Star Dou Forest, Outer Ring
Ye Xiu walked with Yu Tianxin, mid-discussion on cultivation bottlenecks.
Suddenly, Ye Xiu's gaze sharpened. Two Spirit Saints (Rank 70), clad in Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect robes, battled a bandit gang. The leader, Xue Lang—a hulking Rank 80 Spirit Saint—loomed over them. The guards had felled the minions but struggled against him.
Behind them: Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, cornered.
Ye Xiu's eyes flickered golden surprise. He scanned their auras. "A butterfly effect from the Sky Curtain already."
Yu Tianxin spotted the emblem. "Master, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. That's Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's daughter."
Ye Xiu nodded. "Want to intervene? Perfect to hone your skills and elemental power. Don't expect victory."
A soul master's elemental command hinged on affinity physique, spiritual sea, and law comprehension. Yu Tianxin—Soul Ancestor Rank 44 at 15—thirsted for it. Battle was his forge. His teacher's "Elements' Heart" lesson burned bright: Grasp an element's essence, draw ambient power beyond your soul rank.
The guards glared at Xue Lang. "Attacking Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? This ends badly for you."
Xue Lang smirked. "The young miss carries gold soul coins. I'm in too deep—might as well silence you all and vanish."
"Little Miss, flee with your friend!" a guard urged Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. "We'll hold him!"
Xue Lang unleashed his Martial Soul: Spectral Golden Wolf King, a metal-element beast soul. Four meters of burly menace—dark-golden fur swirling with red aura, bear-like bulk on wolf frame. Powerful forelimbs bulged with muscle, razor claws gleamed; hind legs poised for upright lunges. Piercing eyes blazed from a thick-maned skull.
Xue Lang's first soul ring ignited—Golden Claw Strike. His claws elongated,shimmering with molten golden metal energy, edges razor-sharp for piercing flesh and soul barriers alike. Speed surged 50%, propelling short, feral bursts—like a basic Golden Wolf's pack raid, tearing vulnerabilities in bigger prey.
Second ring flared—Wolf Shadow Dash. His form blurred, spawning flickering afterimages that weaved and flanked, mimicking wolves' evasive agility outpacing lumbering lions or bears. Illusions confused guards, setting up lethal ambushes.
He charged the guards, claws gleaming, shadows multiplying—a golden whirlwind aimed to shred them apart and claim the girls.
Then—crushing spiritual pressure slammed down. Xue Lang buckled to his knees, wolf form shuddering.
Shock rippled through the guards, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing.
Ye Xiu and Yu Tianxin arrived. Yu Tianxin declared, "Yu Tianxin of Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect." He gestured. "This is my master, Ye Xiu."
Ye Xiu smiled warmly. "Everyone alright?"
The guards and Ning Rongrong recognized Yu Tianxin instantly. But then only thought raced through there minds: This man crushed a Soul Sage with pure pressure—Title Douluo? Super Douluo? Rumors matched: reclusive expert claimed the clan's young genius.
Sensing Yu Tianxin's aura—Rank 44 Soul Ancestor at 15—they bowed. "Thank you, Excellency!"
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing eyed Ye Xiu curiously. Blue Lightning let an outsider train their heir? Extraordinary.
Ye Xiu glanced at Xue Lang, teeth gritted under the pressure, sweat beading. "What to do with you?"
Xue Lang groveled. "Excellency, mercy! I misspoke—I'll never repeat it. I will even become your dog!"
Ye Xiu's smile held. "Fine. I will give you a chance."
"You will fight my student," Ye Xiu said, nodding to Yu Tianxin. "Five minutes. Knock him out, you're free."
Surprise hit Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the guards. Even Xue Lang blinked, then grinned inwardly—Soul Ancestor kid? Easy.
Xue Lang sized up Yu Tianxin—genius, sure, but Rank 44 vs. 80? Child's play. "Agreed!"
