Danger!!!
Yu Tianheng's gaze was locked onto that seemingly small dark green-black sphere, and in an instant, a chilling sensation surged up his spine.
His instincts as a soul master screamed warnings at him.
That tiny sphere concealed an immense crisis.
For a moment, Yu Tianheng's expression turned incredibly grave. His third and first soul rings lit up successively beneath his feet, their brilliance dazzling.
"Third Soul Skill: Thunderous Wrath!"
Roar!
Accompanied by the roar of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, Yu Tianheng instantly entered a berserk state. His muscles tensed, veins bulged on his forehead, and his entire body seemed to be enveloped in a faint halo of lightning. His presence skyrocketed abruptly.
But that wasn't all!
"First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw!"
The next second, Yu Tianheng's hands rapidly condensed into dragon claws crackling with blinding lightning.
"Yu Tianheng is one of the top geniuses of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He's even using two soul skills consecutively—it seems he's taking this seriously!"
"That kid doesn't look like much. I wonder if he can handle it?"
The crowd buzzed with chatter, their eyes glued to the two figures in confrontation. The tension in the air grew thicker, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.
"Go!"
At this moment, Yu Tianheng suddenly let out a low growl.
With a fierce swipe of his arms, his Thunder Dragon Claw howled through the air toward Dai Chengfeng.
Wherever it passed, the air distorted violently, emitting a spine-chilling crackling sound, resembling a roaring thunder dragon wreaking havoc in the air.
And at the same time—
Dai Chengfeng watched Yu Tianheng's attack with a faint smile. The small sphere at his fingertip shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for Yu Tianheng.
Contrary to expectations, the anticipated collision of soul skills followed by an explosion did not occur.
Instead, the dark green-black energy sphere from Dai Chengfeng's fingertip reached Yu Tianheng almost instantly, then abruptly expanded, forming what appeared to be a 'barrier' that enveloped Yu Tianheng within.
However, strangely enough, Yu Tianheng's soul skill passed through the 'barrier' without resistance, continuing its assault toward Dai Chengfeng.
Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng's expression remained calm.
Suddenly, his skin took on a metallic sheen—his Vajra Invincible Body had activated!
Immediately afterward, he raised his right hand and delivered a swift, powerful knife-hand strike downward.
Bam!
This seemingly casual knife-hand strike carried the force of a thousand catties, instantly shattering Yu Tianheng's Thunder Dragon Claw. Only a muffled explosion echoed in the air.
Yu Tianheng might have been a genius, but in front of Dai Chengfeng, he seemed somewhat inadequate.
Genius? That was merely the threshold to meet Dai Chengfeng.
The gap between them was like an insurmountable chasm. After all, the opportunities Dai Chengfeng had obtained were beyond anything Yu Tianheng could ever imagine in his lifetime.
If Yu Tianheng were a Soul King, Dai Chengfeng might have taken him more seriously, resorting to his trump cards such as the Asura Power or the Life-and-Death Arena.
But now, both of them were Soul Elders.
Dai Chengfeng had no chance of losing, and he didn't even bother using his External Soul Bone, the Dark Golden Terror Claw Armguard.
In contrast to Dai Chengfeng's composed demeanor, Yu Tianheng was faring poorly.
At this moment, he knelt mid-air on one knee, his face turning red, then green, and finally a deep purple. His pupils dilated with extreme pain.
He clutched his throat tightly with both hands, his face contorted in struggle.
Cough, cough…
Yu Tianheng felt as though he couldn't breathe at all. Even his voice seemed to be swallowed by this strange space, unable to escape.
Even worse…
It felt as though some unknown gas within his body had been forcibly extracted by this overwhelming power, leaving his limbs weak and limp.
Though he understood that all of this was caused by the soul skill of the golden-haired, heterochromatic-eyed youth before him, and he desperately wanted to escape this barrier…
An indescribable pressure weighed heavily on his weakened body, pinning him down.
His consciousness began to blur.
"Yu Tianheng, the genius with the 'Number One Beast Martial Spirit in the World'?"
Dai Chengfeng spoke indifferently, "It's just unfortunate…"
"I've seen many geniuses, but they all call me a genius."
Though he couldn't make a sound, Yu Tianheng could clearly hear Dai Chengfeng's voice. "I've seen many geniuses, but they all call me… a genius?"
At this moment, Yu Tianheng's mind went blank, his eyes filled with bewilderment.
He was, after all, the most outstanding genius of the current generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Since childhood, he had been regarded as the future hope of his family, renowned among the younger generation of the Tian Dou Empire…
He thought he was strong.
But now, someone who was also a Soul Elder had defeated him in a single move!
How could this be possible?!
Images of Dai Chengfeng effortlessly deflecting his attack flashed repeatedly in Yu Tianheng's mind. That seemingly casual knife-hand strike had contained an unstoppable force.
On the other hand, he himself had been completely powerless against the opponent's soul skill.
It was as if a tiny fly had suddenly realized just how vast the sky truly was…
All of his pride had been utterly shattered.
At this moment, Dugu Yan stood nearby, watching Yu Tianheng. A flicker of pity passed through her eyes.
She bit her lip lightly, gripping Dai Chengfeng's arm with a troubled expression, and whispered softly, "Chengfeng, although I rejected Yu Tianheng, we were classmates once. Please let him go."
In truth, Dai Chengfeng had been waiting for Dugu Yan to intercede on Yu Tianheng's behalf. After all, he had never intended to kill him in the first place.
It wasn't that he was merciful—it was simply that the old dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was too troublesome to deal with.
Teaching Yu Tianheng a lesson was just a minor squabble between juniors. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan wouldn't have grounds to complain, given that Dai Chengfeng wasn't without backing either.
But killing Yu Tianheng, the most outstanding genius of the current generation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, would complicate matters significantly.
Dai Chengfeng didn't want to face the wrath of both the Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan simultaneously.
Thus, Dai Chengfeng smiled gently, "Since Yan'er asks, I'll naturally agree."
With a wave of his hand, the barrier surrounding Yu Tianheng instantly dissipated, transforming back into wisps of dark green-black wind that returned to Dai Chengfeng's palm.
Thud!
Freed from the vacuum restraint, Yu Tianheng collapsed heavily onto the ground.
He lay there limply, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth as he greedily gulped in lungfuls of fresh air. His eyes were filled with dazed confusion.
Dai Chengfeng didn't even glance at Yu Tianheng. Instead, he pulled Dugu Yan along and walked directly toward Ye Lingling.
Yu Tianheng, however, stared at Dai Chengfeng's retreating figure. The golden sunlight bathed Dai Chengfeng, outlining his tall and upright silhouette.
He found the other man dazzlingly brilliant.
Shall we go?
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng had already reached Ye Lingling, a warm smile on his face.
Ye Lingling didn't respond. Instead, she looked at Dai Chengfeng holding Dugu Yan's wrist, her lips slightly pouting.
Seeing this, Dai Chengfeng simply extended his right hand and grasped Ye Lingling's wrist. "What are you thinking about?"
"Hurry up and finish handling this so we can go home."
With that, amidst Ye Lingling's surprise, he pulled the two girls toward the edge of the crowd.
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