Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Abyss Sword, Peerless Prodigy

Chapter 47 Yu Yuanzhen Arrives!

He successfully broke through to the Soul Master level, unlocked his fourth Soul Skill, and his combat power increased dramatically.

Tang Hao slowly opened his eyes, the arrogance in them fading, leaving only composure and sharpness.

Holding the Haotian Hammer, its shaft hummed deeply, its domineering power sweeping across the entire arena, several times stronger than before.

"Lin Han, I've broken through to the Soul Master level."

Tang Hao murmured softly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit, "Next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you with the Clear Sky Hammer and reclaim my glory!"

Outside the secret realm, Tang Cang sensed Tang Hao's aura and smiled with satisfaction: "Good lad, you really didn't disappoint me. A level 40 Soul Master at fifteen years old, unprecedented in the Clear Sky Sect! Lin Han, you have a worthy opponent."

Inside the Pope's Hall of the Spirit Hall.

Qian Xunji looked at Yu Tianxin, who was being escorted over, his face ashen: "Yu Tianxin, how dare you! You actually dared to break into the Spirit Hall alone, disturb Lin Han's cultivation, and attack him. Do you really think the Spirit Hall is a pushover?"

Despite being covered in wounds, Yu Tianxin remained defiant and unyielding: "Qian Xunji, Lin Han injured and humiliated me. What's wrong with me seeking revenge? If you have the guts, kill me. My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will avenge me!"

"Killing you would only sully the Spirit Hall's territory."

Qian Xunji sneered, "Guards, strip him of one of his spirit rings and expel him from the Spirit Hall. Inform the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that if any disciple dares to trespass again, don't blame the Spirit Hall for being impolite!"

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

The palace guards stepped forward, destroyed Yu Tianxin's third soul ring, and dragged him down the mountain.

Yu Tianxin's screams gradually faded into the distance.

Qian Xunji remained somber and muttered, "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is increasingly disregarding the Spirit Hall. Qian Daoliu, we should teach them a lesson."

Qian Daoliu, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them and said calmly, "No rush. Lin Han has just broken through and is in the golden period of cultivation. It is not advisable to launch a sect war. Since the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan dared to provoke us, we will endure it for now and deal with them all at once after Lin Han breaks through to the Soul Sect."

Qian Xunji nodded, his sharp edge concealed: "You're right. Lin Han is the future of the Spirit Hall; we can't let the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan hinder his cultivation."

Within the Sword Heart Secret Realm, Lin Han had already stabilized his cultivation at level thirty-eight.

He stood up, stretched his limbs, and felt the surging soul power and powerful sword intent within his body, filled with joy.

He understood that his growth was inseparable from the support of the Spirit Hall, the cultivation of Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji, and even more so from the inspiration of his rival, Tang Hao.

He gazed towards Haotian Mountain, his eyes filled with anticipation: "Tang Hao, you must have broken through too, right? I await your challenge. This time, I will show you that the sharpness of a sword is something a hammer cannot withstand!"

Sunlight streamed through the cracks in the secret realm, illuminating Lin Han's white robes with a faint golden glow.

The Dragon Abyss Sword hummed softly in his hand, anticipating the next duel.

At this time, inside the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.

When the news spread that Yu Tianxin's soul rings had been removed and she had been expelled from the Spirit Hall, the sect was in an uproar.

Looking at his severely injured son, Yu Yuanzhen was filled with anger and humiliation: "Lin Han! Spirit Hall! My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will never let you get away with this!"

A new crisis is brewing.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's revenge, Tang Hao's renewed challenge, and the covetous eyes of various sects are all testing Lin Han and the Spirit Hall.

But Lin Han was fearless.

His sword became increasingly sharp, and his combat prowess increasingly formidable.

At the level 38 Soul Master, he is steadily progressing towards becoming a Soul Grandmaster.

In the future, he will surely crush all opponents in the name of the sword, protect the glory of the Spirit Hall, and write his own legend.

