The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon transformed from Yu Yuanzhen let out a long roar toward the sky, and intense black light erupted from his body.
"Aww--"
Amidst the resounding dragon roar, countless bolts of lightning from the heavens and earth began to converge toward Yu Yuanzhen.
In the sky, centered on Yu Yuanzhen's true form, a black lightning ring appeared, compressing lightning to its absolute limit with a diameter shrunk to one kilometer. Within the ring, nine black Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons, each five hundred meters long, emerged. They did not move, appearing like statues suspended in mid-air.
The onlookers on the Viewing Platform looked at the nine lifelike lightning dragons in the sky, feeling their throats go dry, and subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Was this the power of the Thunder Douluo, the leader of the old Upper Three Sects? It was truly far more powerful than they had imagined!
It was only because Yang Wudi and Dugu Bo, two Title Douluo, were still on the platform that they dared to keep watching; if Yu Yuanzhen's attack went astray, wouldn't they be dead on the spot?
Glancing at Yun Ming, who remained calm and composed below, Yu Yuanzhen did not waste words; the results would prove everything.
"Aww--"
Yu Yuanzhen roared again, as if it were the signal for an all-out assault, and the nine Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons launched a lethal attack simultaneously.
They transformed into streaks of black lightning, sweeping across the lightning ring with disdain. In an instant, they arrived before Yun Ming.
Watching the World-Ending Dragon Lightning that covered his entire field of vision descend upon him, Yun Ming's response was simple. He raised the Atlas Divine Spear, pointed the tip toward the lightning, and whispered.
"Black Sun Second Stage, Reversal Storm!"
As his voice fell, the black sun behind Yun Ming, with its pitch-black base and bright edges, slowly ascended and began to rotate in reverse.
"Zzz--"
Amidst the deafening roar of the World-Ending Dragon Lightning, this sound was basically inaudible, yet it truly existed. Most importantly, as this sound appeared, a dazzling blue-purple light emerged from the center of the black sun, and the way the light twisted and flowed with rapid energy revealed the essence of that glow.
The Black Sun technique was created by Yun Ming simulating soul cores, essentially aiming to mimic the opposing gravitational pull of two soul cores. However, after this technique was developed, another derivative problem arose: how to handle the absorbed energy?
Influenced by the two soul cores, this technique had an astonishingly strong rate of energy consumption, but the energy it pulled in was very chaotic and could not be used for cultivation. While it was simple to solve—by directly channeling it into the void—it was somewhat wasteful when too much energy was consumed. Therefore, based on the core principle of not wasting, Yun Ming created the subsequent second stage.
'Lightning'
Yu Yuanzhen watched the familiar lightning fluctuations of the black sun and immediately understood the secret behind Yun Ming's move, feeling a sense of unease. Yun Ming had swallowed every bit of the lightning from his previous Eighth Soul Skill and the lightning summoned by his Ninth Soul Skill; if he were to release it, the result...
Before Yu Yuanzhen could calculate the specific win rate of this clash, Yun Ming's Reversal Storm had already erupted.
The pitch-black sun now seemed to have transformed into a massive Thunder Cannon, and a blue-purple pillar of lightning reaching the heavens was blasted out, with the dual-colored lightning clashing head-on.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"
The dual-colored lightning, originating from the same source, erupted with a deafening roar the moment they touched. Blue-purple and black constantly intertwined and slaughtered each other, while countless stray lightning bolts reversed, striking every area they could reach—the spectator stands, the Pope Palace, the outskirts of Martial Soul City, and so on. The number of lightning arrows shooting in all directions was countless.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost Two Douluo's expressions changed drastically as they watched this scene. Yue Guan released his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum spirit, and his ninth spirit ring lit up directly.
'Chrysanthemum withers, the ground is full of wounds, flowers fall and hearts break.'
Under the effect of the ninth soul skill, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum enlarged and split, each petal rotating like a crescent blade, forming a massive Golden Tornado Array that blocked all the stray lightning arrows. Everyone could only hear the continuous explosions within the plaza.
Watching the Golden Tornado Array stained with streaks of dual-colored arcs from blocking the lightning's aftermath, the audience discussed it fervently.
Some felt that Yun Ming would win in the end because he clearly fought more easily, while others believed Yu Yuanzhen would win, reasoning that how could the Thunder Douluo lose at playing with lightning? Excluding some obviously biased, blind-worship reasons like "Big Brother will win" or "Sect Master Yu is invincible," both main viewpoints had some market.
A few minutes later, the roaring gradually ceased, and the petal array dissolved into golden light dots at the right moment, disappearing. The situation inside the plaza appeared before everyone's eyes.
Looking at the current state of the plaza, everyone gasped.
