Tang Yin flew amidst the drifting clouds, the wind whistling past him as his long blue hair streamed freely in the air.
Swoosh—
Whenever his soul power ran dry, he relied on telekinesis to keep himself aloft; while his Blue Silver Core quietly replenished his reserves, he unfurled his Eight Spider Wings and continued gliding forward.
After three days of steady travel, Tang Yin finally arrived at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, located in the remote mountain region near the Heaven Dou Empire's border.
Fwoosh!
He activated the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud to conceal himself and extended his Telepathy sense to locate Liu Erlong. At that moment, she was still resting in her late mother's disorderly home, plagued by nightmares.
"No… Father… you've to believe me…" she muttered, frowning in her sleep.
Tang Yin shook his head in regret at seeing her suffer, but he had no intention of saving this wretched clan. They had treated his lover so poorly—why should he bother himself?
The current patriarch also happened to be Yu Xiaogang's father, who, despite showing no outward support, continued shielding him from the shadows.
No thanks. Tang Yin wasn't some shonen-style hero with a savior complex, nor did he want to be. He was selfish, self-centered, and perfectly fine with it.
"The sooner Spirit Hall wipes out this place, the sooner she'll find peace," he muttered to himself, trying to justify his inaction.
Taking back the Shroud, Tang Yin rented a room in the nearby city and collapsed onto his temporary bed, allowing himself to recover from the fatigue of travel.
The days that followed were spent practicing the Mysterious Heaven cultivation technique and refining his soul power—all with the goal of becoming a Titled Douluo as quickly as possible.
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Spirit City
Thunderstorms roared ominously overhead, the sky a turbulent canvas of black and silver, as soldiers patrolled the rain-slicked roads beneath the looming Vast Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, her lavender eyes narrowing as they fixed on the old bishop kneeling far below. One pale hand propped her cheek as she leaned slightly, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
"Your Highness, everything is ready!" The old bishop's voice trembled slightly as he awaited further instructions.
Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened as she ordered, "Start when the sky turns black." Her gaze hardened "Failure is not an option or else..."
"Yes, Your Highness!" The old bishop bowed hastily, needing no further instructions, and scurried away.
"Yu Xiaogang…" she hissed the name, tasting it like poison. "That trashy bastard… he will finally pay for everything."
Her nails tapped lightly against the armrest—tap, tap, tap—cold, deliberate, like the countdown of an executioner's blade.
A cruel smile curved her lips as her thoughts darkened: Let me show that weakling the true meaning of consequence. Let him despair… let him suffer, regretting that he ever met me.
Beneath the surface of her words lurked something far more sinister: the corrosive influence of the Rakshasa God, seeping into her mind like a venomous serpent.
Weakness is a sin… and I succumbed to that Chihiroji due to my own weakness. Now, you will taste it yourself. Hahaha…
A shiver ran through her as the past clawed its way back—unwelcome, torturous. Her golden scepter twisted slightly under her grip as her strength flared.
Groan—
Suddenly, a warm pair of hands settled lightly on her shoulders, anchoring her. The haunting visions receded as she met the concerned gaze of her disciple, Hu Leina.
"Teacher… are you alright?" Hu Leina asked, worry threading her voice.
Bibi Dong shook her head, offering a gentle, reassuring smile. "Nana… Teacher is fine."
Her expression then shifted, brow knitting with concern. "By the way, your lover hasn't visited you even once in these past two years right? What's the deal with him? Is he alright?"
Hu Leina faltered, then nodded. "He's fine. He often writes letters… he says he'll come soon."
Bibi Dong's eyes lingered on her, a mixture of scrutiny and care in her gaze as she asked, "Shouldn't you be preparing to absorb your soul ring? You'd be wasting your potential if you keep delaying."
Hu Leina's cheeks flushed as she hurriedly explained, "Tang Yin… he's coming soon. I don't want to miss him when he arrives."
Seeing her disciple hopelessly smitten, she could only shake her head with a resigned smile. Had she ever been like this too? At least, unlike herself, her disciple's boyfriend was both talented and of good character.
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Tang Yin suddenly sneezed and scratched his head, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Ah… some beauty must be thinking of me. Hah, it really is a crime being this handsome."
It had been three months since he had begun cultivating here, and he was now just a sliver away from breaking through Level 90.
Hmm…?
Just as Tang Yin was about to resume his monotonous cultivation, he sensed a surge of Soul Masters rushing straight toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Is it starting? His heart skipped a beat.
