Chapter 169: Annihilation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan New

At the estuary of a great river flowing through more than half of the Heaven Dou Empire in the eastern part of the continent lay the territory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Normally, this place saw few visitors due to the presence of such a powerful faction. But today, an unusual disturbance was brewing.

Beneath the endless expanse of the river, something massive seemed to be crawling upstream from the sea against the current.

As their numbers grew and the water shallowed, their bodies gradually surfaced—countless pale golden sea spiders.

Behind them, even more of the arachnid army emerged, numbering at least ten thousand.

On the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's side, a sentry disciple caught sight of the approaching soul beasts and nearly lost his soul in terror. Stumbling as he ran toward the clan's grounds, he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Disaster! Disaster! Soul beasts are coming!"

A man who appeared to be a squad leader from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan stopped him, scowling. "Panicking over nothing! Where's your discipline? It's just—"

His words died in his throat as he glanced in the direction the sentry had come from. Swallowing hard, he immediately changed his tone.

"Quick! Report to the clan! Have all members prepare for battle!" Beads of sweat formed on the squad leader's forehead as he shakily patted the sentry's shoulder.

Since their territory was near the estuary, migratory sea soul beasts occasionally passed by, especially in the latter half of the year.

At first, the squad leader hadn't taken the sentry's warning seriously, even mocking him for his lack of experience.

But one look at those sea spiders told him something was terribly wrong—and worse, they seemed to be heading straight for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's base.

Before the clan could react, the sea spiders had already reached the outer sentry posts.

Gritting his teeth, the squad leader led the other sentries in unleashing their Martial Souls to fight back.

But how could a mere dozen human soul masters hope to withstand an army of ten thousand sea spiders?

In an instant, they were overwhelmed by a barrage of water arrows shot from the river, collapsing to the ground one after another in bitter defeat.

"Hold out as long as you can! Buy time for the clan!" The squad leader, a Soul Sage with over seventy levels of soul power, activated his Martial Soul True Body, transforming into a majestic Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon in a desperate attempt to stall.

Yet the next moment, a bolt of lightning—origin unknown—pierced straight through his skull. A Soul Sage who had just unleashed his True Body fell lifeless without even a sound.

"Continue the assault." From a cleared space among the sea spider ranks, Fang Chang, now in human form, issued commands while mounted atop Little Gold.

The lightning strike had been his doing—a simple test of his "Lightning Control" ability.

With no further obstacles, the sea spider swarm surged ashore, advancing toward the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's stronghold at the foot of the distant mountain.

By now, the clan had finally mustered a defensive force and charged forward to meet the invaders.

The two sides clashed less than two li from the clan's headquarters, battle erupting instantly.

As one of the Top Three Sects and possessors of the world's number one Beast Martial Soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan might have been the smallest among the three in overall strength, but they boasted the highest number of direct-line disciples.

At this moment, nearly five to six hundred clansmen had gathered on the battlefield, with more reinforcements arriving steadily from behind.

Leading the charge at the forefront was Yu Yuanzhen—someone Fang Chang had encountered several times before.

"It's you?" Yu Yuanzhen's heart clenched when he spotted Fang Chang at the head of the sea spider army. "We bear no grudges! Why attack my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? And what's the meaning of these soul beasts?"

Still unaware that Fang Chang was a soul beast himself, Yu Yuanzhen tried to reason with him, urging him to withdraw.

"Clan Leader Yu, long time no see." Fang Chang grinned. "If not for me, your clan would have been wiped out two years ago. Today, I'm merely correcting history—ensuring it doesn't deviate too much due to my interference."

Yu Yuanzhen was baffled by his words. Who did this brat think he was, daring to claim he could annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?

But Fang Chang had no intention of explaining further. With a wave of his hand, the sea spider army surged forward like a tidal wave, charging toward the clan's territory.

Human soul masters? What a feast!

"Hmph! Mere soul beasts dare cause trouble?!" Yu Yuanzhen roared, his body rapidly expanding as dragon claws and scales sprouted across his skin. In moments, he had transformed into a colossal Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

"Old Yu, your opponent is me." Fang Chang flashed forward, leaping from Little Gold's back to land right in front of Yu Yuanzhen's head.

