Yin Zhang's arms were instantly enveloped by enormous, razor-sharp blades of energy. Accompanied by a dragon's roar that seemed to shake heaven and earth, three consecutive slashes tore through the air toward Yu Huiming.
The deafening roar stunned Yu Huiming for a split second—and in that instant of hesitation, it was already too late.
The three slashes descended like blazing fire dragons. Yu Huiming couldn't react at all and could only watch helplessly as they bore down on him.
"No—!"
Yu Huiming roared in despair.
Before Thunder Academy set out for Heaven Dou City, he had personally sworn before Yu Yuanzhen, the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, that he would win the championship.
Before Spirit Hall Academy and Star Luo Empire Academy arrived, Thunder Academy had been full of confidence. But the moment they learned of Spirit Hall Academy's lineup, they were left dumbfounded.
Two Spirit Kings.
That single fact shattered all their hopes.
Their goal shifted from champion to runner-up—or at least top three.
And yet, by sheer bad luck, they ran straight into Spirit Hall Academy in the top ten.
They had wanted to lose with dignity.
Instead, they were crushed—swiftly and mercilessly.
The resentment in Yu Huiming's heart surged uncontrollably.
Yin Zhang knew that what he was doing was humiliating Thunder Academy and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect behind it. But for the sake of the reward, he had no choice.
By the time he unleashed his Fourth Spirit Ability, more than a minute had already passed since the match began.
There was no time for hesitation or restraint.
Those who stand in my way—don't blame me for being ruthless!
"Bang!"
Yu Huiming was sent flying by the triple slash. A cloud of blood mist exploded in midair before he crashed heavily onto the ground, unconscious.
In the stands, Yu Luomian—leader of the Thunder Academy team—shot to his feet, his eyes bloodshot. He rushed straight toward the Spirit Dueling Platform. The referee tried to stop him, but it was already too late.
Yu Luomian scooped up Yu Huiming and quickly checked his injuries. When he saw the three horrifying slash wounds carved into his son's body, rage exploded within him.
"Yin Zhang!" he bellowed.
"How vicious! You could have taken your time—why did you have to be so ruthless?! I'll make you pay for my son!"
He summoned his martial spirit—Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.
Eight spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and four black—rose and fell around him. His body nearly transformed into a dragon as he prepared to pounce on Yin Zhang.
Yin Zhang frowned slightly.
So Yu Huiming is Yu Luomian's son?
He had already held back. Otherwise, Yu Huiming's body would have been torn apart into three pieces.
"Yin Zhang went a bit too far," Xue Ye sighed, shaking his head. "Yu Huiming is Yu Luomian's most cherished youngest son. He's furious now."
Tang Zhen, however, didn't care about the cause at all.
Whether Yin Zhang had gone too far or not—whether Yu Huiming lived or died—Tang Zhen would protect him regardless.
"Yu Luomian—how dare you!"
Tang Zhen snorted coldly, his deep voice echoing throughout the entire venue.
Behind him, a massive turtle-like martial spirit resembling an alligator snapping turtle appeared. Two dragon horns rose from its head as it let out a thunderous roar, shielding Yin Zhang, Zhou Wu, and the others.
Taking advantage of the moment, Yin Zhang and his teammates quickly retreated from the Spirit Dueling Platform. If they were caught in the crossfire of a high-level battle, the consequences would be disastrous.
Nine spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and five black—rose beneath Tang Zhen, shining with blinding brilliance.
In that instant, the entire arena fell deathly silent.
Everyone held their breath, watching with awe or terror as a great battle seemed imminent.
Yu Luomian glanced at Tang Zhen's nine spirit rings, then looked down at Yu Huiming—bloodied and unconscious—in his arms. He pointed at Tang Zhen and roared furiously.
"Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you're a Titled Douluo! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is not something you can trample at will!"
Tang Zhen frowned slightly and slowly lowered his hands from behind his back.
"Not good…"
Gu Rong, who had been watching and thought Tang Zhen wouldn't actually act, felt his heart sink.
He could see it clearly—Tang Zhen was truly prepared to strike.
After all, the Golden Crocodile had sent Tang Zhen out to build Spirit Hall's prestige. Yu Luomian's arrogance had crossed the line.
Even if Spirit Hall lost face, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect wouldn't survive long anyway.
The Hall of Worship could easily dispatch an offering to severely injure Yu Yuanzhen. A level 95 Titled Douluo would struggle against Qian Jun and Jiang Mo together.
Send two, and failure would be impossible.
More likely still, once the Golden Crocodile advanced to level 99 and saw his people humiliated, he would personally wipe them all out.
"Hahaha! Yu Luomian, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"
Tang Zhen laughed coldly.
Since becoming a Titled Douluo, no one had dared provoke him like this—least of all a mere Spirit Douluo.
Although he knew that this was the first All-Continent Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament and that such an incident would have terrible repercussions, once he remembered that the Golden Crocodile was about to consume an Immortal Herb and ascend to a Level 99 Limit Douluo…
The foundation of Spirit Hall was simply too deep.
Gu Rong's unease deepened. Tang Zhen truly intended to start a war.
Strictly speaking, it wouldn't even be a battle. If no one intervened, it would be a one-sided suppression—and slaughter—of Yu Luomian.
"Tang Zhen, I urge you to calm down!" Gu Rong suddenly appeared on the platform, trying to defuse the situation. "This is not the place to vent your anger!"
Tang Zhen glanced at Gu Rong, who had positioned himself protectively in front of Yu Luomian.
Only then did Yu Luomian realize how badly he had misspoken. Regret flickered across his face—he had just brought catastrophe upon his sect.
Tang Zhen let out a cold laugh.
"As expected of the Upper Three Sects—always standing together. You're actually trying to protect Yu Luomian now. Do you really think I'll just swallow this insult?"
Although Gu Rong possessed level 94 spirit power and was once hailed as the strongest defensive Spirit Master on the continent, after Tang Zhen became a Titled Douluo, Gu Rong's defense was no longer enough.
Tang Zhen excelled in defense and endurance.
Gu Rong specialized in defense and spatial movement.
Gu Rong was more agile—but defeating Tang Zhen was nearly impossible.
With Spirit Hall and the Golden Crocodile backing him, Tang Zhen had no intention of giving Gu Rong any face.
At that moment, another loud laugh echoed through the arena.
"Hahaha! Alright, alright! So the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect are joining forces against Spirit Hall? Then I can't just stand by and watch Brother Tang get outnumbered!"
Dugu Bo laughed heartily.
In the next instant, he appeared beside Tang Zhen, having stepped straight out of the audience.
His martial spirit—Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor—was summoned. Two yellow, two purple, and five black spirit rings floated around him as the massive serpent flicked its tongue, radiating terrifying pressure.
The crowd instantly erupted into chaos.
They weren't fools.
If these Titled Douluo truly started fighting—especially with Dugu Bo involved—
Tang Zhen could hold Gu Rong back.
And Dugu Bo alone would be enough to annihilate tens of thousands of people in moments.
That was the terror of the Poison Douluo.
Gu Rong's heart skipped a beat.
This had gone terribly wrong.
He turned his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi's expression turned grave. He had never expected things to escalate to this point.
He immediately shouted,
"Stop!"
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