Darkness Domain! Level 93 Yu Yuanzhen Comes Calling: You Humiliated My Clan-Give Me an Explanation!

The two instantly clashed, dull impacts booming across the Gobi.

Qian Yu didn't use any killing moves at the start.

Relying only on the formidable physique and Soul Power of his Dark Sacred Dragon, he calmly parried Gu Rong's moves.

After dozens of exchanges, Gu Rong used the momentum to pull away, breathing slightly harder as he shouted:

"In a straightforward contest of strength, I really can't match your ultimate true dragon!"

"But the warm-up's over!

Qian Yu, let's see if you can defend against my spatial power!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, the space around Gu Rong twisted violently, and he instantly merged with the void.

He became countless afterimages, making eerie leaps through rifts in space as he tried to launch a lethal attack from an absolute blind spot.

Qian Yu stood where he was, watching the spatial ripples flicker all around him. A composed smile curled his lips.

"Spatial power is certainly troublesome, but I came prepared."

"Gu Rong, let me show you the ability I awakened after obtaining my Seventh Soul Ring."

The deep black Soul Ring around Qian Yu suddenly lit up. He barked:

"Darkness Domain, open!"

In an instant, an ultimate, pure darkness erupted around Qian Yu.

Like a black tsunami, it swallowed the area for hundreds of meters around them.

Within this absolute Darkness Domain,

the once-active spatial fluctuations sank into a thick mire and were instantly suppressed.

"How is that possible?!"

Gu Rong's shocked voice came from the void.

"My spatial travel... it's been completely sealed?!"

Qian Yu chuckled. His figure flashed forward like a ghost, appearing right before Gu Rong's forced-out true form.

Qian Yu raised his right hand, a dragon claw wrapped in ultimate black light.

It casually tore through the Bone Dragon defense Gu Rong had hastily formed, then stopped securely at his throat.

"You lose."

Qian Yu spoke calmly.

Gu Rong stared at the lethal dragon claw right in front of him, feeling the suffocating pressure of the darkness.

He froze for a moment, then smiled wryly and dispersed his Martial Soul.

Yet instead of losing heart, Gu Rong excitedly muttered to himself:

"So that's it... so that's it!"

"I've relied too much on the unpredictability of spatial power, trying to take shortcuts, while neglecting the Bone Dragon's core defenses and strength!

"Before the absolute suppression of a domain and raw power, those flashy spatial techniques are utterly useless!"

Gu Rong abruptly raised his head, his face alight with joy. He cupped his fists toward Qian Yu and laughed:

"Splendid!

"Thank you!

"Your Darkness Domain has really knocked some sense into me!"

"The bottleneck that's held me back for years has finally loosened!

"I can see the threshold of Titled Douluo!"

Qian Yu arched a brow, curiosity flickering in his eyes.

"You're only Level 88. You're still two levels away from becoming a Titled Douluo. How can you claim you've already seen the threshold?"

Gu Rong laughed heartily and waved a hand.

"Haha, you don't know the whole story.

"I've been stuck at Level 88 for all these years not because I haven't accumulated enough Soul Power, but because my state of mind and understanding of my Martial Soul hit a dead end.

"Now that your domain has suppressed me, I've finally rediscovered the Bone Dragon's source of power.

"Once you punch through the hardest part, the rest will fall into place naturally!"

Gu Rong's eyes shone with confidence.

"As long as I return and spend some time in seclusion, I'll break through to Level 89.

"Then I'll push straight to Level 90. It'll be a piece of cake!"

Qian Yu nodded slightly and smiled.

"In that case, congratulations in advance on becoming a Titled Douluo."

"I'll take your word for it!

"I, Gu Rong, will remember this kindness!"

Gu Rong cupped his fists firmly and spoke eagerly:

"There's no time to waste. I'll head back and enter seclusion now. Once I break through to Level 90, I'll come find you, and we'll drink a few rounds!"

With that, Gu Rong turned and became a streak of light, speeding toward Heaven Dou City.

Qian Yu returned to Heaven Dou City with Bibi Dong.

Over the next two days,

the two stayed in Quiet Garden and cultivated as usual, going out to explore whenever they had some free time.

Every night and at dawn, their passion blazed.

However, before Dugu Bo could come knocking, an uninvited guest showed up.

"Boom!"

With a deafening clap of thunder,

the gate of Quiet Garden was blasted into a shower of splintered wood by a violent lightning strike.

A dignified old man with a stocky build and a head of blue hair,

surrounded by crackling lightning, strode into the courtyard.

It was Yu Yuanzhen!

At this point, Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power was only Level 93.

Qian Yu and Bibi Dong heard the noise and stepped out of their room.

Looking at the wreckage strewn across the courtyard, Bibi Dong's eyes flashed coldly as she rebuked him sharply:

"Yu Yuanzhen, how dare you!

"You dare break into a garden belonging to Spirit Hall? Are you trying to start a war between us?"

Yu Yuanzhen snorted.

The formidable pressure of a Level 93 Titled Douluo erupted without restraint.

His tiger-like eyes fixed on Qian Yu. Fury twisted his face into a sneer.

"So what if he's the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son?

"The pride of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect won't let some brat trample all over it!"

"Qian Yu!

"You grievously wounded my eldest son, Yu Xiaoyan, time and again, and humiliated my youngest son, Yu Xiaogang.

"They were outmatched and suffered the humiliation. I, Yu Yuanzhen, can grit my teeth and accept that!"

Yu Yuanzhen took a fierce step forward, lightning surging around him as his voice rang like a bell:

"But the one thing you absolutely should not have done was insult the inherited Martial Soul of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in public at the Great Soul Arena two days ago!"

"You actually had the gall to call our illustrious, number-one Beast Martial Soul in the world a 'mongrel pseudo-dragon'!"

"Today, even if you are the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son, even if Qian Daoliu is standing right here,

"you will answer to my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect for those outrageous words!"

Qian Yu showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he chuckled.

Qian Yu patted the back of Bibi Dong's hand, signaling her to relax.

Then he stood with his hands behind his back and regarded Yu Yuanzhen with haughty disdain, his voice brimming with undisguised mockery:

"An explanation?

"What kind of explanation does Sect Master Yu want?"

"Was I wrong?

"It's nothing but a lightning-attribute mutation with a trace of diluted dragon blood. It can't even release the pressure of a true dragon.

"If it's not a mongrel pseudo-dragon, then what is it?"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes bulged. Trembling with rage, he roared:

"You insolent brat!

"You're asking for death!"

Qian Yu's smile vanished, and his gaze turned cold as ice.

"Since Sect Master Yu insists on deluding himself and clinging to that ridiculous pride,

"then today, I'll be magnanimous and go to the trouble of knocking some sense into you!"

Yu Yuanzhen drew a deep breath. His chest heaved several times.

He forcibly tamped down his surging rage, managing to clear his head a little.

He knew full well

that if he truly broke with them here and even harmed the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son,

the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would never withstand Spirit Hall's wrath.