Ning Rongrong whispered to her bodyguard Old Lu, "Who is Ye Xiu?"
Old Lu murmured, "He is said to be a reclusive powerhouse—at least Super Douluo. Also, a genius teacher. Before him, Yu Tianxin lagged in succession battles: 8 innate soul power vs. Yu Tianheng's 9. Yu Yuanzhen favored the other. Now? Tianxin dominates—He is also successor confirmed by all elders."
Awe struck Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing. Teacher potential?
Xue Lang rose, pressure lifting, wolfish grin splitting his face. "Kid, this'll be quick." He unleashed his Martial Soul—Spectral Golden Wolf King. Grey furry hands sprouted black claws, steel-rending and flesh-gouging.
Yu Tianxin smirked, battle-lust igniting.
Yu Tianxin smirked, battle-lust igniting. He released his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. A serpentine roar echoed—traditional Chinese dragon form: brown antlers crowning its head, sharp fangs bared, blue scaly skin crackling static, piercing red eyes glowing, long tail dominating its lithe body. Flowing blue cheek-hair whipped in wind, long barbels trailed, crescent nostrils flared from a draconic snout.
He used his Initial Skill: As his changed to sharp, slanted dark eyes narrowed predatorily. Dark blue, jagged scales erupted on his face, neck, and arms—arms morphing into razor dragon claws.
Rank 44 Soul Ancestor vs. Rank 80 Soul Saint? Perfect match for me.
Yu Tianxin activated Stage 1 Heavenly Lightning Body Technique: Cloak of Lightning. His body erupted in a crackling mantle of pale blue-white electricity—thin, flowing aura like a second skin, flickering with constant sparks and discharge arcs. Strands spiked upward rigidly, glowing white-hot, defying gravity amid ozone haze.
A subtle yellow-white luminescence pulsed from the cloak, illuminating dragon scales in ethereal light; thin lightning tendrils writhe outward, repelling attacks on contact.Bold, black zigzag underlines slashed beneath his sharp, slanted dark eyes—lightning bolt patterns amplifying his feral glare.
Begin!" Ye Xiu called. Five minutes ticked.
Xue Lang lunged—First Soul Skill: Golden Claw Strike. Claws gleamed molten gold, speed exploding 50% in a piercing blitz, pack-hunter style.
Yu Tianxin sped toward Xue Lang in a thunderclap dash, he blurred beyond tracking—not even enhanced eyes like Xue Lang's wolf gaze could follow.
Yu Tianxin met it head-on—Thunder Punch (1st ring). A blue-white streak vanished and rematerialized, fist smashing claws aside in an explosive clash. Sparks erupted violently; ground cratered. Cloak held firm, tendrils sizzling against metal—but Xue Lang's edge nicked his scale-clad arm, drawing a thin bloodline.
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing seeing this was shocked, Ning Rongrong questioned."How is his strength same as Soul Saint?"
Ye Xiu answered."This is done by storing Soul Power into one's hands or feet, and releasing it onto the target with pinpoint timing. With this strength, the user can decimate the ground or even kill opponents with a single strike. But to learn it one must have really high level of Soul Power control."
Zhu Zhuqing was in shock muttered."Amazing."
Ning Rongrong actually felt with this Support Typer like hers won't be vulnerable.
"Not bad, brat!" Xue Lang, but inside he was actually worried. Since he used more 80 of his strength and this brat was able to go toe to toe with him.
So Xue Land blurred—Second Soul Skill: Wolf Shadow Dash. Afterimages flanked from all sides, claws slashing relentlessly from shadows.
Yu Tianxin twisted his body completely to dodge the main strike—cloak's speed a flicker too quick for wolf eyes—deflecting glancing blows with crackling repulsion. But the overwhelming shadows pressed—reaction teetering on the edge. Not enough. He tapped peak Stage 1: Godspeed.
Lightning soul power fused into his meridians, spirit sense awakening as an instinctive guard. No mind delay—pure, electric surge.