Still in human form, he swung his left arm with disproportionate force, smacking the dragon's head sideways with enough power to stagger even its massive frame.

Yu Yuanzhen stumbled, barely keeping his balance. His eyes burned with fury—how dare this brat slap him in front of his entire clan?!

Whipping his head around, he lunged at Fang Chang with jaws crackling with pale blue lightning, a terrifying sight to behold.

Yet Fang Chang neither blocked nor dodged. He simply raised a hand toward Yu Yuanzhen... then pressed it downward.

To Yu Yuanzhen's horror, the lightning in his maw slipped from his control. Instead of striking Fang Chang, it coiled back around his own body.

"ROAR—!" A pained bellow erupted as scorch marks blackened his scales. Whatever technique Fang Chang had used, it had turned his own lightning against him.

Badly burned, Yu Yuanzhen abandoned his lightning-based attacks, resorting to pure physical strikes.

But a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon without lightning was like a tiger without fangs—his offensive power plummeted, rendering him no threat to Fang Chang. After an extended clash, Yu Yuanzhen had failed to land a single solid hit.

His anxiety grew as he stole glances at the battlefield. In the time Fang Chang had kept him occupied, nearly half the clan's members had already fallen to the sea spiders.

Damn it! Yu Yuanzhen cursed inwardly, activating the power of the Nine True Dragon Crowns to forcibly amplify his soul power, hoping to swiftly eliminate Fang Chang and aid his kin.

His aura now rivaled that of the Golden Crocodile Douluo—roughly equivalent to a Level 98 Title Douluo.

No wonder he had single-handedly held off four of Spirit Hall's Title Douluo in the original timeline, even killing one and severely injuring two others.

Against an ordinary hundred-thousand-year soul beast or Title Douluo, this empowered Yu Yuanzhen would have been a nightmare.

Unfortunately for him, his opponent was Fang Chang.

Hovering midair through sheer soul power, Fang Chang clenched both fists. A "Frostflame Demon Spear" materialized in his grasp before hurtling toward Yu Yuanzhen with red-and-blue energy trailing behind.

The spear closed in rapidly, forcing Yu Yuanzhen to take it seriously. He prepared to intercept it with a thunderous soul skill—

—until he noticed Fang Chang's raised hand. Swallowing his pride, he dispersed the lightning and instead swung a massive dragon claw to bat the spear aside.

BOOM!

The impact sent Yu Yuanzhen reeling backward, his claw now sporting a gaping hole gushing blood.

Thoroughly countered by Fang Chang's Lightning Control, even his enhanced physique and soul power couldn't turn the tide.

By now, the sea spiders had breached the clan's defenses, flooding into their stronghold for a frenzied massacre.

Seeing this, Fang Chang decided to end things. Pressing his palms together above his head, a colossal forty-meter blade of energy took shape.

Its icy body wreathed in golden-red flames, the blade's edge thrummed with violet-gold lightning—carrying even a wisp of heavenly tribulation's aura.

The moment this tri-elemental fusion blade materialized, Yu Yuanzhen's instincts screamed at him to flee.

But he couldn't. Behind him were his clansmen, and he was their final line of defense. If he fell, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would perish.

And... did he even have a chance to escape? He wasn't sure anymore.

SWISH—!

The blade descended.

Yu Yuanzhen poured every ounce of his soul power into a lightning shield, desperate to block Fang Chang's apocalyptic strike.

Yet against a blade imbued with heavenly tribulation energy, his defenses might as well have been paper. The shield shattered instantly, and the blade continued unimpeded—

—cleanly bisecting the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's colossal form.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes dimmed as his True Body dissipated, reverting to his severed human halves before crashing to the ground.

Surveying his handiwork, Fang Chang nodded in satisfaction. Glancing at Yu Yuanzhen's remains, he christened this move with a fitting name:

Dragon-Slaying Guillotine.