"You will pay for your arrogance!"
A dazzling blue light erupted from Yu Tianxin's forehead, instantly spreading across his entire body. Streaks of blue-purple lightning burst forth like serpents, coiling and writhing around him.
His arms swelled, covered in blue-purple dragon scales, each joint thick and powerful. Two yellow and two purple soul rings hovered around his arms.
This was the exclusive talent of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon—Dragonification!
Upon reaching the Titled Douluo realm, one could truly transform into a dragon. It was precisely this ability that earned the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon the title of the Number One Beast Martial Soul in the World.
"Third Soul Skill—Wrath of the Thunder God!"
An intense blue light solidified around Yu Tianxin like armor. Without hesitation, he activated his third soul skill, determined to crush Shen An with overwhelming force.
He wanted Shen An to understand—no one could look down on a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul master. The fact that Shen An was holding a cat while fighting him with one hand only fueled his fury.
Shen An also sensed the immense pressure—far greater than the previous "Thunder Annihilation." It was enough to make him take this seriously.
His Pale Azure Sword Eyes and "Chasing Wind and Lightning" activated silently. Unlike Yu Tianxin, he didn't feel the need to shout his moves—that just seemed a bit cringey to him.
Yu Tianxin charged at Shen An like an unstoppable force, his overwhelming draconic aura making him resemble a humanoid tyrannical dragon.
The Thunder Academy members below the stage had already begun cheering for him, while the other four great academies watched in awe at his terrifying momentum.
But in the next second—
Amidst the dense lightning, a streak of azure sword light suddenly flashed. Just as Yu Tianxin closed in to attack, he was sent flying backward.
His dragon-scaled arms were shattered, his chest bleeding profusely, his breathing faint and unsteady.
Feng Xiaotian stared in disbelief. "When did he attack?!" Despite his keen eyesight, all he saw was a single sword flash—nothing more.
Meanwhile, Shen An was inwardly relieved. 'That was close. Good thing I turned the blade's edge into its flat side at the last moment—otherwise, he would've lost both arms.'
Though he appeared calm in battle, his focus was razor-sharp.
After the Ice and Fire Tempering, the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass had become even sharper than before. This forced Shen An to hold back—otherwise, a single careless move could be fatal.
The fight was over, but the act wasn't. His goal here was to gain fame and reputation points, after all.
Shen An deliberately sighed. "Yu Tianxin of Thunder Academy… is just so-so. Are none of the five great academies any good? And you call yourselves the top institutions of the Heaven Dou Empire?"
Huo Wu, the most hot-tempered of them all, couldn't stand his taunts. She immediately wanted to storm the stage and teach him a lesson, but Feng Xiaotian stopped her.
Feng Xiaotian's expression was grim. "Sister Huo Wu, Yu Tianxin is no weaker than us, yet he was defeated in an instant. And Shen An didn't even move a single step."
"In a one-on-one, none of us stand a chance. Not to mention, he's only been using one hand this entire time."
Huo Wu clenched her fists. "Even if we can't win, we still have to fight! Are we just going to let him humiliate the five great academies like this?"
Shen An watched as the crowd below seethed with anger but hesitated to challenge him. Time to pour some oil on the fire.
"Since no one dares to come up, how about this? Each of the five great academies sends one representative. One-on-one is just too easy for me."
Huo Wu's eyes practically spat flames. "Feng Xiaotian, let's go. We're taking him down!"
Feng Xiaotian was also furious. He admitted Shen An was strong, but this level of arrogance was too much.
Gritting his teeth, he shouted, "Shen An, you asked for this! Since you openly mock the five great academies, don't blame us for ganging up on you!"
"Hu Yanli! Lei Dong! Shui Bing'er! With me—NOW!"
Feng Xiaotian directly called upon the strongest from each academy. With Yu Tianxin defeated, Lei Dong took his place.
"Wow, Sister, he's so cool!" Shui Yue'er gushed, ignoring Shui Bing'er's dark expression.
Shui Bing'er sighed. "He just insulted all five great academies, and you're still fangirling over him? Whose side are you on?"
On the stage, Shen An stood alone against the five strongest geniuses of the Heaven Dou Empire.
As he faced them, a surge of battle intent rose within him. The most talented youths in Heaven Dou… I wonder if they can give me some real pressure.
Hu Yanli took the front, his massive frame serving as a shield. Feng Xiaotian soared into the air with his wings, while Shui Bing'er, Huo Wu, and Lei Dong stood at the rear. A crushing wave of soul power pressed down on Shen An.
"Shen An, your arrogance ends here. The five of us together could even fight a Soul Emperor!" Huo Wu hissed, her flaming shadow already gathering power behind her.
Shen An smirked. "Enough talk. Let's see what you've got."
A sword intent burst from his body as his three soul rings merged into the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, materializing two additional azure flying swords.
With a cat in one arm and a sword in the other, two streaks of azure light swirling around him, Shen An's presence was unmatched.
Against these dazzling geniuses, his aura not only held firm—it surpassed theirs.
Xue Qinghe's eyes shimmered with admiration.
As the possessor of a Divine Martial Soul, she should have been like Shen An—a peerless genius standing in the sun, dominating her generation.
But because of the usurpation plan, she had to erase her true identity, living as the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, forced into politics for the sake of the throne.
Her gaze lingered on Shen An, as if she were living vicariously through him.
"Come at me!" Shen An roared.
In an instant—
Azure light. Flames. Lightning. Ice.
The stage erupted in a storm of elemental fury.
Hu Yanli, famed for his defense, couldn't withstand three strikes before being sent flying, his bones shattered.
Feng Xiaotian, renowned for speed and strength, struggled against the Nine-Leaf Sword's phantom strikes until his wings were riddled with wounds, forcing his retreat.
Huo Wu's flames and Shui Bing'er's ice? Useless against Shen An, who had consumed two immortal herbs.
Lei Dong's restraints? A joke before the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass's extreme sharpness. His so-called "God-Binding Rings" shattered on contact.
The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass split flames, shattered ice. Huo Wu was struck down, her shoulder fractured.
Of the five, only Shui Bing'er remained unharmed—but with a flying sword hovering at her brow, she had no choice but to admit defeat.
The students of the five great academies paled, their faces filled with despair. The ones on stage were their strongest elites, yet even when teaming up, they were utterly crushed by someone with lower soul power.
It was as if their beliefs had been shattered.
The entire arena fell into dead silence.
Even Xue Qinghe was stunned. She knew she could defeat those five, but not with such ease.
"Meow~"
A cat's lazy yawn broke the silence.
Tom, finally waking up from his nap, stretched his paws one by one, even popping out his claws in satisfaction.
Then—
He froze.
Wait… where am I?
Why is everyone staring at me like they want to eat me?!
Cat is scared. Help.