Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 232 Liu Erlong is expelled from Blue Tyrant Academy
Let's rewind to noon that day, at Blue Tyrant Academy.

At a landfill on the back hill, the sun made the corrugated iron roof scorch.

Thick smoke billowed and flames shot into the sky.

Liu Erlong was standing beside the garbage heap, her eyes fixed sharply on the raging flames before her, the orange-red light reflecting off her somewhat sinister face.

However, she was not simply burning garbage.

Instead, he burned the garbage while using his soul power, seemingly activating a soul skill.

However, none of the spirit rings under her feet lit up; only a fire dragon made of flames bared its fangs and leaped along with the raging fire.

"Hmph, this temperature isn't enough!"

Liu Erlong snorted coldly, and then suddenly swung his right hand.

A crimson tongue of fire roared out from her palm.

Then, as if fueled by gasoline, the phantom of the fire dragon spewed flames from its mouth, increasing its temperature even further, and spewed out a jet of fire.

The moment the leaping flames touched the garbage, they instantly incinerated all the remaining trash, turning even the incinerator and the tin shack to ashes.

It turns out that she was using the opportunity of burning garbage to cultivate her self-created soul skill.

Ever since she lost to Shui Qing'er, she has been holding a grudge.

Although Blue Tyrant Academy assigned her to cleaning work, and she seemed to accept it, she was actually biding her time and looking for an opportunity to avenge her previous humiliation.

So over the years, she has never given up her cultivation. In addition to meditation, she also seeks opportunities to practice fire control techniques.

Although he was frequently interrupted by the cleaning lady, he still managed to break through to the level 78 Soul Saint realm.

Now, he has mastered this self-created soul skill, called the Roar of the Fiery Dragon.

It is a single-target attack soul skill that concentrates all the soul power of the Fire Dragon Martial Soul into one point, unleashing extremely high-temperature flames with power comparable to the ultimate flame.

Seeing that he had mastered his self-created soul skill, Liu Erlong clenched his fists, his eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Hmph, Shui Qing'er, I'm going to win this time!"

She quickly dusted herself off and strode toward the school playground.

After enduring humiliation and hardship for many years, Liu Erlong decided to seek revenge on Shui Qing'er! He would then leave in style, leaving this wretched place with a dashing silhouette!

At this moment, on the playground.

Shui Qing'er stood among a group of students, patiently explaining the techniques for controlling ice-attribute soul power.

"The key to the circulation of ice-attribute soul power actually lies in the degree of soul power concentration."

As she spoke, Shui Qing'er lightly tapped her fingertips, and as a wisp of cold air condensed into a delicate ice flower in the air, she continued:
"You see, condensing soul power is not just about achieving a low temperature, but about compressing the soul power to its limit in order to unleash its greatest power."

"This principle applies to most types of soul power, including not only ice and cold, but also fire, lightning, and hybrid types."

After saying that, Shui Qing'er scattered the ice flowers, and instantly the surrounding air temperature dropped by more than ten degrees Celsius.

The students watched intently, their eyes filled with admiration.

"Alright, it's your turn now. Everyone, stand apart, release your soul power, and try to condense it."

Just then, everyone felt a scorching heat approaching.

"Shui Qing'er!"

Liu Erlong's voice was like a thunderclap, instantly shattering the classroom order.

The students were startled and turned around to see Liu Erlong striding towards them.

Even though she didn't release her martial soul, she channeled her soul power around her, making her look menacing.

Even the grass underfoot was shriveled and yellowed due to the high temperature.

Shui Qing'er frowned slightly, but quickly regained her composure and said coldly, "What's wrong? Do you need something from me?"

"Of course there is something!"

Liu Erlong sneered and pointed his finger directly at Shui Qing'er.

"I want to fight you again!" As soon as she finished speaking, seven spirit rings lit up beneath her feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

The moment the martial spirit possessed her, fine dragon scales appeared on her forehead, and her long hair moved without wind, like a burning flame.

There was an uproar.

"A Soul Saint! The head of our academy's cleaning department is actually a Soul Saint!"

"My God, she's just a cleaning lady! How can she be so capable?"

The students had never seen Liu Erlong unleash her martial spirit before, and they were shocked and began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Shui Qing'er was also somewhat surprised to see this.

Over the years, as she has grown older, her cultivation speed has gradually slowed down.

In addition to accompanying the children in their cultivation and being busy with the academy's teaching duties, she is only at level 77 now.

But if she were to fight Liu Erlong again, she would still be fearless.

She was in the middle of class and was suddenly interrupted, which made her extremely unhappy.

Immediately, Shui Qing'er sighed and said impatiently, "The children are in class, I don't have time to fool around with you, we can talk after school."

Upon hearing this, Liu Erlong's anger intensified.

"Nonsense? When you publicly humiliated me back then, why didn't you call it nonsense? Enough with the nonsense!"

As she finished speaking, the flames on her body suddenly surged, and the heat wave hit them, forcing the surrounding students to retreat one after another.

Shui Qing'er frowned slightly and released her soul power to protect the students.

Liu Erlong's actions showed no regard for whether he would hurt the students.

She formed her right hand into a claw, and her third soul ring suddenly shone brightly, unleashing the "Crimson Dragon Burning Heaven Claw!" which was about to strike Shui Qing'er and the group of students.

Just as Shui Qing'er was about to react, a deep voice suddenly came from behind the crowd:
"She doesn't have to fight you."

The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly silencing the restless playground and even stopping Liu Erlong's movements.

Everyone turned around and saw that Yu Xiaolie had been standing not far away, arms crossed, with a calm expression.

They seemed to be heading to some formal place when they suddenly noticed the commotion at the academy, and thus changed their plans and came here.

Liu Erlong's pupils contracted, but he quickly gritted his teeth and said, "Why should I? This is a personal grudge between her and me!"

Yu Xiaolie raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife: "Based on what I said, you are not qualified to fight her."

After saying that, nine soul rings rose up one by one from beneath Yu Xiaolie's feet.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, red! Red! Red!

The three blood-red, 100,000-year soul rings exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, as if even the air itself had frozen.

The students stared in disbelief, bursting into gasps of astonishment.

The Dragon God Douluo's incredible Soul Ring configuration!

Three 100,000-year soul rings—they are awe-inspiring and terrifying!
This is incredible.

The next second, a terrifying pressure, as if it had eyes, bypassed Shui Qing'er and the students and suddenly descended on Liu Erlong alone!
Before Liu Erlong could react, he was blasted away by Yu Xiaolie and crashed heavily onto the grass dozens of meters away.

She struggled to her feet, her face pale, her eyes filled with disbelief: "You...you really trained Luo Sanpao...to become a Title Douluo?"

Although she had long heard that Yu Xiaolie had become the youngest Title Douluo, seeing it with her own eyes still felt unbelievable.

In particular, the impact of Yu Xiaolie's last three blood-red 100,000-year soul rings left her stunned for a long time.

Liu Erlong vaguely remembered that Yu Xiaogang had told her that Luo Sanpao's variant was inferior and could not be cultivated to a powerful level.

Even a few years ago, when they traveled the continent together, it was only through the combined efforts of the three of them that they could use the Martial Soul Fusion Technique to summon the Golden Sacred Dragon, while Yu Xiaolie did not need to at all.

Yu Xiaolie did not answer, but coldly said:
"Liu Erlong, get out of Blue Tyrant Academy."

(End of this chapter)