Yu Xiaogang: I Will Destroy Martial Soul Hall at All Costs

"There were rumors that he was a woman, but seeing him today, even as a man, he is enough to make the whole world turn its head."

Whispers spread through the crowd, yet no one dared to speak loudly, their gazes fixed firmly on the two figures upon the red carpet.

In the guest seating area, Tang Hao and Tang Xiao exchanged a glance, both seeing astonishment in the other's eyes.

So beautiful—no, that wasn't right; why did he feel a sense of heart-fluttering attraction?

If one hadn't mentioned he was a man, he would surely be mistaken for a woman.

Tang Chen watched the pair, smiling as he spoke to Qian Daoliu beside him:

"Brother Qian, this junior of yours is truly a dragon among men; he is far stronger than we were back in our day."

Qian Daoliu's eyes held a smile, his gaze resting on Ye Guyue with nothing but doting affection.

The two things he was proudest of in his life were guarding the inheritance of the Angel Clan and watching Ye Guyue grow up step by step; now, seeing him wed, he felt his heart was finally complete.

The union of these two was truly a match made in heaven.

Upon hearing that Ye Guyue had resolved the matter regarding Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong, he had strictly ordered that she not be contacted for half a month, simply to test Bibi Dong's attitude.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong's reaction had dispelled his concerns; she had come to the Worship Hall almost every day, only to be turned away by him each time.

At the seats reserved for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, everyone's expressions were incredibly grim.

The news that Yu Xiaogang had been crippled and thrown out of Martial Soul City had long since spread, and they were already in the wrong.

At this moment, watching the two radiant figures on the red carpet, they didn't even dare to lift their heads, fearing they might incur the displeasure of Martial Soul Hall.

They dared not speak; they were truly terrified of being sanctioned.

As it stood, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan only had one Titled Douluo, and they could not afford to provoke Martial Soul Hall—yet Yu Xiaogang had actually gone and deceived the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall.

Was that not the act of a fool, courting his own death?

Young Sect Master Ning Fengzhi twirled his folding fan, his gaze lingering on Ye Guyue, feeling an increasing sense of dread regarding the future of Martial Soul Hall.

If these two were to unite, the child born of them would surely be a force that suppressed all others.

It seemed the future landscape of the continent was truly about to change.

Today, he had come on behalf of his father; the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in seclusion, and this was an opportunity for him, the Young Sect Master, to get out and make connections.

On the red carpet, Ye Guyue seemed oblivious to the surrounding gazes, merely tightening his grip on Bibi Dong's hand.

Bibi Dong turned her head, looking into Ye Guyue's eyes, feeling incomparably happy.

The days she had once lived for Yu Xiaogang had long since vanished like smoke; from this day forward, in her world, there was only her Senior Sister.

The two walked very slowly across the tens of meters of red carpet until they stepped onto the ceremonial platform, where Qian Xunji stood up, looked at the guests filling the venue, and loudly announced that the wedding ceremony had officially begun.

His booming voice carried throughout all of Martial Soul City, and deafening cheers of congratulations erupted instantly across the plaza.

Firecrackers exploded once more, and petals fell from the sky like rain, landing gently upon their red wedding attire.

Qian Xunji, dressed in golden ceremonial robes and looking dashing, shouted:

"Welcome to you all, for coming to attend the wedding ceremony of my two disciples."

"Here, I, Qian Xunji, announce that Ye Guyue is officially the Holy Son of Martial Soul Hall."

With the position of Holy Son established, the crowd was in an uproar; everyone knew that the Holy Son held the qualification to inherit the position of Pope.

Under the witness of Qian Xunji, Bibi Dong and Ye Guyue performed the rites of husband and wife.

Seeing this scene, Qian Xunji continued to ask: "The two of you, are you willing to accompany each other for a lifetime, never to be separated?"

Ye Guyue's expression was cold and detached, yet he tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "I am willing."

When it was Bibi Dong's turn, a faint blush appeared on her beautiful face; she did not answer, but instead stood on her tiptoes and took the initiative to kiss Ye Guyue's lips.

This gesture truly made those around them envious.

Actions were far more moving than words.

"Senior Sister, I love you, for all of eternity."

Bibi Dong pulled away, speaking with deep affection.

Ye Guyue smiled faintly, "You've become sensible."

However, this moment was naturally the time to reveal exactly what had happened after Yu Xiaogang left, and what events had transpired.

Ye Guyue held Bibi Dong in his arms and looked toward the applauding crowd, his eyes occasionally glancing at the representatives of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

This gave Yu Yuanzhen a very bad feeling.

Then, the Holy Son Ye Guyue chuckled: "Everyone, since you have come, you cannot leave empty-handed; let me introduce you to something good."

A Dragon Breath Crystal appeared in his hand; it could clearly display everything that had occurred, acting as a form of recording stone.

This was something he had managed to swindle from Gu Yuena in the Star Dou Great Forest with great difficulty.

Injecting a sliver of soul power, the Dragon Breath Crystal suddenly projected images into the air, first showing a clear view of Martial Soul Hall.

Immediately following that, the scene shifted, revealing a gloomy, rainy night filled with wind and storm.

The heavy rain poured down, and the rolling thunder continued without end.

The pitted, uneven road, along with the stagnant water and sludge visible everywhere, made one feel nothing but stifled.

As the image shifted, Yu Xiaogang, lying under a tree with all four limbs broken, came into view.

"Xiaogang!"

Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically; even if Yu Xiaogang was a waste, he was still his son.

At this moment, to see him lying under a tree like a stray dog with all four limbs shattered, completely stripped of his former grace, was unbearable.

In that instant, Yu Yuanzhen seemed to age several years, his hatred for Martial Soul Hall deepening.

No matter what, why would they torture his son to such a state?

"Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong, Ye Guyue, you pair of dogs, I will never let you off."

"If I can return, I will destroy Martial Soul Hall at any cost."

Yu Xiaogang's unwilling shouts echoed incessantly, reverberating through the rainy night.

"Destroy Martial Soul Hall?"

"Ridiculous. Is this the man who calls himself a Grandmaster? Seducing the Holy Son's wife and calling the Holy Son and Holy Maiden dogs—he deserves this fate."

Bibi Dong watched Yu Xiaogang in the image and let out a mocking laugh, though she was mocking no one but her past self, who had once devoted everything to him without hesitation.

She truly felt it was not worth it.

The image shifted again; Yu Xiaogang crawled toward a rain shelter, where an old man happened to pass by.

"Poor soul, do you need help? I can give you a bite to eat."

Yu Xiaogang did not appreciate the kindness, instead beginning to curse: "Get lost! I don't need anyone's charity. I, Yu Xiaogang, am a genius, a Grandmaster!"

The old man spat, muttered "lunatic," and turned to leave.

"Hahaha, Bibi Dong, you fool, why didn't you keep letting me deceive you? You could have been used by me forever; why did you have to wake up?"

"And Ye Guyue, that detestable fellow, once I make a comeback, I will never let you go. I'll sell you straight to the Wind and Moon Pavilion."

The screen went black again, but this time there were no new images; instead, it played the words Yu Xiaogang had confessed while in the dungeon.

Upon hearing these words from Yu Xiaogang, everyone fell silent.

Yu Yuanzhen's face was particularly unsightly.

He had seduced the Holy Maiden, and once he succeeded, he was ready to kick her aside.

The so-called Ten Core Competitiveness Theories were all fake, entirely plagiarized and forged from the books of Martial Soul Hall.

"Brother Yu, this son of yours truly disappoints me."