A gentle breeze caresses the Sword Heart Secret Realm.

The white-robed swordsman, his sharp edge fully revealed, awaits the arrival of the next storm.

"Yu Yuanzhen, Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, requests an audience with the Pope of the Spirit Hall!"

A deep and domineering voice boomed like thunder above the Spirit Hall, carrying the terrifying pressure of a level 95 Title Douluo, instantly sweeping across the entire Papal Palace.

Lin Han, who was consolidating his cultivation in the Sword Heart Secret Realm, suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

"Yu Yuanzhen? He arrived quickly."

He sheathed his sword and stood up, his white robes fluttering in the wind. The Dragon Abyss Sword hummed slightly in its sheath, as if sensing the rising fighting spirit in its master's heart.

With his cultivation at level thirty-eight completely stabilized, the lightning power and sword intent of the ten-thousand-year black ring fused more and more perfectly. With the support of the Demon-Slaying Sword Embryo and the Angelic Sword Tassel, even though he only had three rings, he was confident enough to face the pressure of a Title Douluo.

"I want to see how this Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan leader will seek justice for his good-for-nothing son."

Lin Han moved swiftly, his white robes billowing like a startled swan, and sped towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

The atmosphere in Papal Square was extremely heavy.

Qian Xunji sat upright in the main seat, his golden-white papal robes fluttering without wind, his nine soul rings pulsating slowly, and the aura of a titled Douluo was released without any concealment, standing shoulder to shoulder with the blue figure in mid-air.

Qian Daoliu did not appear, but Lin Han knew that the divine sense of this Grand Elder must have already enveloped the entire Papal Palace.

If Yu Yuanzhen dares to make any unusual moves, he will be met with a thunderous strike from a level 99 peerless Douluo.

Bibi Dong stood beside Qian Xunji, her purple dress flowing gracefully, the aura of her twin martial souls growing ever stronger under the blessing of the Spider God Meditation Technique.

She was already a level 27 Great Soul Master, and her progress was rapid. At this moment, facing the pressure of a Title Douluo, although her face was slightly pale, she still stood tall and did not flinch in the slightest.

On both sides of the square, three of the seven deities have already arrived, while the remaining four, though not yet revealed, have already locked onto the area with their presence.

The true strength of the Spirit Hall was revealed at this moment.

In mid-air, Yu Yuanzhen stood on lightning, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul attached to him. His body was covered in dragon scales and surrounded by lightning. Nine standard-equipped Soul Rings swirled around him, emanating a terrifying aura that made people's hearts tremble.

Beside him, Yu Tianxin floated, her face full of resentment. Her third spirit ring, which had been destroyed, was empty, and her aura was weak. Her eyes were filled with hatred as she looked at the Spirit Hall members.

"Qian Xunji!" Yu Yuanzhen spoke in a deep voice, his tone icy, "My son Tianxin may have made mistakes, but they don't warrant this! You've destroyed his soul rings and severed his foundation; are you trying to start a war with my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

Qian Xunji sneered, showing no sign of backing down: "Yu Yuanzhen, you're quite adept at turning the tables! Your son trespassed into the Spirit Hall, disturbing my disciples' cultivation, and even launched a sneak attack with murderous intent! I spared his life out of consideration for the past reputation of our two sects!"

"you!"

Yu Yuanzhen's face turned ashen, and the lightning around him grew even more violent.

He knew perfectly well that Yu Tian felt guilty.

But that was his own son, and he couldn't swallow the humiliation of having his soul rings removed.

"Teacher, there's no need to say anything more to him."

A clear and steady voice came from behind the square.

All eyes turned to that direction.

Lin Han, dressed in white, with the Dragon Abyss Sword slung across his waist, slowly walked into the center of the square.

The three soul rings—one yellow, one purple, and one black—pulsated slowly around him. The black ten-thousand-year soul ring exuded a powerful aura of thunder, subtly echoing the thunderous power of Yu Yuanzhen in mid-air, yet it was in no way inferior.

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