Qian Yu: Bibi Dong Has Already Agreed to the Marriage! Yu Xiaogang Goes Mad: Dong'er Loves Me!

At the words "useless good-for-nothing" and "stealing others' wisdom," Yu Xiaogang was like a stray dog whose sore paw had been stepped on.

His frail, battered body somehow found a surge of strength, and he struggled violently.

"Clang, clang—"

The thick steel chains rattled fiercely as he pulled against them, their noise especially grating in the deathly silent water prison.

"Shut up!

What do you know?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.

He glared at Qian Yu, who stood lofty before him.

His hoarse voice was filled with fury and indignation at having his disguise torn away:

"I'm not a good-for-nothing!

My theories are invincible!"

Yu Xiaogang gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, as though he were using every last ounce of strength to defend his pitiful pride:

"What are you, to dare spout such nonsense at me?!"

"I'll have you know!

I'm a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects!"

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head, though he was imprisoned and covered in blood and filth.

His face still forced out a look of pride and fervor befitting a child of a great clan:

"Flowing through my veins is the noble bloodline of the greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world!"

"My father is the current head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"The renowned Super Douluo of the continent, the Thunder Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen, at level ninety-five!"

At the mention of his father, Yu Xiaogang's confidence grew, and his voice turned shrill:

"I'm his most beloved son!

I'm a young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"So what if my Martial Soul mutated, leaving me unable to break through level thirty for the rest of my life?

My birth and my background are beyond the reach of an unknown nobody like you, who only dares to spout nonsense from the shadows!"

Yu Xiaogang clenched his teeth, his eyes flashing with madness, as though he had seized the last straw that could save him:

"Dong'er understands me!

She knows how talented I am, and she doesn't care about my strength!

She's willing to give up her status as the Spirit Hall Saintess for me!"

"If Spirit Hall dares lay a finger on me, my father and the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

will never let you get away with it!"

Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar echoed through the empty, damp water prison.

He tried to use his illustrious background and the prestige of "the greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world"

to conceal the deep inferiority and terror in his heart.

To fight back against the suffocating pressure that emanated from the young man before him.

However.

Faced with Yu Xiaogang's desperate boasting about his family's status,

Qian Yu's expression didn't change in the slightest.

He didn't even furrow his brow. He simply stood there quietly, as though enjoying a ridiculous monkey show.

Only after Yu Xiaogang had finished shouting and was panting as he glared at him

did Qian Yu tilt his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curling in unconcealed mockery:

"Are you done?"

Qian Yu chuckled. His laughter echoed through the vast, frigid water prison, as though he'd just heard the most absurd joke in the world.

Qian Yu strolled over to Yu Xiaogang.

He looked down at that twisted face, contorted with impotent rage.

"Invincible theories?"

Qian Yu seemed to savor the words, the mockery in his eyes growing ever deeper:

"A good-for-nothing who can't even break through level thirty dares to talk about invincible Martial Souls.

Which of your so-called 'Ten Core Competencies' did you actually put into practice yourself?

You merely relied on Dong'er's trust in you.

You leafed through a few notes left by your predecessors in Spirit Hall's Library Pavilion, then shamelessly put your own name on them."

"Without the foundation Spirit Hall has amassed over millennia, you, Yu Xiaogang, couldn't even fart."

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale, and his lips trembled violently as he tried to retort.

But Qian Yu's icy gaze pinned him in place, and he couldn't get a word out.

"As for the background you're so proud of..."

Qian Yu leaned forward slightly, his voice soft, yet every word cut like a blade:

"The greatest Beast Martial Soul in the world?

A noble bloodline?

How laughable.

You're a direct descendant of the mighty Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, yet you awakened a pig that farts.

You call that noble?"

"You say you're Yu Yuanzhen's most beloved son?"

The scorn at the corner of Qian Yu's mouth nearly spilled over:

"If you were truly cherished, why did everyone in the clan point at you and laugh?

Why were you driven out like a stray dog, forced to wander from place to place?

When your clan members spat on you, where was your father, the man renowned across the continent?"

"Stop lying to yourself, Yu Xiaogang.

In the eyes of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, you're no young master.

You're a stain that brings them shame, a disgrace!"

"You—!

Pfft!"

Rage overwhelmed Yu Xiaogang, and he spat out a mouthful of murky blood, staining the tattered front of his clothes red.

He glared at Qian Yu, his whole body trembling violently as Qian Yu mercilessly tore his defenses apart, layer by layer.

But Qian Yu had no intention of stopping.

He elegantly wiped dust that wasn't even there from his fingertips with a pristine handkerchief, then continued:

"You'd use the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to threaten Spirit Hall?

Forget that you're just a good-for-nothing kicked out of the clan. Even if Yu Yuanzhen himself stood here today,

ask him whether he'd dare act insolently in front of Spirit Hall.

Ask whether he'd dare breathe too loudly in front of me, Qian Yu!"

"The Upper Three Sects?

In my eyes, they're nothing but a few slightly larger crawling bugs."

Qian Yu's voice brimmed with absolute arrogance, as though he looked down on all creation.

It was the supreme confidence of Spirit Hall's strongest genius, the heir to the Six-Winged Angel!

At last, Qian Yu's gaze settled on Yu Xiaogang's despairing eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and delivered his final blow, the most devastating one:

"And you said Dong'er understands you?

That she'd give everything up for you?"

Qian Yu shook his head pityingly:

"Looks like you still don't know.

Half an hour ago, in the Pope Palace,

the very Dong'er you claim would give everything up for you personally agreed to marry my senior brother."

Qian Yu savored Yu Xiaogang's suddenly frozen expression and spoke each word slowly:

"In half a month, she'll wear the most gorgeous wedding dress.

She'll become my wife, the young mistress of the Qian Family."

"And the price she paid to save your worthless life was...

to erase the name of a good-for-nothing like you from her memories forever."

"Impossible... That can't be true! You're lying to me!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes flew wide, terrible red veins spreading across his eyeballs, as if they were about to bulge from their sockets.

Like a rabid dog on the verge of death, he struggled with all his might against his broken body.

The chains clanged wildly through the deathly silent water prison.

"Dong'er loves me!

We swore we'd be together forever!"

"She'd never agree to marry a devil like you!

Never!!!"