Chapter 28 Projection: Wei Yuan Overwhelms Yu Yuanzhen, the Terrifying Power of the Ancestor of Dragons!
Immediately afterward, the golden canopy in the sky expanded infinitely, transforming into a colossal arena that stretched across the heavens.
The arena was composed of golden light, its edges shrouded in mist, exuding holiness and majesty.
On one side of the arena, Yu Yuanzhen's figure appeared.
He was burly, with an imposing aura, nine spirit rings spiraling upwards, radiating a suffocating pressure.
On the other side of the arena, light and shadow converged, and the figure of a handsome young man dressed in black, with eyes as calm as the starry sea, slowly solidified.
It was Wei Yuan's projection!
Nine spirit rings also rose beneath Wei Yuan's feet, their configuration identical to Yu Yuanzhen's, and his spirit power level clearly displayed as level 95.
"Come on!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared, without hesitation, unleashing his strongest form.
"Secret Technique, Dragon Transformation!"
In an instant, violent lightning engulfed Yu Yuanzhen.
Yu Yuanzhen's body rapidly expanded amidst the lightning, blue dragon scales covering his entire body, transforming him into a towering Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, tens of meters tall!
"Roar—!"
The dragon's roar shook the heavens as Yu Yuanzhen, carrying immense thunder, charged towards Wei Yuan's projection!
Faced with this world-destroying attack, Wei Yuan's projection simply stood still, not even activating his Martial Soul True Body.
Wei Yuan merely slowly raised his right hand, a cluster of purplish-gold flames quietly igniting in his palm.
The flame was small, yet it seemed to contain a terrifying power capable of incinerating everything.
"The difference in bloodlines cannot be compensated for by rank."
A calm and indifferent voice emanated from Wei Yuan's projection, resounding throughout the entire Sky Arena.
The next moment, the lightning dragon that Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into collided violently with the small purplish-gold flame!
The entire Sky Arena was instantly engulfed by blue and purple light!
However, the expected earth-shattering energy collision and explosion did not occur.
At the center of the blinding light, a scene unfolded that no soul master in the entire Douluo Continent could comprehend.
The thunder dragon that Yu Yuanzhen had transformed into, with its raging lightning capable of tearing mountains and evaporating rivers, was instantly annihilated by the small, purplish-gold flame, as if encountering its nemesis, ice and snow, emitting a hissing sound! It rapidly melted and vanished!
This was not a clash of energy levels, but an absolute suppression from the very source of life!
"Roar…?"
For the first time, Yu Yuanzhen's dragon roar carried terror and confusion.
He could clearly feel an irresistible tremor and sense of submission emanating from the depths of his bloodline.
His Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul, this proud existence hailed as the number one beast martial soul in the world, was now emitting a mournful cry, as if it had seen its king and ancestor!
The purplish-gold flame, after devouring all the lightning, did not dissipate.
Instead, it was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, gently imprinting itself on the forehead of the Thunder Dragon.
There was no explosion, no impact.
The instant the flames touched it, they transformed into countless purple-gold threads, spreading like lightning along the seams of the dragon's scales throughout its entire body!
"Aow—!"
A piercingly mournful dragon roar echoed through the heavens, filled with pain and fear.
Before the horrified eyes of countless people across the continent, the majestic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, tens of meters tall, began to disintegrate from the point where it was entangled by the purple-gold threads, dissipating into pure soul power specks in the air!
Yu Yuanzhen's massive dragon body trembled violently. He tried to struggle, to mobilize his soul power to resist.
But he found that his soul power seemed frozen, and the fear emanating from the depths of his bloodline made even maintaining his Martial Soul True Body incredibly difficult.
"No… impossible! My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon… how could this be…"
Yu Yuanzhen's consciousness roared, but his body was collapsing.
In just three breaths…
The once invincible thunder dragon was completely disintegrated and vanished from head to toe under the corrosive influence of the purple-gold flames.
The light faded.
On the celestial arena, all was calm again.
Wei Yuan's projection remained motionless, as if it had never moved, not even a wrinkle on his clothes.
A hundred meters away opposite him, Yu Yuanzhen had returned to human form.
Yu Yuanzhen knelt on one knee, using his dragon staff to support his swaying body, panting heavily.
His face was ashen, his eyes filled with unprecedented horror and utter despair.
He had lost.
At the same level, with the same soul ring configuration, he had even used his strongest ninth soul skill, while his opponent had merely raised a hand.
This was… no, this couldn't even be called a battle.
This was a judgment.
An absolute judgment from a higher bloodline level against a lower bloodline.
Wei Yuan's projection glanced at him silently, his eyes devoid of mockery, pity, only indifference.
As if stating a self-evident fact.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, that handsome figure slowly transformed into countless golden specks of light and vanished.
The arena vanished, and the sky returned to its azure blue.
But the entire Douluo Continent fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned by the overwhelming scene just now, speechless for a long time.
At the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold, all the clansmen were ashen-faced.
Their proud martial soul, their clan leader, had been so easily defeated.
That pride rooted in their bloodline was shattered at this moment.
Shrek Academy.
Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's body was stiff, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms.
He understood better than anyone what that scene meant.
"Bloodline suppression... no, this is the domination of bloodline!"
The Grandmaster's voice trembled with excitement.
"In my theory, attribute restraint and soul power level are the key to victory.
But today... I saw something that transcends all of this—bloodline rank! Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon... the ancestor of sub-dragons... so, the word 'ancestor' is so heavy!"
Tang San took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with solemn light.
He thought of his own Blue Silver Emperor, which also absolutely suppressed ordinary Blue Silver Grass.
But Wei Yuan's Purple Emperor Annihilation Dragon's suppression of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon was clearly far more terrifying.
It was a kind of dominance that was almost "annihilation."
"Wei Yuan..."
Tang San murmured to himself. This name, which only existed in legends, left a mark on his heart for the first time as heavy as a mountain.
Tang San realized that what he would face in the future was not only the Spirit Hall, not only gods, but perhaps also terrifying beings from these ancient legends who had long surpassed the understanding of mortals.
Why was Wei Yuan being mentioned so frequently by this Heavenly Curtain?
Why would the Heavenly Curtain pay so much attention to a dead man?
Could it be that this Wei Yuan was not completely dead, and would one day rule the world?
How could that be?
Tang San smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
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