Chapter 118: Beast Martial Soul Tool Transformation

In the dense forest outside Martial Soul City.

Swish—swish—swish—

Several figures nimbly darted between the giant trees, amidst the crisscrossing azure lightning; one white-robed figure flashed to the forefront, a purple soul ring coiling around the qilin claw on his left arm, and he decisively swung his claw backward.

A deep purple claw mark tens of meters long appeared behind him.

"Crack!"

Several giant trees requiring two people to encircle snapped with a bang, wood chips flying; Qian Renxue retracted her left claw, stepped on the branches, and continued charging forward.

The several Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters pursuing Qian Renxue could no longer hide their shock beneath their ferocious, upturned eyes, or rather, they had gone numb.

The leading Soul Emperor's heart twitched slightly—such a claw strike, even for him, only after becoming a Soul King did he have such terrifying explosive power; are they really chasing just a child, not a Soul King?

The Soul Emperor extended his ferocious blue‑purple arm and swung his claw, likewise releasing a tens‑of‑meters‑long thunder dragon claw; in the next instant, the giant trees collapsing toward them were torn apart by the claw's aura.

For soul masters of their level among the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the Thunder Dragon Claw soul skill has even become the sect's self‑created soul skill; even if luck is poor and the absorbed soul skill mutates, failing to produce Thunder Dragon Claw, everyone can still use Thunder Dragon Claw, only its power is weaker than the version granted by soul rings.

The Soul Emperor stomped on a branch and gave chase ahead, with six Soul Kings supporting him from behind.

The Soul Emperor snorted coldly and said to the six Soul Kings behind him: "Go, don't all get left behind—this little girl is too slippery; her speed isn't actually fast, but she's good at using the terrain, so try to encircle her from the sides! Don't let her turn around, there will be someone blocking ahead."

"Yes!"

Qian Renxue occasionally tossed a little surprise behind her to slow the pursuers, a faint excitement flickering in her eyes; her spiritual sense told her there were more than just these seven people coming—so many after a single‑ring soul master, really? Seeing that they wanted to lure her forward, she would play along; in this showdown she had to leave a deep enough impression in the hands of those Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters, which would help raise her standing in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

After a moment, before Qian Renxue could continue thinking or discerning her direction, more than a dozen fierce thunder dragon claws came from all sides, completely cutting off every path she could dodge or shift to.

Standing in the center, she was like a trapped beast.

In the forest a Soul King laughed loudly: "Little brat, where do you think you can run?!"

All that could be seen was the white‑clad figure trapped in the circle slowly lowering her claws, as if giving up resistance.

A flicker of regret, even unnoticed by himself, crossed the Soul Emperor's eyes—what's wrong? Did this little brat give up in the face of adversity? But facing over a dozen soul masters whose soul power far outstripped his own, surrender would be understandable, wouldn't it?

But is it really like that? A crackling sound rang out; the silver‑white gauntlet on Qian Renxue's arm was suddenly stained deep purple, then peeled off, transforming into a ferocious dragon head that lunged open‑mouthed at the golden longsword she held in her arms, instantly wrapping the sword in deep‑purple lightning.

Afterward, lightning sprayed everywhere, and an extraordinarily strange‑looking long blade appeared in Qian Renxue's hand.

The blade was long and gorgeous, bearing a light purple pattern that shimmered with brilliant deep‑purple electricity; the edge was as still as autumn water, and the hilt, finely carved, was etched with a dragon‑head motif symbolizing power.

Connecting hilt and blade were three comma‑shaped thunder markings.

Qian Renxue, her pupils stained with purple lightning, suddenly drew the blade and turned its edge; thunder cracked and lightning flashed, and threads of ultimate brilliant purple lightning appeared on the blade, carrying unmatched power as she spun and slashed horizontally.

A blade of light, indescribable, blazed forth—between heaven and earth, nothing else existed.

The lightning‑charged weapon suddenly collided with the dozen‑plus thunder dragon claws; where claw met blade, a heaven‑shaking, earth‑rumbling roar erupted.

Smoke and dust scattered; Qian Renxue was hurled backward dozens of meters by the fiercest thunder dragon claw, her legs plowing a long trench into the ground.

The Soul Emperor gaped in disbelief, staring at her—this was the encirclement of a dozen top‑tier Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters! What does this mean? "How… how is this possible? What's going on with this sword?"

"Could it be that the martial soul has mutated again?"

"What terrifying lightning power—her lightning hue is different from ours."

Gasps of amazement rose and fell among the many Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters.

How old is this child? Just then, an excited voice suddenly rang out.

"Great!!!"

"As expected of the sect's future true dragon!"

"What an amazing mutated martial soul! What an amazing Purple Electric Holy Light Tyrant Dragon!! It can even undergo Beast Martial Soul Tool Transformation—is this blade another form of your martial soul?!"

Yu Luomian stepped out from behind the tree in front of Qian Renxue, eight bright spirit rings encircling him. Indeed, aside from Yu Yuanzhen alone, the other two eight‑ring Soul Douluo hid in the city to provide support; the remaining Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clansmen had not a single one entered Martial Soul City's interior—they all lay in ambush at its gates.