"Hiss--"
The plaza, which could only be described as dilapidated after Yun Ming finished off the four sects, had now completely turned into scorched earth. The ground was scarred and charred black; everything had been destroyed, with only the arcs of electricity lingering in the air telling the story of what had happened here. What shocked everyone even more was the appearance of the two protagonists at this moment.
Yun Ming was still the same Yun Ming; apart from the black sun that resembled a divine ring behind him disappearing, he looked unchanged. But on the other side, the scales on the chest of the blue-purple giant dragon were now charred black, with many cracked open, continuously bleeding.
Yu Yuanzhen recalled the final stage of the dual lightning bombardment, where Yun Ming's Thunder Cannon had broken through his nine layers of lightning dragons, and his dragon face was filled with disbelief. He looked at Yun Ming and questioned him frantically.
"How is it possible? How could you possibly beat me at lightning?!"
The total amount of lightning Yun Ming swallowed shouldn't have been more than what Yu Yuanzhen himself condensed. Why was it that Yun Ming won in the end? Could it be that Yun Ming, who didn't have a lightning attribute, was better at lightning control than him? That was nonsense! He couldn't figure it out, but it seemed to be the only explanation, and his mental state simply shattered!
As for the reason, was it really that Yun Ming was better at lightning control than Yu Yuanzhen? Of course not! Yun Ming had fought many lightning-attribute soul masters, but he was not proficient in lightning abilities himself. The reason Yun Ming could use Yu Yuanzhen's lightning to beat Yu Yuanzhen with the Inverted Heavenly Gang was purely a gap in knowledge. Lightning also played an important role in later soul guidance technology, so there was some research on it in later generations, one of which was increasing lightning intensity.
In terms of fine control of lightning, Yun Ming couldn't compare to Yu Yuanzhen, but in terms of lightning intensity, the lightning that Yun Ming had reprocessed with later knowledge could be a notch stronger than Yu Yuanzhen's. The same total amount of lightning soul power, but a higher quality of lightning—this was the reason Yun Ming could win in the end.
Yun Ming looked at Yu Yuanzhen, whose mental state was somewhat collapsing, and commented sternly.
"Who knows!"
"However, you do have some attainments in the way of lightning control; it's quite good."
'Well'
Blue veins bulged on the dragon's head. Not only had Yun Ming beaten him, but he also had to 'humiliate' him. Yu Yuanzhen could not bear this grievance and immediately roared, flapping his dragon wings and charging toward Yun Ming.
"Yun Ming!!"
Watching the giant dragon with blood-red eyes approaching at high speed, Yun Ming knew the opponent had lost his composure and decided to end it.
A flash of silver light appeared on Yun Ming, and he appeared above Yu Yuanzhen's dragon head. He raised the Atlas Divine Spear in his hand, and a scarlet-gold light shone brightly on the spear, with a Sky Peng Phantom appearing on the Atlas Spear.
'Absolute Dominance, Dragon Subjugation'
This move was created by Yun Ming while he was studying the patterns of the Sky Dome Silver Peng Soul Bone; it was specialized for dragon subjugation and had no other use at other times.
Yun Ming muttered in his heart, then slammed the Atlas Spear down fiercely.
Yu Yuanzhen looked at Yun Ming, whose robes were dancing wildly in the strong wind, and the Atlas Spear that was constantly enlarging before his eyes. He felt exceptionally disgusted and repelled, but his body was too large to avoid it, so he could only take it head-on.
"Bang--"
Under the gaze of the crowd, the Atlas Divine Spear slammed fiercely onto the dragon's head. Judging by the sound, it was a solid hit.
Yu Yuanzhen felt as though everything had slipped from his control. His Dragon Force, dragon pressure, and Soul Power—everything was beyond his command. He felt as if his soul were sublimating, and everything around him had turned into a Magnificent Golden Haze. As the sublimation reached its peak, he lost himself in this Golden Light World.
Yu Yuanzhen's head lolled to the side, and he fell unconscious. Reverting to his human form, he crashed into the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The audience watched as a Super Douluo was officially defeated by Yun Ming, falling into a deathly silence. They could imagine that even if Yun Ming were to lose to the two Title Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect later, based on his current results alone, he would certainly become famous throughout the Soul Master World. As for what would happen if Yun Ming won until the end, they dared not even think about it.
The trio from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect saw Yun Ming knock Yu Yuanzhen down with such apparent ease, and their hearts were stirred. Knowing Yun Ming was strong was one thing, but seeing it with their own eyes was another.
Chen Xin's fighting spirit was at an all-time high. He had a premonition that a battle with Yun Ming would surely benefit him greatly, perhaps even helping him break through a bottleneck that had held him for years. Gu Rong, on the other hand, felt that the heavens were toying with him; they must have seen his life going too smoothly and sent this nemesis his way. After all, the abilities Yun Ming displayed—Space Prohibition and dragon suppression—might as well have been written with his name on them. Ning Fengzhi felt a twinge of regret for not being more decisive in offering his daughter; although they had managed to establish a connection with the Breaking Clan, they had missed out on Yun Ming's bloodline talent for the Ning Family.
