A purple-gold thunder fist and a fierce bluish-purple dragon claw collided violently, without any flourish or wasted movement!
Boom—
The world fell silent. All senses were dominated by a sky-shattering, deafening roar that seemed to split the heavens apart.
Wild energy surged outward from the point of impact, sending a shockwave that carved several-meter-deep trenches into the ground, blasting rubble and debris in all directions like artillery shells. The aftershock caused nearby ruined stone pillars to collapse in a thunderous crash, shattering completely.
The stalemate lasted only for an instant.
"GRAAAAH!"
From the mouth of the massive dragon that Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into, came a piercing roar filled with pain, rage, and disbelief.
His forward momentum suddenly halted as an irresistible force coursed along his arm and thundered through his draconic body. In the next moment, his fierce dragon form was hurled away—like a rock launched by a catapult—at even greater speed and agony than when he arrived.
Splurt!
Unable to maintain his dragon shape any longer, Yu Yuanzhen was forced to exit his Martial Soul True Body midair, transforming back into a human. A mouthful of blood mixed with internal fragments spewed forth. His face instantly went pale, and his aura weakened tremendously.
He had been defeated!
His all-out attack had proven utterly powerless before the thunder giant's single strike. The power and will of destruction channeled in that purple-gold lightning far surpassed anything Yu Yuanzhen could comprehend.
Yet Chen Yi did not stop there.
His eyes, shining like lightning, were icy cold. Just before his feet touched the ground, at Yu Yuanzhen's moment of weakest breath, Chen Yi slowly raised his right hand.
Buzz—!
Purple-gold lightning instantly converged, condensing into a colossal thunder hand that seemed to blot out the sky. Ancient thunder patterns were visible on this enormous palm, radiating a terrifying aura that could seemingly crush anything.
In the blink of an eye, the massive hand slammed down mercilessly upon Yu Yuanzhen, still hanging in the air.
Even before the thunder hand reached him, the suffocating pressure and aura of death had already seized his body.
"No—!!"
Sensing imminent death, Yu Yuanzhen's final moments were filled with a desperate, mournful scream. He refused to accept it! He was the Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—a titled Douluo! How could he die so humiliatingly at the hands of a brat?
Survival instincts raging, Yu Yuanzhen mustered the last of his strength, ignoring the terrifying backlash from his ruptured internal meridians, forcibly retreating midair. He poured every drop of his remaining soul power into his fist.
A faint bluish-purple lightning flickered once more on his fist, yet it was far too dim. With what would be his final and weakest strike, Yu Yuanzhen punched up at the descending thunder palm.
"Break…!"
The pale bluish-purple lightning, like a moth drawn to a furious flame, struck the massive purple-gold hand that filled the sky.
Crack—
It slowed the palm's descent by only a negligible amount, causing an almost invisible ripple before being completely swallowed by the infinite thunder.
The last glimmer in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes was extinguished.
At that moment, the massive thunder palm pressed down without any further resistance.
Boom—
The enormous hand slammed into the ground, shaking all of Thunder Dragon Valley violently. At the same time, a gigantic hand-shaped crater, several meters deep and over thirty meters in diameter, appeared out of nowhere.
The bottom of the pit was charred black, the dirt and rocks all instantly vitrified by intense heat, with wisps of blue smoke rising.
Silence filled the hall.
Whether it was the remaining Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan members, distant onlookers of various factions, or even the Body Sect disciples—everyone seemed to have their breath caught in their throats and their eyes wide, staring at the crater where the purple-gold thunder was slowly fading, leaving only the gigantic palm print behind.
The people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan stared into the abyss, as if hoping their patriarch—who had ruled for decades—might somehow rise from it…
Far away, among the shadows, powerhouses, spies, and even Bo Saixi atop the peak, all watched this scene with deep shock.
A youth who had only just entered the Soul Sage Realm, who had released his Martial Soul True Body, had just defeated—and apparently killed—a veteran Titled Douluo in a single blow?!
It was nothing short of a miracle overturning thousands of years of "common sense" in the world of Soul Masters—a divine miracle!
As the colossal thunder hand, forged of lightning, slowly rose and vanished, everyone's gaze fixated on the center of that palm print.
There was nothing left.
No blood, no remains, certainly no trace of Yu Yuanzhen. The once mighty Master of one of the Three Top Sects had been utterly annihilated by the divine purple-gold thunder, his body erased from existence!
Only after the giant hand withdrew did three strange bones begin quietly spinning within the palm, crackling with electricity.
Yu Yuanzhen, who had held a Level 95 Titled Douluo title and ruled the continent's sects for decades, had been defeated in just two moves by an eighteen-year-old who had only just reached Soul Sage.
"No… Impossible… How could the sect master lose…?"