The Spirit Hall is no pushover; below Soul Douluo rank, none have the qualification to enter the city and confront it—that privilege belongs to Title Douluo; for a Soul Douluo to defy the heavens is a death sentence, and the Spirit Hall's dignity cannot be trampled by mere Soul Douluo; moreover, with no one dragging their heels, even Yu Yuanzhen alone could withdraw in time.

Yu Luomian's usually grim face now broke into a flower‑like smile; he looked astonished at the purple longsword in Qian Renxue's hand. In truth, this purple longsword is a shape she herself fashioned; its essential power is the same as the Holy Light Thunderbolt Sword she wielded on the Hell Road—it's merely a different skin.

"I never expected those theoretical books in the sect to actually contain something; that waste Yu Xiaogang once tried to use the Beast Martial Soul Tool Transformation theory to shake off his useless martial soul, but he failed—yet you, this girl, have pulled it off."

"There's no useless martial soul, only useless soul masters—hahaha, just thinking of his saying makes me want to laugh."

"Pure nonsense—indeed, only a true dragon can accomplish what ordinary people cannot."

Yu Luomian rarely burst into hearty laughter: "Come, child—only the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect is the right place for you; come home with us."

Qian Renxue gave him a cold stare: "Hmph! I don't consider myself a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—how did you know I'd leave the city?"

Blue‑clad figures emerged from the forest on all sides, surrounding Qian Renxue.

Yu Luomian grinned: "That's not up to you! As for your question, heh, the elder brother was merely bait to lure you out—once a Title Douluo has you in his sights, could you really stay peacefully in Martial Soul City? Would the Title Douluo of Martial Soul City offend the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect over a single‑ring soul master like you?"

"You, a child who has scraped by on your own since childhood, would you really believe a lofty power's goodwill toward geniuses? Countless talented souls have died; the Spirit Hall never lacks extraordinary talent, and only those who survive are truly strong." "Even if your talent is once‑in‑ten‑thousand‑years, the same applies—you don't trust us, so you certainly won't trust the Spirit Hall; you'll only flee, with no second option, for at least we share an unbreakable blood tie! We will not harm you."

Yu Luomian felt triumphant—old ginger is still spicy; she's just a little girl, probably frightened senseless by seeing a Title Douluo, and surely unaware of the top‑level strength of the major powers; how could she know the Spirit Hall doesn't fear the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect? With different information tiers, what could you use to wage an information war against us? Yu Luomian sized her up from head to toe, pleased, like admiring a fine large figurine; the more he looked, the more he liked her—such a child is worthy to be his granddaughter!! He turned to the blue‑clad man beside him and said: "Fire the signal flare; the person's been caught, let the elder brother retreat first."

The blue‑clad man beside him immediately lit the prepared signal fireworks.

"Whoosh—!"

A huge Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon silhouette appeared in the sky above the forest; the two Soul Douluo remaining in the city—one stayed inside to receive Yu Yuanzhen, the other waited at the city gate for the heavenly signal—upon seeing the message, he rushed back to the city to meet with his comrades, then transformed the sound into a line, informing Yu Yuanzhen, who was battling aloft.

At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen, who had received the signal above Martial Soul City, suddenly burst into unrestrained laughter and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, Ju Douluo and Gui Douluo appeared out of nowhere; they performed a martial soul fusion technique, and he, caught off guard, was bound, causing him to take head‑on the eighth soul skill of She Long—Thunderbolt Myriad Jun.

Indeed, She Long's eighth soul skill is identical to the common soul skill possessed by ordinary Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon soul masters—both are Thunderbolt Myriad Jun.

Fortunately, She Long used a lightning‑attribute move that Yu Yuanzhen knew all too well; otherwise he would have truly capsized today.

Yu Yuanzhen let out a roar, and a resounding dragon's cry rang out.

"I'm done playing with you! Ninth soul skill—True Dragon's Fury, Sound Shocks the Nine Heavens!!"

The azure dragon's massive form stood tall in the sky, fierce and imposing, while wild winds howled and ravaged around it.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression turned solemn, electricity crackling in his dragon eyes; lightning‑type soul power surged frenziedly within his dragon body, and the surrounding air filled with the crackling of lightning.

In an instant, the sky was torn apart by blinding lightning; countless bolts like silver snakes danced wildly, frenziedly converging into a gigantic lightning vortex.

Within the vortex, electric gleams flashed; the blinding light was unbearable to behold, and the terrifying energy ripple made heaven and earth tremble.

Immediately after, a dragon's roar that shook the heavens erupted from the vortex, and a colossal Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon phantom formed from violent lightning burst forth.

The Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon was surrounded by crackling lightning, each scale flashing with terrifying light that seemed capable of reducing everything to ash.

It opened its bloody maw, spewing a thick bolt of lightning accompanied by a deafening roar, the sound waves rolling like they would utterly shatter heaven and earth.