"Sect Master!" x2
Yu Luomian and another Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Elder arrived at Yu Yuanzhen's side. Seeing that the unconscious Yu Yuanzhen was bloodied but not critically injured, they breathed a sigh of relief. But the next moment, a demonic voice rang in their ears.
"You two, will you withdraw yourselves? Or shall I give you a hand?"
Yu Luomian glanced at Yun Ming, then at Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose Sword Intent was already humming with excitement. His original resolve to fight to the end developed a crack. In a battle destined to be lost, with a predetermined outcome, he really couldn't find a reason to continue. Besides, since Yu Yuanzhen had already fallen to Yun Ming, it didn't seem to make much difference whether he conceded or not.
Thinking of this, Yu Luomian sighed.
"Sigh!"
"Yu Luomian of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan withdraws."
Another Yu family member, from a different faction than Yu Luomian's brothers, heard the withdrawal and immediately shouted in reproach.
"Yu Luomian, do you know what you are saying? How can my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan retreat without a fight!"
Yu Luomian glanced at his raving clansman and said casually.
"In that case, I leave it to the Third Elder to restore glory to the sect."
The Blue Lightning Third Elder heard that Yu Luomian actually wanted him to face that monster Yun Ming and was momentarily stunned. But for the sake of ascending to power, he said resolutely.
"That goes without saying, watch closely!"
Then, this unknown A Certain Yu activated his Martial Soul Avatar, lightning surged over his body, and he charged toward Yun Ming.
Having seen him knock down Yu Yuanzhen, Yun Ming nodded inwardly to see that there was still someone in the Yu family he didn't recognize who dared to attack. He had always respected those with courage, so he struck with great seriousness.
Space Prohibition to trap the enemy, Teleportation to close the distance, and a sweeping strike to suppress the dragon—all done in one fluid motion.
"Bang--"
"Bang--"
In less than two seconds, there was an extra crater beside Yu Yuanzhen, and the brave Third Elder was unable to rise again.
Yu Luomian: "."
Fighting to the death without retreating was fine, but falling in two seconds was truly embarrassing. Whether the glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was defended or shamed by him, Yu Luomian was a bit confused at this moment. It seemed that the people of the continent would have to judge that question later.
Ghost Douluo stepped forward to confirm that two of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan members were down and one had surrendered, then officially announced.
"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, and Yu Luoquan, defeated!"
Yu Luomian led the two away, leaving the field to the final two parties.
Ning Fengzhi stepped forward and said warmly.
"Nephew, what profound cultivation you possess! All five sects have actually fallen to your hands."
"This is the first time since the Seven Sects Championship began. After this battle, you shall surely go down in history!"
Ning Fengzhi's words were not false; Yun Ming had inadvertently set a precedent. However, Yun Ming himself did not care much. Going down in history was not difficult for someone like him, nor did it have any meaning, so why should he care? Yun Ming replied with a smile.
"Uncle Ning is too kind. But even if Uncle Ning says so, this junior still intends to win it all this time."
"My apologies, Uncle Ning."
Ning Fengzhi waved his hand and said.
"No need to apologize. It's a competition! There is always a winner."
"However, us old fellows won't give up either. As for the final result, let us see the truth in our hands!"
When it came to being the Number One Under Heaven, Ning Fengzhi's tone was uncharacteristically sharp.
Yun Ming nodded in agreement.
"So be it. Three seniors, please enlighten me!"
As he spoke, a wave of Soul Power, more majestic than at any time before, was released from Yun Ming. This aura of standing at the absolute peak once again made everyone shudder.
Gu Rong clicked his tongue.
"Is this kid a monster? He's already fought a whole group, yet it feels like he hasn't consumed anything at all."
Ning Fengzhi had similar thoughts. This boy Yun Ming was truly despair-inducing; he was powerful in every aspect, with no blind spots!
Only Chen Xin was even more excited; he wanted to fight the strongest version of Yun Ming. He raised his right hand, and the ancient Seven Kill Sword, two meters long and half a foot wide, appeared in his hand. A heaven-cleaving, earth-shattering, world-ending Sword Intent erupted completely.
"Old Bone, we are seniors after all, don't let the junior look down on us."
Hearing his old rival mock him, Gu Rong felt annoyed, but unable to find a reason to retort, he could only say impatiently.
"I know."
As he spoke, his Bone Dragon Martial Soul manifested, his entire frame grew taller, dragon claws and bone spikes extended, and he entered combat state.
Ning Fengzhi also raised his hand to summon the Magnificent Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
This great battle, which would determine the landscape of the Soul Master World for the next few decades, was on the verge of breaking out.
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