Volume One, Chapter 12: The Slaughter of the Blue-Electric Tyrannosaurus Clan

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Yet, just as the coiling dragon staff surged forward with overwhelming force, striking directly above Fang Yuan’s head, a startling scene unfolded—Fang Yuan did not dodge. Instead, he merely sneered coldly, his figure unmoving as if a rock standing firm against the wind.

The shadow of the staff, like a dragon, upon nearing half a foot from his body, was gently repelled by an invisible barrier, causing faint ripples barely visible to the naked eye.

“How is this possible? A mere lowborn can withstand my soul skill?”

The Demon-Slaying Douluo’s face changed drastically. He could sense his soul power dissipating like a stone sinking into the sea the moment it touched that barrier. Fang Yuan’s eyes gleamed strangely in the night, a faint smile curling his lips—he had anticipated this sudden attack long ago. “What’s the matter? Even I, a lowborn, cannot be killed? Let me measure the strength of you two brothers then.”

Fang Yuan moved, stepping forward slightly. He slowly raised his hands, palms facing upward, as if about to lift a weight of a thousand pounds.

A low rumble of thunder sounded through the air. Then, two plain but devastatingly powerful fist shadows burst forth from his palms. Where the fist winds swept, space seemed to tear apart, carrying an indescribable force that struck directly at the two Douluo.

Instinctively, Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo knew they could not resist this fist shadow head-on without certain death!

But the fists came too swiftly for any reaction. The two offerings hastily unleashed their soul skills to defend, light scattering in all directions as soul powers clashed with the fist shadows, producing a deafening roar, dust billowing to cover half the night sky. The force was nearly enough to alarm the outer disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect. Fortunately, the Four Sons of the King’s Banner had already set up a Death Barrier. Unless there was a tremendous disturbance, no sound could penetrate to the sect.

As the dust settled, Fang Yuan’s figure emerged. His robes fluttered lightly, a confident smile still playing at his lips, but his eyes held a chill. He was unscathed; only the hem of his clothing was slightly soiled.

The two who had endured Fang Yuan’s twin fist shadows were not so lucky. Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo staggered, faces pale as paper, blood still drying at the corners of their mouths. They had clearly suffered grave internal injuries. The contempt once in their eyes vanished, replaced by clarity—they finally understood why She Long had brought this seemingly powerless youth along. Fang Yuan was the true deadly weapon.

Fang Yuan’s gaze, cold as a frozen star, swept over the two. He spoke sharply: “So-called Title Douluo are nothing in my eyes. Even if Bibi Dong herself descended today, if she refuses to cooperate, I would slay her all the same! The fist shadows just now were a warning. I advise you to tread carefully.”

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“We understand. Forgive our earlier impudence, Brother Fang Yuan. Please pardon us,” Qianjun Douluo and Demon-Slaying Douluo bowed deeply, their eyes devoid of the previous disdain. As worthy offerings of the Martial Soul Hall, they knew when to yield. Had this been Chrysanthemum Douluo or Ghost Douluo, they might have died again.

“All right, enough delay. That prick Cuttlefish has been temporarily reassigned by the Pope to ambush at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. This soul hunting operation now has only four Title Douluo. The Four Sons of the King’s Banner’s soul fusion technique ‘Death Barrier’ lasts for half an hour. Elder Jiu is even lying in wait inside to support us. We just need to force our way through,” She Long quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, not wanting to anger Fang Yuan, whom he regarded as a Buddha-like figure.

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Meanwhile, within the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect.

“Grandpa, the fireworks tonight are so beautiful.”

“I know, Tianyuan is a good boy. Grandpa has matters to attend to now; I’ll come back to play with you later, alright?”

“Okay, Grandpa, goodbye!”

The child shook a small bronze drum, waving unsteadily before disappearing down the courtyard corridor.

The man just called ‘Grandpa’ immediately shed his gentle expression, his face growing grave. Two faintly visible dragon horns revealed his authority. Indeed, he was Yu Yuanzhen, sect leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect.

“We’ve just received news of an enemy attack on the outer sect. It looks like the Martial Soul Hall has made their move. I must go to the back mountain to oversee the situation!”

Yu Yuanzhen’s figure flashed as he sped toward the back mountain. There, his silhouette blazed like a blue flame, like a falling meteor.

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Anxious in his heart, his steps swift, yet his face retained the calm befitting a sect leader. In such a crisis, he could not afford to panic.

When Yu Yuanzhen appeared in the back mountain conference room, other senior leaders gradually arrived. They nodded slightly toward him, expressions varied.

Yu Yuanzhen was not one to procrastinate. Sitting at the head of the table, he spoke in a deep voice: “The outer sect just reported that the Martial Soul Hall has begun invading our territory. After all these years, those wolves’ ambitions have finally surfaced. I wonder if any of you elders have good strategies? Speak freely; let us pool our wisdom.”

Yet no one dared respond. Silence filled the room. Everyone exchanged glances, believing this was a losing battle. After all, the Martial Soul Hall boasted over a dozen Title Douluo, while the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect had only Yu Yuanzhen himself. Numerically, it was no contest.

Seeing the elders’ low morale, Yu Yuanzhen’s anxiety deepened. He took a deep breath, suppressing his unease, and continued: “The situation is urgent. I’ve decided the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Sect will go on full alert and prepare for battle. I will personally go to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect to request reinforcements.”

“Think carefully, Sect Leader!” At this moment, a bearded middle-aged man stepped forward. Respectfully kneeling on one knee, he pressed his hands together and said, “If this is a Martial Soul Hall ruse to lure you away, our people here will be wiped out tonight! I suggest you hold fast here and send all core disciples north to the snowfields, so our sect does not perish.”

Yu Yuanzhen pursed his lips and stroked his chin thoughtfully. The bearded man’s words were not without reason. Reinforcements likely would not arrive in time, and with the outer sect fallen so quickly, Yu Yuanzhen was cut off from the outside world, unaware of the situation at the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. He could only act cautiously.

“In that case, everyone, listen carefully. Gather all inner sect members at the back mountain and release the agreed-upon fireworks signal to the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect. If they see it, they will surely send aid.”

Yu Yuanzhen arranged everything methodically. He could only do his part; the rest was up to fate.