Divinity and Humanity Torn Apart! Silver Dragon's Cry

The fear and sorrow of Gu Yuena being abandoned were like the most potent poison, madly eroding Gu Yue's Cold Divine Barrier.

The space around her body violently vibrated, emitting groans of being unable to bear the load.

Beneath her feet, centered on her, bottomless cracks spread like a spiderweb!

"Shut up! Shut up! Useless! You useless person who only knows how to cry!"

Gu Yue roared in her heart, trying to regain control.

"He didn't abandon you! He's just running away! He's afraid of me! He has to be afraid of me!"

"But... he saved me... in that cage... he touched my hair... he also fed me..."

Gu Yuena's crying was like a demonic sound piercing the brain, echoing repeatedly with humble attachment and grievance.

"That was fake! It was pity! It was charity!"

Gu Yue angrily retorted, suppressing weakness with Sky-high Hatred.

"Don't forget that sword! The sword that pierced your heart! Did you forget?!"

"I didn't forget... I didn't forget... but... but now... he doesn't want me anymore... he left me here alone..."

Gu Yuena's grievance and fear were like a breached dam, completely collapsing the defense line.

Gu Yue's body trembled violently.

She stumbled back two steps, her back heavily hitting the broken wall.

Crushed stones fell like rustling leaves.

The divine light in those Purple Eyes flickered, like a candle in the wind.

She tightly clutched the front of her clothes, her knuckles turning white, as if she wanted to dig out her heart and crush it.

"I said... shut up!"

She growled hoarsely, her voice growing weaker. "Shengyan is my Husband, not yours... what are you sad about?"

However, Gu Yuena's sobs gradually turned into a mournful, eerie laugh, like thousands of steel needles fiercely piercing Gu Yue's soul.

"But aren't I you? You're lying to yourself... you're clearly also afraid of being abandoned by him... you clearly also want his tenderness..."

Gu Yue's pupils suddenly contracted.

She abruptly raised her hand to cover her ears.

But the voice continuously surged from the darkest corner of her heart, like a venomous snake coiling around every inch of her reason.

"Shut up... shut up! I am the Silver Dragon King's Divine Incarnation, how could I have such weak emotions? It must be you influencing me!"

Her voice carried a hint of vulnerability and crying that she herself hadn't noticed.

And just as Gu Yuena fell into confusion--

The Pursuers had arrived!

The first to arrive were the three from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Ning Fengzhi in the center, Chen Xin and Gu Rong to his left and right, like three meteorites, they crashed down onto the long street!

Ning Fengzhi maintained the Sect Master's grace, but the burning desire deep within his eyes couldn't be concealed.

"The aura has weakened to this extent..." His voice was steady, yet carried a subtle tremor, "Heaven Blesses our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Never mind how precious a 100,000-year soul ring was.

Even a 100,000-year soul bone was a priceless treasure for Titled Douluo!

What's more, the aura emanating from this Silver Dragon before them faintly carried divine fluctuations!

Could this be a soul beast on the verge of godhood?

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, his Seven Kill Sword martial soul had already been unsheathed an inch.

He remained silent, his gaze as sharp as a falcon's locked onto Gu Yuena, sensing the drastic changes in her aura.

"Fengzhi, this Silver Dragon's aura... is a hundred times stronger than that Rabbit's! Can you let me have this 100,000-year soul bone?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong lowered his voice, excitement evident.

Being suppressed by Sword Douluo's cultivation level had always irked him.

If he could obtain this soul bone now, he would have a chance to surpass Chen Xin!

Almost the instant the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect landed, in a dark corner on the other side, a figure as imposing as a mountain silently appeared.

Beneath his tattered cloak, a pair of weathered, sharp eyes lit up.

A heavy pressure, like an invisible mountain range, quietly settled upon everyone's hearts.

Tang Hao! Clear Sky Douluo!

He hadn't released his soul rings, merely standing there.

The killing intent forged through a Sea of Corpses and Blood, and the dominance of a top-tier expert, made Ning Fengzhi's group's pupils contract, their gazes filled with apprehension.

Following closely, Martial Soul Hall's Platinum Bishop Salas, along with several guards at the Soul Saint level, charged into the scene with imposing momentum.

Salas's gaze swept over the crowd, lingering on Tang Hao for a moment, before finally locking onto Gu Yuena, whose aura was disordered and face deathly pale.

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of his lips, as if the prey was already in his grasp.

"This Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast belongs to Martial Soul Hall."

Salas's voice carried an undeniable authority.

"I hope everyone will not mistake their own path!"

The Soul Saint Guard behind him immediately spread out, forming a loose encirclement.

This statement caused the weaker individuals to retreat hastily, but it made the eyes of the few powerhouses present gleam with even more ferocity.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the arena became tense, and even the air seemed to freeze.

All eyes, filled with greed, focused on the slender, helpless, and weak silver-haired maiden in the center of the arena, whose aura was in disarray.

At this moment, after losing the absolute suppression of her Main Body's Will, Gu Yuena's inherent fragility and fear as a Split Soul were magnified infinitely.

She seemed to be stunned by the sudden appearance of so many powerhouses and the terrifying pressure.

Her body trembled slightly, and she instinctively cowered backward, her purple eyes filled with a watery sheen of shock and helplessness.

"Everyone!"

Ning Fengzhi spoke first, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable weight.

"This beast has a connection with my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and it is the best guarantee for Rongrong's Ninth Soul Ring in the future."

"My sect is willing to pay equivalent treasures to ask for your convenience."

He skillfully brought up Ning Rongrong's name.

After all, Ning Rongrong was not only the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect but also the direct disciple of the Martial Soul Hall's esteemed Light Feather Douluo.

He believed that Bishop Salas would have some reservations because of this.

However, Salas let out a cold laugh and slammed his Scepter heavily on the ground: "Sect Master Ning speaks with great arrogance! Martial Soul Hall has been pursuing this beast for a long time, do you think you can just let it go with a word?"

If it were in the past, he might have been hesitant because of those words.

But just now, the Young Master had given a death order to capture this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Thinking of the terrifying pressure that the adult had released at the auction not long ago, a trace of fanaticism flashed in Salas's eyes.

That was the most likely existence to achieve godhood in ten thousand years!

What was the mere Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in comparison?

"Salas, don't use Martial Soul Hall to pressure me!" Bone Douluo Gu Rong said with a hoarse sneer. "This isn't Martial Soul City! If you want to snatch it, do it by your own ability!" "I'd like to see if your Soul Saint Guard is enough to stuff my Bone Dragon's teeth!" Tang Hao remained silent, like a statue. But the hand gripping his hammer tightened a fraction. His gaze occasionally swept over Gu Yuena with a detached indifference that spoke of absolute determination. The scene instantly froze! The Titled Douluo eyed each other warily, none daring to make the first move and become the target of everyone's attention, yet none willing to retreat even half a step! The temptation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had made these powerhouses standing at the Top of the Continent's eyes gleam with greed.