Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan
Jun Wuhen's lips barely moved but he completed a prayer in his mind.
"Avenge me."
CRACKLE—!!!
A deafening thunderbolt answered, illuminating the battlefield in blinding white.
Nature itself seemed to rage as lightning split the sky. Jun Wuhen's chest rose one last time.
A silent wish said by his fading consciousness—.
Then—His breathing stopped.
Crackle—!
In one instant, there was nothing beside his lifeless body.In the next— A golden-haired girl with purple eyes stood there, rain passing through her unmoving figure as though she did not fully belong to the same layer of reality.
The moment she appeared—The battlefield froze as movement halted.
All thoughts stalled midway, like ink frozen in water. Their minds went blank.
It seemed that the world itself had been forced to hold its breath.
Qian Renxue lowered her gaze. Her eyes first fell upon Chu Yue. Her body was already cold.
She had died moments earlier than Jun Wuhen— Qian Renxue stared at her for a long time before staring at Jun Wuhen whose body warmth was slowly fading away..
Then she spoke, with a soft voice. Yet it echoed like a verdict written into the fabric of existence.
"Fate is cruel…to everyone living in this world."
"I don't like unnecessary variables."
Her purple eyes glowed unnaturally beneath the storm clouds, the light reflecting endlessly within them—.
"Maybe…"
She paused.
"…I am cruel."
Suddenly, Qian Renxue raised a hand to her temple.
A sharp pain throbbed through her mind.
Her expression tightened—just slightly as murmurs surged.
The inconsistent murmurs, overlapping fragments of memories madness—all pressing her consciousness.
Qian Renxue exhaled slowly. She knew her own condition better than anyone.
Even after becoming a God—and grasping authority of dreams, memories, and fate—
She believed one thing with absolute certainty.
'I will not live past twenty-five.'
The ticking time bomb within her was not something godhood of this world could easily suppress.
Her gaze shifted toward the outskirts of the clan, beyond the frozen battlefield.
The fate threads visible only to her.
There—She saw countless branching outcomes.
After a brief silence, Qian Renxue slowly—released her Mind-Stalling effect.
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Figures wearing black cloaks—long, raincoat-like garments—emerged silently from the curtain of rain.
Pit.
Pat.
Raindrops slid down the smooth black fabric, tracing cold, gleaming lines before dripping onto the shattered stone ground. Their footsteps were unhurried yet synchronized, each step landing with an uncanny rhythm, as though measured by an invisible will rather than human intent.
The man at the very front raised a hand.
The cloaked figures behind him halted instantly.
He reached up and pulled back the hood covering his face. It was Lu Ping.
Rainwater streamed down his sharp features, sliding past his cheekbones and dripping from his chin. His eyes burned with an intense, almost feral light—an expression that mixed resolve, and a hint of reckless confidence.
He opened his mouth and shouted a single word, his voice tearing through the rain-soaked battlefield like a blade.
"Attack!"
The moment the word left his lips, Lu Ping's aura exploded outward.
A low, beast-like growl echoed as his Martial Soul—Flame Hound—possessed him. Crimson flames wrapped around his limbs, steam rising violently as fire and rain collided. Behind him, seven soul rings rose one after another, their colors spinning rapidly in the downpour, illuminating the battlefield in flashes of yellow, purple, and black.
Almost simultaneously, the figures behind him cast aside caution.
Martial Souls bloomed one after another like vicious flowers in the storm. Blades, beasts, elements, and shadows surged forth. Soul power fluctuations stacked upon one another, pressing down like an invisible mountain.
They were also Soul Douluo present in the group. One by one, eight soul rings rose behind them, their oppressive aura distorting the rain itself, forcing droplets to scatter unnaturally before reaching the ground.
The ambush was sudden—too sudden.
Even Yu Luomian, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stationed Soul Douluo, were caught off guard for a moment. But he recovered soon after all, this was the core clan base of one of the Three Great Upper Clans and they havd many soul masters in the clan..
Thunder roared.
Blue lightning erupted in all directions as , other Clan elders stepped forward, dragon scales flashing across their bodies as their Martial Souls possessed them. The ground cracked apart as lightning bolts smashed into incoming attacks, the clash of soul skills tearing the rain-filled battlefield into chaos.
Explosions overlapped.
—
Some time later
A figure was sent flying backward like a broken puppet.
Bang!
Lu Ping crashed into the ground, skidding dozens of meters before slamming into a half-collapsed stone wall. His body twitched violently as arcs of residual lightning danced across his scorched flesh.
He coughed violently. A mouthful of blood spilled out, dark and steaming.
Lu Ping staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. His once neatly kept hair was now standing on end, still sizzling faintly with residual lightning, thin threads of smoke rising into the rain.
Beside him, two Soul Douluo were in even worse condition.
One had an arm hanging limply at his side, bones shattered beneath scorched flesh. The other was kneeling on one knee, breathing heavily, his chest caved inward by a lightning-infused blow, each breath rattling as if glass shards were lodged in his lungs.
Opposite them stood Yu Luomian.
His upper garment had been completely burned away, leaving his muscular torso exposed to the rain. Jagged blue dragon scales, cracked and fractured, covered large portions of his body. Blood trickled from several wounds, mixing with rainwater as it ran down his chest and arms.
Despite the injuries, his back was straight and his eyes were cold.