Su Ling Saves the Day! This Little Silly Dragon is Mine

Gu Yuena was forced to retreat another step by their oppressive aura, her back hitting the cold, broken wall heavily.

Nowhere left to retreat.

She scanned the greedy faces surrounding her, a great fear surging like an icy tide, completely drowning her heart.

She could even clearly "hear" their most naked calculations – how to divide her body, how to absorb her spirit rings...

Despair, like deep cold, froze her limbs inch by inch.

She remembered the disgusting gazes on the auction stage, the coldness of the iron cage, the burning pain of poison forced down her throat...

And now, she had fallen into an even more terrifying desperate situation.

Her Main Body... had abandoned her.

Shengyan... had also abandoned her and fled.

She was about to be... again.

This thought was like the last straw, crushing her precarious defenses.

However, at this moment of deathly silence, taut tension, and imminent explosion!

A stumbling, weak, yet exceptionally arrogant voice suddenly tore through the stagnant killing field:

"Hey! You old geezers..."

The voice was panting, hoarse and laced with pain, yet it forced out a trace of cynical defiance.

"In the middle of the night... what are you doing surrounding my pet? Trying to steal it?"

Buzz--!

All gazes were instantly drawn by an unseen force, shifting uniformly from Gu Yuena to the source of the voice!

From the shadows at the other end of the long street, a figure stumbled forward, leaning against a broken wall.

Under the moonlight, everyone saw the newcomer clearly and was stunned.

It was Su Ling! The "infamous" Su Family wastrel of Heaven Dou City!

When Su Ling had gotten into trouble before, his mother Ye Wanqing had almost turned Heaven Dou City upside down.

So everyone present knew him.

But at this moment, his appearance was extremely tragic.

His originally luxurious brocade robe was tattered, soaked with dark red, almost black, bloodstains that clung to him, outlining his gaunt, scarred silhouette.

His face was bloodless, pale as crumpled paper.

His lips were dry and cracked, tinged purple, with traces of uncleaned bloodstains at the corners of his mouth.

Most shocking were the deep, bone-revealing cracks on his skin, spreading like a spiderweb, still oozing blood that dripped onto the dust.

He walked extremely slowly, each step draining all his strength. His body swayed uncontrollably from intense pain and weakness, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Yet, in this dying state, he could ignore the drawn swords of the Titled Douluo on the field, ignore the pressure that could scatter the souls of ordinary soul masters.

He moved with great difficulty directly towards Gu Yuena, each step like treading on knife points.

Under everyone's astonished, contemptuous, and lunatic gazes.

He finally stumbled to Gu Yuena's front.

Under the moonlight, the two were close.

Su Ling lowered his head, looking at this pale, delicate face, streaked with tears.

Without a word.

In the moment Gu Yuena's mind went blank and Gu Yue's will briefly stagnated--

He suddenly reached out, like picking up a kitten, and lifted Gu Yuena, pulling her tightly into his embrace.

"See clearly. This Little Silly Dragon is mine... You want her? Then step over my corpse."

Su Ling raised his head, blood seeping from his lips, but he grinned a wild and crazy smile.

Dead silence!

Absolute dead silence!

Ning Fengzhi's face, usually graceful and calculating, froze instantly, turning into a look of bewildered shock, as if looking at an idiot.

Salas's sinister expression shifted to naked contempt and absurdity, as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Tang Hao's brow furrowed, and he cautiously scanned his surroundings.

He didn't care about the life or death of a wastrel, only whether Su Ling's appearance meant the old monster of the Su Family, "King Zhenyuan" Su Qingtian, was nearby?

His powerful Mental Power swept through the entire block like invisible tentacles.

Sensing no terrifying aura of a Super Douluo, he felt slightly relieved.

A wastrel who might not even be able to defeat a Soul Elder.

A good-for-nothing who barely reached level ten soul power with family resources.

A guy covered in wounds, on the verge of death...

Dared to spout wild words while surrounded by several Titled Douluo.

Claiming he wanted to monopolize this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that could shake the continent?

This was no longer arrogance, but utter madness!

After a brief moment of silence, suppressed laughter and the cracking of knuckles erupted.

"Heh... hehe... a brat from the Su Family?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong twisted his neck, emitting cracking sounds. He looked at Su Ling as if he were an ant.

"You were severely injured before, did you smash your brain too? Hurry up and scram! For your father's sake, I'll pretend you never said those crazy words!"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, suppressing the absurdity and displeasure of being offended.

He put on the mask of a gentle elder again, but his eyes were already icy cold.

"Nephew Su," he said calmly, with unquestionable authority, "you are severely injured, don't talk nonsense, and leave this place quickly."

"Your mother, Madam Ye, is worried about you and has already sent a large number of people to search for you in the city."

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is no trivial matter. This place is extremely dangerous and not where you should be. Hurry back and heal."

His words seemed caring, but they contained commands and warnings, and further pointed out the fact that Su Family experts had not yet arrived.

"Scram! You brat!"

Dugu Bo, who had just broken free from the ice, was furious, his body covered in cold air and looking dishevelled!

The shadow of death clung to him like a leech, pushing his resentment towards Gu Yuena to its peak.

His eyes flashed with ferocity, "I don't have time to play house with you!"

He barely cared about the Su Family's influence. His life was almost gone, what else could he possibly care about?!

He just wanted to capture Gu Yuena now and force her to reveal the whereabouts of the black-robed man.

However, facing the hostility, pressure, and scolding from all directions.

Su Ling seemed not to hear, still stubbornly holding the girl in his arms, refusing to let go.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Su Ling's severely injured yet stubborn and unyielding figure, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Has this good-for-nothing... truly gone mad? Valuing a soul beast over his own life?

He suddenly remembered Ye Wanqing's crazy revenge that almost overturned Heaven Dou City when Su Ling was severely injured and dying!

A thought like an ice cone pierced his mind: 'If this kid really dies here, will that extremely protective Madam Ye hold all of us accountable?'

He subtly signaled to the person beside him.

That person silently melted into the shadows and sped towards Su Mansion—Ye Wanqing must be notified immediately!

Salas's facial muscles twitched. Although dissatisfied, he didn't dare to truly attack Su Ling.

Martial Soul Hall didn't fear the Su Family, but Su Qingtian was an old lunatic.

If he made a move, Martial Soul Hall might not be able to protect him, the Archbishop.

The Soul Saints behind him exchanged glances, none daring to step forward.

Heaven Dou City was still blockaded by the Su Family's people.

Who dared to touch the Su Family's sole heir, besides a Titled Douluo?

Gu Yuena's small face was forced into Su Ling's chest.

The cold, bloodstained fabric clung tightly to her pale, cool skin.

She could clearly hear the beating of the heart within his chest.

Weak, chaotic, each beat pulled at his shattered wounds, emitting a dull, painful tremor.

Like the last struggle of a candle flame before extinguishing in the wind.

This embrace... was not warm at all, yet it inexplicably gave her a sense of security.