Volume One, Chapter 13: I’m Going to Have a True Man’s Duel with Yu Yuanzhen

As everyone was preparing to take action, a sudden voice echoed from the dome above—a voice that sent chills down their spines.

“Your arrangements are quite commendable, but unfortunately, you are all going to die.”

Faces changed instantly as they turned toward the sound. There, emerging slowly from a crack in the dome, were Fang Yuan, She Long, Qian Jun, and the Exorcist.

The speaker was Qian Jun Douluo, holding a bloodstained Panlong Staff, having fought with great fervor.

Thanks to the inside help from the Ninth Elder, Fang Yuan and his companions had encountered almost no resistance. Of the nine mountains belonging to the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect, all but the main True Dragon Mountain had fallen. The inner sect members were slaughtered without mercy.

“Your Martial Soul Hall’s actions are truly swift. The attack signal just came through, and already you’ve reached our Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect’s True Dragon Mountain,” said Yuanyuan calmly, though inside waves of turmoil crashed. He knew well that the Martial Soul Hall’s rapid advance must mean there was a traitor within. After years of careful cultivation, the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect had finally been exposed to a fatal flaw by these scoundrels.

“Old Dragon! I see your strength is formidable. To avoid unnecessary casualties, I’ll give you two choices: submit to the Martial Soul Hall, or die!” Qian Jun Douluo swung the Panlong Staff downward, directly pointing at Yuanyuan, who sat in the main seat.

“Heh, all you can do is talk big, and you even brought along a young brat with no soul power. Do you take the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect lightly?” growled a bearded elder below. Without hesitation, he surged with soul power, reaching a level close to Douluo. Like an arrow shot from a bow, he lunged fiercely at Fang Yuan, who had no soul power, determined to make the Martial Soul Hall lose one of its four members first.

Behind the bearded elder appeared a fierce blue electric tyrannosaurus phantom, roaring violently. The air thundered and shattered under its furious bellow. The elder unleashed his eighth soul skill, striking with all his might before Fang Yuan and the others could react.

“She Long! Block this attack for me,” Fang Yuan said calmly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips. Things were different now, brother. Three Douluos were guarding his side. Ordinary soul masters would be incinerated if they came close, Douluos no exception.

“This kind of soul skill? You really dare show it off?” She Long mocked. Barely moving, he raised his hand lightly. A serpent spear emerged from his palm, instantly transforming into a colossal pillar that stretched to the sky, blocking the path between him and the bearded elder.

The raging blue electric tyrannosaurus phantom crashed against the serpent spear with a thunderous roar, blood splattering everywhere. The bearded elder’s head hit the ground, bleeding and bruised.

Yet the serpent spear only trembled slightly, remaining unshakable as it absorbed the full force of the elder’s eighth soul skill.

“With just that you managed to block it? But the bearded elder is the deputy leader among their elders!” In the grand hall, all the elders of the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect gasped.

At the main seat, Yuanyuan’s heart sank. That bearded elder was his cousin, who had reached near Douluo level and was the Sect’s most promising successor. Yet even he was so easily repelled by a Douluo.

Seeing the entire hall subdued, Fang Yuan stepped forward, his voice as chilling as an ice cellar: “Today, the Martial Soul Hall attacks the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect for one purpose only—submission or annihilation. I’ll give you one last chance to choose. If you persist in resistance, I won’t mind slaughtering you all. But I am not a man of bloodshed; I prefer peace. For the sake of your sect’s legacy, think carefully before answering.”

Fang Yuan’s tone was arrogant, provoking displeasure among most elders present. What irked them most was that he, utterly devoid of soul power, dared to bark wildly before them—a mere bully hiding behind authority! Why would the Martial Soul Hall send a powerless commoner to insult the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect’s dignity?

This attitude was clearly not one of parley, but of eradication. If the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect surrendered today, tomorrow thousands of their kin would be executed by the Martial Soul Hall. That was their modus operandi, as the tragic fate of the Haotian Sect still vividly recalled.

After a moment’s reflection, Yuanyuan made his decision. He took a deep breath and fixed Fang Yuan with resolute eyes: “The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect will never surrender. I, Yuanyuan, would rather die in battle than accept the humiliation of the Martial Soul Hall!”

With these words, Yuanyuan’s stance was clear—he would fight the Martial Soul Hall to the bitter end.

The elders below echoed his resolve. They refused to believe that three Douluos plus a powerless fool could wipe out all the senior leaders of their sect.

“Very well, very well! You dare refuse humiliation? The Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Sect truly has some backbone. A sect defended by only one Douluo dares to talk about dignity with me? Offering you the choice to submit was already an act of mercy. As one of the top three sects, you should understand the law of the jungle better than anyone: the strong humiliate the weak. Sometimes granting you weaklings the right to live is already a mercy. I’m disappointed you don’t recognize your place,” Fang Yuan said feigning magnanimity, as if ready to accept their surrender.

In truth, even if Yuanyuan surrendered, Fang Yuan would kill him to seize the True Dragon Nine Crowns. In the soul master world, promises were scarce—deception and strength ruled supreme.

Then Fang Yuan’s melodious voice rang out again: “Elder She Long, Elder Qian Jun, Elder Exorcist, please kill everyone except Yuanyuan. I want a true one-on-one duel with this old dragon.”

No sooner had Fang Yuan spoken than the three figures beside him burst forth like phantoms, weaving through the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus elders and quickly carving out a triangular clearing in the hall. At its center stood Fang Yuan and Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan frowned slightly, puzzled by Fang Yuan’s lack of soul power. Why would the Martial Soul Hall send such a powerless commoner to assassinate him? Moreover, the three Douluos accompanying Fang Yuan obeyed his every order without question, which was strange.

No matter how many times he scanned, Yuanyuan could detect no soul power radiating from Fang Yuan. He was certain then that Fang Yuan was just an ordinary man. The Martial Soul Hall’s methods were growing ever more despicable, stooping to use civilians as shields. But at such a critical moment, not even the heavens could save him!