He rose to his feet, stretching leisurely before releasing the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud and concealed his presence.
Merging with the darkness, he hovered silently using telekinesis, trailing behind them. As they neared the vicinity, the group abruptly halted, melting into the shadows to avoid the patrols.
Tang Yin landed lightly, feigning boredom as he waited. In the distance, he saw Yue Guan pestering Gui Mei, the high-pitched, feminine laughter sent shivers down his spine.
But the others were unfamiliar to him. Using telepathy, he quickly retrieved information: Ghost Leopard Douluo, Sea Turtle Douluo, the Ninth Spirit Hall Elder, and Touba Xi, patriarch of the Sacred Dragon Clan.
Tang Yin suddenly remembered something.
Isn't this Ninth Elder supposed to be dead after the attack on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? he mused darkly. Well, rest in peace. My condolences… though I have no idea who will join you in hell this time, since Liu Erlong is a new variable—and a strong one at that.
In the dead of night, the Spirit Hall group finally made their move, killing guards and patrols one by one. The moment someone rang the alarm bell, the massacre truly began.
Ting!...Ting!...Ting!
Soon enough, every member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was fully alert and launched a swift counterattack, even as many Spirit Hall attackers began to fall.
"Daring to attack the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Brothers, come and kill these bastards with me!" the sect members roared, their voices filled with rage and curses.
Spirit Hall forces pressed forward relentlessly, their actions merciless. Every corner, every alley had become a battlefield. Shadows leapt across walls, and the scent of ozone and blood hung heavy in the night air.
Bang—!
Soul skills erupted in every direction—blinding flashes of lightning, jagged torrents of fire, and crushing waves of earth—turning the grounds into a bloody, chaotic storm of destruction.
Yu Yuanzen angrily smashed into a group of Spirit Hall's Soul Emperor team, who were reaping the lives of their young talents.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Thunder Dragon's Roar!"
As the thunder rolled toward them, threatening to obliterate anyone and everyone in its path, a figure appeared, defending at ghostly speed.
Ding—!
Soul skills collided with metallic clangs and crackling energy—ghostly leopards lunged through the air, sea turtles' shells deflected barrages of lightning, and blasts of flame and ice tore through the darkness.
With only one Titled Douluo in the clan, the Ghost Leopard Douluo and Sea Turtle Douluo engaged Yu Yuanzen directly, while Yue Guan, Gui Mei, the Ninth Spirit Hall Elder, and Touba Xi started reaping the lives of Soul Douluo and Soul Saints, leaving the army to deal with the remaining clan members.
"Ahhh—!"
Even as Spirit Hall soldiers fell one by one, more pressed in, their attacks raining down with perfect coordination. All clan members fought back fiercely, but their counterattacks, though powerful, were chaotic against the relentless onslaught.
Boom!
A pillar of fire suddenly rained down, reducing a group of Spirit Hall soldiers to smoldering ash. All eyes turned to the Fiery Woman who had just arrived amid the chaos.
From the shadows, Tang Yin observed calmly. Liu Erlong… show them what you've got, he mused, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
Liu Erlong's gaze hardened at the sight of the destruction surrounding her. With a roar, she released the Nine-headed Inferno Dragon.
Four purple, Four black, and one Red soul ring hovered around her. The fifth soul ring began to glimmer as searing heat radiated from her, distorting the air like a living furnace.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Fierce Dragon's Might!"
A violent shockwave of flame blasted outward, forcing several Spirit Hall attackers to shield themselves or be burned alive.
Erlong launched forward, her fists engulfed in blazing gold-red fire. She squarely struck the Soul Douluo who had been butchering the clan's young ones—
BOOOOM—!!!
The explosion swallowed him whole, flinging charred remains across the ground. She didn't stop. Left—right—center— Her fists became meteors like disaster, each punch ending a life with explosive force.
A chrysanthemum materialized before her next strike, petals swirling defensively—
only to be instantly incinerated upon contact.
"Hmph, I've never seen such a violent woman. Your fire burned my pretty flower," Yue Guan grumbled, lips twitching in annoyance. He didn't attack—he knew his martial soul wasn't suited to face this kind of flame head-on.
A low tremor rippled across the clan grounds as Liu Erlong landed, flames coiling around her wrists like living serpents as she revealed her dazzling soul ring configuration.
"You weird-looking guy… what did you just say to me?" she asked, voice dangerously low.
