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

Upon hearing the words "good-for-nothing trash" and "plagiarizing the work of others," Yu Xiaogang reacted like a stray dog whose sore spot had been stepped on.

His body, previously weak and frail, suddenly found a surge of strength from nowhere, and he struggled violently.

"Clang—"

The thick steel chains rattled intensely as he tugged at them, the sound piercingly harsh in the deathly silent water dungeon.

"Shut your mouth!

What could you possibly understand?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes were bloodshot, his breathing heavy like an ox.

He stared fixedly at Qian Yu, who stood high above him.

His hoarse voice was filled with the rage and resentment of someone whose facade had been stripped away:

"I am not trash!

My theories are invincible!"

Yu Xiaogang gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, as if he were using every ounce of his strength to defend his pathetic self-esteem:

"Who do you think you are, daring to spout such nonsense at me here?!"

"Let me tell you!

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

Yu Xiaogang tilted his head back, even while trapped in prison and covered in filth and blood.

On his face, he forced a look of pride and fanaticism that belonged to a disciple of a great sect:

"Flowing through my veins is the noble bloodline of the world's number one beast martial soul!"

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

"The ninety-fifth-level Super Douluo who shakes the continent, the Thunder Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen!"

Mentioning his father gave Yu Xiaogang more confidence, and his voice turned shrill:

"I am his most beloved son!

I am the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

"So what if my martial soul mutated and I can never break through level thirty?

My birth, my background—how could a nameless nobody like you, who only dares to spout nonsense from the shadows, ever compare to me?!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, a frantic light flickering in his eyes as if he were clutching at a final straw:

"Dong'er understands me!

She knows my talent, and she doesn't care about my strength!

She is willing to give up her status as the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall for me!"

"If Martial Soul Hall dares to touch a single hair on my head, my father and the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will never let you off!"

The hysterical roar of Yu Xiaogang echoed through the empty, damp water dungeon.

He tried to use his illustrious family background and the reputation of the "world's number one beast martial soul" to mask the extreme inferiority and fear in his heart.

He tried to resist the suffocating pressure radiating from the young man before him.

However.

Faced with Yu Xiaogang's desperate attempt to brandish his family status.

Qian Yu's expression did not change in the slightest.

He did not even frown; he simply stood there quietly, as if watching a comical monkey show.

Only when Yu Xiaogang finished roaring and was staring at him while gasping for air.

Did Qian Yu tilt his head slightly, the corners of his mouth curling into an undisguised sneer:

"Are you finished?"

Qian Yu chuckled aloud, the sound echoing in the empty, cold water dungeon as if he had just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world.

Qian Yu paced slowly until he stood right in front of Yu Xiaogang.

He looked down from above at the face twisted by impotent rage.

"Invincible theories?"

Qian Yu seemed to chew on the words, the mockery in his eyes deepening:

"A piece of trash who can't even break through level thirty, yet you have the audacity to talk about invincible martial souls.

Of your so-called 'Ten Core Competencies,' which one have you ever practiced yourself?

You've done nothing but rely on Dong'er's trust in you."

"In the library of the Martial Soul Hall, you merely flipped through a few manuscripts left by your predecessors and shamelessly signed your own name to them."

"Without the foundation accumulated by the Martial Soul Hall over these thousands of years, you, Yu Xiaogang, wouldn't even be able to produce a single fart."

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

Yet, he was pinned down by the bone-chilling gaze of Qian Yu, unable to utter a single word.

"As for the background you take such pride in..."

Qian Yu leaned in slightly, his voice soft, yet every word was like a blade:

"The number one beast martial soul under the heavens?"

"A noble bloodline?"

"How utterly laughable."

"A direct descendant of the dignified Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, yet you awakened a pig that can only fart."

"You call that noble?"

"You say you are the most favored son of Yu Yuanzhen?"

The mockery at the corners of Qian Yu's mouth was practically overflowing:

"If you were truly favored, why would you be mocked and pointed at by the entire sect behind your back?"

"Why would you be forced to flee the family like a stray dog, wandering aimlessly?"

"Where was your father, who shakes the continent with his might, when you were being spurned by your own kin?"

"Stop deceiving yourself, Yu Xiaogang."

"In the eyes of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, you are not some young master at all."

"You are merely a stain that brings them shame, a disgrace!"

"You--! Pfft!"

Yu Xiaogang was so enraged that his heart gave way, and a mouthful of turbid blood sprayed out, staining the tattered lapels of his robe.

He glared fixedly at Qian Yu, his entire body trembling violently as his defenses were being ruthlessly torn apart, layer by layer, by Qian Yu.

But Qian Yu had no intention of stopping.

He elegantly used a pristine white handkerchief to wipe away non-existent dust from his fingertips and continued:

"Threatening the Martial Soul Hall with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Don't say you're just a piece of trash kicked to the curb; even if Yu Yuanzhen were standing here in person today."

"Ask him—would he dare to act presumptuously before my Martial Soul Hall?"

"Would he dare to even breathe loudly in front of me, Qian Yu?!"

"The Upper Three Sects?"

"In my eyes, they are nothing more than a few slightly larger crawling insects."

Qian Yu's tone was permeated with an absolute, world-dominating arrogance.

It was the absolute self-confidence belonging to the strongest genius of the Martial Soul Hall, the successor of the Seraphim!

Finally, Qian Yu's gaze fell upon Yu Xiaogang's eyes, which were filled with despair.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and delivered the final blow—the most lethal one of all:

"Also, you said just now that Dong'er understands you?"

"That she is willing to give up everything for you?"

Qian Yu shook his head in pity:

"It seems you are still unaware."

"Just half an hour ago, inside the Pope Palace."

"That Dong'er you speak of, who is willing to give up everything for you, has already personally agreed to the marriage bestowed by the Senior Brother."

Qian Yu savored the expression that instantly froze on Yu Xiaogang's face and said, word by word:

"In half a month, she will don the most magnificent wedding dress."

"She will become my, Qian Yu's, wife, and the young mistress of my Qian family."

"And the price she paid to trade for your lowly life is... to forever, completely erase the name of a piece of trash like you from her memory."

"Impossible... this is impossible! You are lying to me!!!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs covered in terrifying red blood vessels, as if they were about to bulge right out of their sockets.

He writhed like a dying mad dog, struggling desperately with his broken body.

The "clatter-clatter" sound of iron chains rang out frantically in the deathly silent water dungeon.

"Dong'er loves me!"

"We swore an oath to be together forever!"

"She would never agree to marry a devil like you!"

"Never!!!"