Yuan Zhen bathed in the lightning, like a thunder god descended, wielding this heaven‑destroying, earth‑annihilating power, striking fear into all who saw him.

The faces of the four Title Douluo before him changed dramatically; Ci Tun surged forward, and the seventh soul ring on his already swollen body flared brightly, instantly causing his entire body to swell again, expanding geometrically compared to before.

His whole form had become a massive sphere twenty meters in diameter, and the spikes lost in battle had regrown, each as vicious as a spider's leg, nearly five meters long, spinning rapidly in the air toward the lightning pillar spewed by the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon to ward off Yuan Zhen's thunderous assault.

The Snake Spear Douluo raised his snake spear, which flashed with bluish‑purple light and suddenly turned into a beam of light that shone back upon himself; in an instant his true body vanished, and a vicious bluish‑purple great snake over twenty meters long appeared in mid‑air, its spindle‑shaped scales fully unfurled like blades erupting from its body.

The snake had two heads, one green and one purple, its sword‑like forked tongue flickering, full of vicious vigor.

This martial soul true form of the Snake Spear Douluo is a special mutation, the exact opposite of the beast‑to‑tool transformation spoken of by Yu Luo Mian; it is tool‑soul true form beastification! This special martial soul true form possesses both the beast‑amplification of a beast martial soul true form and the toughness of a tool soul true form, making it a supreme among martial soul true forms. It can appear only when one obtains the seventh soul ring and encounters several special spirit beasts, and is extremely fortunate. What now appears before Yuan Zhen is the true strength of this Snake Spear Douluo.

The eighth and ninth soul rings on the bluish‑purple twin‑headed giant serpent flashed, lightning surging forth to entwine the azure‑overlord‑dragon phantom condensed by Yuan Zhen; each head of the serpent spat out a blade‑like forked tongue, leaving two wounds on the dragon that flowed with lightning‑molten metal, for this Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon is a soul skill conjured by Yuan Zhen, not a flesh‑and‑blood body.

Nevertheless, the bluish‑purple twin‑headed giant serpent, relying on its lightning‑aligned body and sharp metallic power, could barely withstand the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon.

The aura of Gui Mei, standing aloft in the sky, vanished instantly; his eighth soul ring flared, Ghostly Fiend! A faint, ghost‑wailing voice rang out as countless purplish‑black skull heads exuding evil aura suddenly gathered around Gui Mei, and in an instant they shot toward the ninth soul skill that Yuan Zhen had condensed and that was entwined with the bluish‑purple twin‑headed serpent.

Ju Douluo's Marvelous Velvet Sky‑Reaching Chrysanthemum in his hand suddenly burst forth with golden rays, scattering onto the bluish‑purple twin‑headed serpent locked in combat with the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon phantom.

Yue Guan's martial soul, the Marvelous Velvet Sky‑Reaching Chrysanthemum, actually possesses a certain level of healing ability, though it is not strong, after all being an immortal‑grade herb‑type martial soul.

Yuan Zhen saw that the attention of the four Title Douluo before him had been drawn away by his ninth soul skill; a brilliant azure light flared on his body, his figure flickered and he fled, the azure light speeding away into the distance and vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Only a resounding voice echoed back.

"the Spirit Hall, what a Spirit Hall! Four Title Douluo acting together, hahaha, even that can't keep my Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon!! I, Yuan Zhen, am leaving—"

After he left, the four Title Douluo finally unleashed their full power, annihilating the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon phantom.

She Long snorted contemptuously: "Nonsense! If it weren't for fear of ruining the young master's grand plan, this old dragon would also want to make a full retreat from our four hands?!"

Ci Xue chuckled, "Don't rush, let this old dragon Yuan Zhen enjoy himself for a few days; after all, we aren't the type to care about reputation."

The young master had already ordered that Yuan Zhen be badly injured but not killed, for she still needed to extract his inheritance from this old dragon; it would be best to cripple him, leaving him bedridden and immobile, so that Yuan Zhen would wholeheartedly nurture his clan's juniors, allowing the young master to profit even more—in fact, just now we had only struck him lightly.

Afterward he cupped his fists toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei, saying, "Thank you, Elder Ju and Elder Gui, for your support."

Gui Mei silently nodded, while Yue Guan raised her orchid finger, her voice sharp as she said, "Aiyo~ it's just our duty~ we're all colleagues, Elder Ci Tun need not stand on ceremony~"

"Hehe, I can't wait to see Yuan Zhen's expression when he learns the truth~"

They all exchanged smiles, having caught the young master's eye; this Yuan Zhen truly had the rotten luck of eight lifetimes, and everyone still vividly remembered the experiences of Tang Hao and Bibi Dong.

Afterward, the four of them left together, and they still needed to send people to pacify the city's populace.

Spirit Hall City is the territory and foundation of the Spirit Hall; the situation just occurred was too bizarre and sudden for the populace, and indeed a Title Douluo is now needed to oversee the overall situation.

4600. Today's the limit, brothers.

(End of chapter)