"It's fake… It must all be fake…sob sob sob…"
"It's over… It's all over…"
After a brief silence, heartbroken cries erupted from the remaining Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan. Their last pillar, their ultimate hope, had been utterly destroyed before their eyes. Many collapsed onto the ground, staring blankly ahead.
"Young sect master—invincible!!"
"Hahaha! The might of our Young sect master is unmatched!!"
"Defeating a Titled Douluo in just two moves—unprecedented! Our sect will flourish evermore!!"
In stark contrast to the despair of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, cheers and celebrations burst from the Body Sect camp. Disciples and elders alike shouted with excitement, their faces flushed red. A youth, freshly entered the Soul Sage Realm, had defeated a veteran Titled Douluo in overwhelming fashion. This was not just Chen Yi's personal victory, but a declaration of his sect's strength and foundation.
From this day, Chen Yi would surely become one of the top experts on the continent, and the glory of the Body Sect would reach a new peak thanks to him!
Amid the celebratory uproar, the true figure of Thunder God—dormant within Chen Yi—slowly faded as the purple-gold lightning returned into his body, reverting him to his true form. Floating midair, he idly twirled his spoils, his gaze calmly sweeping across the remaining Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan members below, their faces now abnormally pale and their wails piercing the air.
Then, Chen Yi's voice rang out, echoing coldly across the battlefield, utterly crushing both the cheers and cries:
"Let none survive."
The emotionless words instantly silenced the victorious Body Sect, and brought an abrupt, final end to the desperate pleading of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan.
After a moment's pause—
"Ahhhhh!!!"
"Kill—!!!"
"Avenge brother! Wipe away our sect's humiliation!"
No longer able to restrain themselves, members of the Body Sect unleashed an earth-shaking war cry, charging down at the soul masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—who had lost all will to fight.
"Young Master Chen, spare us! We surrender, we surrender!!"
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan vows to serve the Body Sect as our lord! Our descendants will be your slaves, your servants, if only you let us live!"
"Young sect master, please! Have mercy, have mercy!!"
In the face of overwhelming death, even elders, stewards, and ordinary clan members howled their final, desperate pleas.
They fell repeatedly to their knees, offering abject surrender in the hopes of exchanging it for even the faintest chance of survival.
"Grandpa will help you!"
A thunderous, blood-drenched roar erupted. Zhu Hai appeared like a ghost before a prostrate, weeping elder and, without giving him a chance to react, unleashed a vicious knee to his face, channeling all his hatred and soul power.
Crack!
A sickening sound echoed. The elder's face collapsed before he could even scream and was smashed to the ground—dying instantly.
"Kill them all!!"
With hair and beard bristling, and eyes bloodshot, Zhu Hai looked like a madman.
"Not a single one left alive! Not a blade of grass! Avenge the brothers who died before! Atone for the suffering the boy Jing Ling endured!"
"Kill—!!!"
Like a wolf among sheep, Zhu Hai unleashed fists and kicks, sending flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Soon after, Chen Zhen and the other renowned clansmen of Spirit City cast aside their pride and joined in. Seeing the enemy's utter terror, they no longer cared about one-on-one duels or bullying the weak. Chen Zhen, radiating golden light, tore through dozens of opposing soul masters, his punches bursting them into clouds of blood and gore.
Xie Xiaoqing flicked her jade-like hand—her burning heart's flames spread like invisible threads, instantly igniting the souls and spirit power of dozens of enemies, turning them into shrieking balls of fire.
Realizing the utter hopelessness, Yu Luomian's eyes sharpened with resolve. He suddenly burned his essence blood and tried to drag several Body Sect experts into death with him.
"Hmph."
Xie Xiaoqing coldly flicked a strand of inner flame from her fingertip, precisely piercing Yu Luomian's burning body.
"Aah—!!"
Yu Luomian's scream cut short. The rampaging spirit power within him abruptly fell out of control, as the strand of heart-fire incinerated his essence blood. Flames erupted from within, then Chen Zhen's punch scattered him into a cloud of blood and sparks.
Yu Xiaoqiang's fate was even more tragic. He tried to resist at the last moment but was sliced in half by Elder Qing Yun's sword. In an instant, bone-chilling energy burst from the blade, transforming his bisected body into a frozen sculpture that fell from the sky—only to be trampled into fragments and minced meat by the Body Sect disciples below.
Thus, in Thunder Dragon Valley—once a symbol of glory, now a living hell—an efficient and one-sided slaughter unfolded.
Screams, wails, desperate pleas, and crazed shouts of "Kill!" mingled to form a symphony of hell.
Blood soaked the ground, forming rivers that poured into the massive hand-shaped pit, slowly filling it.
Under the occasional flashes of lightning breaking through the distant clouds, the valley was utterly transformed into hell on earth.
On the monument marking the clan's thousand-year lineage, a grey 'Grandmaster's Tail' clung to the cold stone, trembling faintly in the bloody wind.
PS: The hate on Xiaogang's little brother is too much. lol
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