"Tch. A fire attribute dragon martial soul and a hundred-thousand-year soul ring? Yeah, no—I'm done for. Let's leave, I'm not dying today," he protested, already inching backward.
"Stop whining and team up with me hurry up,"
Gui Mei murmured, his cold voice seeping out from the shadows beneath Yue Guan's feet.
Faced with two Titled Douluo joining forces, Erlong didn't hesitate. She unleashed her Seventh Soul Ring alongside her Sixth.
"Seventh Soul Skill—True Martial Soul!"
Liu Erlong's body expanded, bones cracking, scales forming—until a giant Nine-Headed Inferno Dragon towered over the battlefield.
Every stat surged by 100%—strength, flame attack, attack resistance, regeneration—and all her skills prior to the seventh Soul Skill now consumed 50% less soul power.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Inferno Dragon's Wings!"
She beat her massive wings once.
WHOOSH—
She took to the sky. A blazing storm erupted behind her as she unleashed a flurry of fiery wing strikes toward the two Titled Douluo, the air itself screeching under the force.
Yue Guan braced behind a storm of petals.
Gui Mei melted into shadows, darting through her flames.
But Erlong's attacks filled the whole skies—
and every flap, every gust, every blaze of her wings sent thunderous explosions echoing across the battlefield.
BOOM—!
BOOOOM—!!
FWOOOOOSH—!!!
Gui Mei's voice was cold. "Don't attack her recklessly. We only need to stall her."
Yue Guan forced a smile. "Stall? She looks ready to roast us alive in the next second."
Erlong moved fast.
Her fifth ring lit up—A violent crimson flare burst from beneath her feet.
Boom—!!!
Gui Mei flickered into mist, but the shockwave still sent him skidding back.
Yue Guan reacted instantly, his fifth soul ring flaring to life as he shrilled:
"Fifth Soul Skill — Frosty Gather!"
Petals of shimmering frost whirled together, condensing into a halo of silver blades that shot toward her with lethal precision.
Erlong didn't dodge. She tore through them, each step cracking the ground. Flames burst from her knuckles—"Explosive Strike."
One punch. A sun-bright flash. The front row of sabers evaporated mid-air.
Gui Mei flickered once—then materialized behind her, his palm poised an inch from her spine as his fifth soul ring pulsed ominously.
"Fifth Soul Skill—Ghost Shadow Hand!"
A massive shadow bloomed beneath her feet, and from its depths, countless ghostly hands surged upward, grasping for her—
In that instant, her flames surged downward. The shadows hissed and burned away in a single breath.
Yue Guan cursed under his breath but also had the time to mock him. "She countered it that easily—how exactly will you stall her?"
Suddenly, she spun toward him, wings of fire unfolding. "Inferno Dragon's Wings."
Two arcs of flame whipped outward.
The sky lit up with a deafening BWAOOOM!
Even Yue Guan's chrysanthemum barrier cracked. Gui Mei reformed beside him, face pale. "She's way too fast… and she's not even an agile system soul master."
Erlong didn't let them breathe. Her third ring flashed—Dragon Flame Roar!
A narrow, concentrated beam of white fire erupted from her palm.
Gui Mei reacted first. His seventh ring flared:
Ghost Demon Spirit Avatar!
His body turned transparent— the beam passed straight through him and carved a molten trench across the courtyard.
Yue Guan wasn't so lucky. The edge of the beam grazed his shoulder—
SZZZHHHH—!!
He screamed as the chrysanthemum petals burned off in clumps. He staggered back, clutching the scorched area.
"My petals—she burned my petals!"
Erlong took one silent step forward. The air trembled with heat. That was all the exchanges they got.
Because after that—
The battlefield became sound.
BOOOOOM—!!
A pillar of fire shot into the clouds.
KRKKKKSHHHH—!!
Gui Mei's shadows shrieked as they were burned away.
WHOOOOOOOM—!
A cyclone of petals erupted, only to detonate in midair.
FWASH—FWASH—FWASH—!!
Nine flaming dragon heads flickered in and out of the smoke.
KRRRAAAAA—!!
A ghostly explosion leveled an entire section of wall.
THOOOOOMP—!!
Something—or someone—was smashed into the ground.
Dark silhouettes flashed across the sky. Rivers of fire twisted. Black shadows hissed. Petals scattered like golden rain.
No words.
Only heat and destruction.
Even Tang Yin, watching from a distant rooftop, could only squint against the glare.
She's overwhelming them… She's actually overwhelming two Titled Douluo at once.