Chapter 67: Victory

"Bai Yuan, meet your death!" Yu Xiaogang's roar rang on the mountaintop, echoing across the wasteland.

Three members of the Soul Douluo Teaching Committee turned, watching a Golden Holy Dragon burst from the raging flames; Bai Yuan drew his sword and walked, a hint of disbelief in his eyes.

But without giving them a chance to think, they saw Bai Yuan grasp ten yellow sheets out of thin air.

"What is that?"

A doubt rose simultaneously in the three of them.

Immediately, they sensed no soul power fluctuation, and Bai Yuan casually tossed the yellow sheets away.

"Boom—boom—boom!"

Thunderbolts streaked across the heavens, their blinding light dimming the sun and turning everyone's vision white.

"Bai Yuan! If you have the skill, come at me head‑on! Hiding and relying on external force—what kind of man is that!" Yu Xiaogang roared, eyes fixed on Bai Yuan in the distant sky.

The Golden Holy Dragon—or rather the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon—suddenly flapped its wings, barely breaking free of the surrounding thunder, yet its once‑radiant scales dulled considerably, many areas turning charred.

Bai Yuan smiled and said, "Rely on external force? Those things are all things I spent time drawing. Yet you, old man, clearly borrowed those two people's power and shamelessly think it's your own."

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly, and at the same time the golden aura of the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon suddenly regained its former brilliance, turning its body in the air.

"Fart like thunder, shattering heaven and earth with three blasts," the master shouted, unveiling the soul skill originally belonging to the Three Blasts.

But under the Golden Iron Triangle, with the martial soul fusion technique of the Golden Holy Dragon, this originally weak soul skill underwent a qualitative change.

A plume of golden dense mist spewed from the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon's tail, coalescing mid‑air into a beam that shot straight at Bai Yuan.

Bai Yuan felt only nausea as ten Divine Wind Talismans materialized in his hand and instantly ignited without flame.

A massive tornado hundreds of meters tall materialized out of nowhere, scattering the golden beam formed from the fart.

Bai Yuan didn't want to continue fighting Yu Xiaogang, and he sneered, "Yu Xiaogang, I'm actually very curious—why Bi Bi Dong and Liu Erlong would set their sights on someone like you, a complete waste with no cultivation and no talent."

Yu Xiaogang heard that, as if a scar had been exposed; his eyes reddened, and he roared to the sky, "Bai Yuan! Who did you call a waste?"

Bai Yuan saw his taunt work, stepping back while chuckling softly, "Who the waste is, only you know that. It's just that someone like you has the nerve to claim there are no waste martial souls in the world, only waste Soul Masters. Your waste martial soul prevents you from reaching level thirty; don't you even have a hint of self‑awareness?"

Yu Xiaogang instantly erupted in fury, hastily commanding the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon; its massive golden wings whipped up gale after gale, crashing toward Bai Yuan like a meteor.

"Well timed!" Bai Yuan no longer produced talismans; instead, he formed seals with both hands, and a formation materialized out of thin air.

As a mid‑rank formation master, after the recent clashes, he had enough spiritual energy to set up a second‑grade top‑tier formation.

"Profound Ice Formation!"

Dozens to hundreds of sharp rhombus‑shaped ice spears materialized mid‑air, then, bearing cold enough to freeze a seven‑ring Soul Saint, they crashed down violently.

At this level, the attack would hardly harm the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon, which was near Title Douluo status.

But the attack was not aimed at the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon; the formation also did not enclose it, instead covering Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Fulande.

A hail of razor‑sharp ice spears fell straight, one after another; the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon, already far away, had no chance to defend.

"Bang—bang—bang!"

The ice spears slammed into the golden aura on the three bodies, shattering; each time a spear broke, the golden light on their bodies dimmed a bit.

Along with that dimming, the aura of the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon, charging straight at Bai Yuan with no intention of retreat, also faded.

"Even if you can't even protect yourself, you still want to replace me?" Bai Yuan sneered disdainfully, a black dragon‑scale sword flying into his hand, a supreme draconic aura bursting from it.

That was a wisp of the Silver Dragon King's aura, accompanied by ordinary deities, yet the terrifying death aura could not be dispelled.

The massive body of the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon shivered; the entire beast, no longer under Yu Xiaogang's control, came to an abrupt halt.

Bai Yuan raised his hand and the sword fell.

A flash of black light streaked through the air; the aura, only at Soul Saint level, of the pseudo‑Golden Holy Dragon slipped, its massive body instantly turning into countless golden‑glinting particles that dispersed throughout the heavens and earth.

Beside them, Xueye Dadi accompanied the three fleeing Soul Douluo, who looked bewildered; moments ago they were at a disadvantage, yet after a few words they instantly annihilated the opponent.

Bai Yuan paid no heed to the three's reaction; he walked on the void, as if an invisible staircase lay beneath his feet.

Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and Fulande were all alive, but each lay on the ground severely wounded.

Bai Yuan stepped back onto the mountaintop, long sword in hand pointing at Yu Xiaogang, and laughed, "Looks like not only is your martial soul useless, your mind is still at a child's level; a few words made you expose your greatest weakness."

Yu Xiaogang erupted in rage, both hands braced on the ground trying to rise, but with a "pfft" he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Xiao Gang!" Liu Erlong scrambled to his feet; even as a Soul Saint, his physique far surpassed that of a Grand Soul Master, allowing him to barely move despite severe injuries.

"I… I'm fine," Yu Xiaogang swayed his head, trying not to lose consciousness.

Bai Yuan chuckled lightly, "Yu Xiaogang, I hold no grudge against you or the two of them. How about this: you cut ties here, and I'll spare Liu Erlong and Fulande."

The three were stunned; the fury in Yu Xiaogang's eyes dimmed slightly, and he asked, "Are you serious?"

Liu Erlong interrupted, "Our Golden Iron Triangle—either we live together or die together!"

Fulande: …

After a brief hesitation, Fulande glanced at Liu Erlong's figure, slowly rose, and said, "Our Golden Iron Triangle—either we live together or die together!"

Bai Yuan ignored the two, merely smiling at Yu Xiaogang, and asked, "What do you think?"

Yu Xiaogang circulated soul power, raised his hand to slap his own chest—to hear his final voice—but Liu Erlong seized his hand.

Liu Erlong looked into Yu Xiaogang's eyes and said, "I won't let you sacrifice yourself for our survival. We don't seek to live together, but we demand to die together! Xiao Gang, I'll go first!"

Liu Erlong first circulated soul power, a palm shattering his own heart, cutting himself off, his breath like a wisp as he fell before Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiao Gang, I hope… I hope that in our next life there will be… no blood ties." Liu Erlong closed his eyes at the moment his last breath faded.

(End of Chapter)