Claws whiffed air; Yu Tianxin vanished, reappearing behind—Lightning Release: One Thousand Birds. Palm chirped with bird-like thunder, high-voltage spear stabbing Xue Lang's ribs. Metal fur sparked, barrier cracking.
Xue Lang roared—Third Soul Skill: Metal Fang Rend. Jaws unhinged grotesquely, corrosive metal soul power dripping like molten acid from razor fangs, lunging to shred Yu Tianxin in half.
Yu Tianxin evaded Godspeed-fast—instinctive warp leaving electric afterimage. Mid-dodge, he countered with Lightning Dragon Roar (2nd ring). Lightning coalesced in his draconic maw, fangs bared—then erupted as a concentrated, destructive beam. Wide-area devastation scorched earth black, ozone choking air.
Too fast for Xue Lang to fully evade. He tanked head-on, metallic fur vaporizing chunks. Blast hurled him back 20 meters, cratering a tree—wolf form smoking, limbs numbed/paralyzed by residual voltage. Claws twitched uselessly; he snarled through gritted teeth.
"Damn kid!" Xue Lang howled—Fourth Soul Skill: Golden Howl. A deafening sonic roar erupted, invisible expanding circles blasting outward like shockwaves. Force hurled debris, slamming air—enough to nearly blow foes away, forcing ears covered in agony.
Ning Rongrong winced, hands clamping ears; Zhu Zhuqing gritted teeth, phantom pain echoing.
Seizing the stagger, Xue Lang lunged, Golden Claw Strike claws extended to shred Yu Tianxin mid-air.
Godspeed instincts fired—sensing raw bloodlust. Y Tianxin contorted mid-leap, cloak tendrils repelling the fringes; he vaulted back, creating vital distance. Ground where he stood vaporized.
Panting, scales gleaming, he channeled Thundergod's Fury (3rd ring). Lightning essence doubled, soul power exploding 100%. Dragon scales jagged darker blue-black; air ionized crackling, thunderheads swirling overhead. Ambient power funneled—hair spiked fiercer, eyes blazing crimson.
Xue Lang summoned Fifth Soul Skill: Phantom Wolf Pack. Four golden clones swarmed, coordinated strikes mimicking wolf horde.
Yu Tianxin grinned—Sixty Million Volts Thunder Dragon (4th ring). Serpentine electricity dragon burst forth, coiling through clones. 60 million volts electrocuted pack and original alike; Xue Lang staggered, barrier flickering.
Three minutes down.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile guards shielded Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, eyes wide at the lightning storm.
"He's... holding a Soul Saint?!" Ning Rongrong gasped.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes narrowed, cat-like instincts dissecting the frenetic dance—blinding speed, chirping lances, serpentine blasts. She turned to Ye Xiu. "Those aren't standard spirit ring skills. Self-created soul skills?"
Ye Xiu nodded calmly. "I taught him those. Even Chidori is Self Made Soul skill, which is
all amplified by his Heavenly Lightning Body Technique."
Xue Lang, panting, erected Sixth Soul Skill: Metallic Aura Barrier—golden shield cloaking his bear-like bulk, agility intact.
"You fight like a freak!" He barreled—Seventh Soul Skill: Golden Wolf True Body. Four-meter avatar towered, stats doubled 200%: claws, fangs, speed monstrous.
Yu Tianxin, cloak crackling, Godspeed humming—hair upright, reflexes divine—dodged the avalanche charge. One minute left. Elements' Heart pulsing... ambient thunder calls.
Xue Lang pressed, barrier shrugging punches, rend-fangs snapping. Yu Tianxin weaved shadows, Thousand Birds grazing—time ticking. Knockout eluded, but the Soul Saint bled sweat and pride.
"Times up!" Ye Xiu ended it. Xue Lang collapsed, heaving. Yu Tianxin stood unscathed, eyes blazing growth.