Defeating Tang Hao, Ye Guyue is the Foremost of the Younger Generation

Under the bombardment of Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage, Tang Hao stood his ground, bracing against the onslaught as he transformed his Clear Sky Hammer into a hundred-meter-tall giant weapon.

The might of the Clear Sky Hammer was sufficient to crush any tool-type martial soul, and by unleashing his martial soul avatar, he was capable of contending even with a Title Douluo.

As the secret combat techniques of the Clear Sky Sect, the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes comprised nine forms—Shock, Break, Collapse, Entwine, Penetrate, Seal, Wrap, Press, and Absolute—all specialized in exploiting openings and breaking defenses.

Under the pressure of the Ten Thousand Dragons Pilgrimage, blood spilled from the corner of Tang Hao's mouth.

Leaping into mid-air, Tang Hao's gaze turned resolute.

"Clear Sky Hammer, Heaven-Surpassing Strike."

This time, the attack from the Clear Sky Hammer carried unprecedented power.

Coupled with the Heaven-Surpassing Strike, even a Title Douluo would have to suffer the consequences of such a blow.

Tang Chen was extremely satisfied: "Hao'er has actually cultivated the Clear Sky Hammer to this level. Brother Qian, the outcome shall be decided by this single strike."

Qian Daoliu remained unperturbed: "Brother Tang, let us wait and see. I have absolute confidence in Guyue."

"Seventh Soul Skill, Radiant Holy Dragon Avatar!"

The next moment, Ye Guyue transformed into a hundred-meter-long Radiant Holy Dragon avatar, all his attributes surging by twelve times.

Under the enhancement of the Radiant Holy Dragon, Ye Guyue once again unleashed the second ability of his seventh soul skill.

"Twin Dragon Sacrifice, Bloodline Symbiosis."

Ye Guyue channeled all the bloodline power within his body, entering the Holy Dragon Symbiosis state, which could only be maintained for sixty seconds.

Facing Tang Hao's attack, Ye Guyue decided to unleash his full power to see exactly how strong his most formidable strike truly was.

"Second Soul Bone Skill, Holy Dragon Heaven-Stomping Strike!"

All the power of the Radiant Holy Dragon condensed upon his right leg, transforming into a sphere of light that blasted toward Tang Hao.

The two intense beams of light drew the gaze of everyone present; Bibi Dong's eyes shimmered with golden light as she watched the radiant Ye Guyue, her heart filled with ecstasy.

So handsome, so dashing, my husband. I shall reward you well tonight.

The two attacks collided, generating a massive shockwave that held everyone's attention.

Ye Guyue's figure pierced through Tang Hao's body in an instant, and Tang Hao fell like a withered leaf, his Clear Sky Hammer reverting to its original form as his body plummeted toward the ground.

The heavy thud of his landing signaled Tang Hao's defeat.

Ye Guyue landed slowly, retracting all the aura from his body.

Under the watchful eyes of the many elders, Ye Guyue remained practically spotless.

"Hao'er, are you alright?" Tang Chen stepped forward to help the fallen Tang Hao up.

Tang Hao's face was pale as he shook his head: "I am fine, it is just that the opponent was too strong, to the point where I had no power to retaliate."

This strength was an overwhelming, crushing force. Looking at Ye Guyue's peerless, elegant countenance, he truly could not believe that he had actually lost.

The opponent's power far surpassed his own, possessing dual hundred-thousand-year soul rings. He had thought he could compensate with the might of the Clear Sky Hammer and its secret arts, but he had been wrong.

He had misjudged the opponent's strength.

Qian Daoliu laughed heartily: "My apologies, Brother Tang. It seems my Guyue has emerged victorious. Go back and practice more."

Tang Chen's face turned livid, but he forced a smile: "Congratulations, Brother Qian, for having such an outstanding Holy Son."

"Ye Guyue can be considered the number one of the younger generation."

"No need for you to say it, Brother Tang, Guyue is already the number one," Qian Daoliu said with a smug smile.

Tang Chen looked at the gloating Qian Daoliu, feeling as if he had swallowed something worse than excrement.

"Husband, you are truly amazing."

Bibi Dong could not hide the excitement in her heart; she immediately lunged forward, wrapped her arms around Ye Guyue's neck, and offered a sweet kiss.

"Dong'er, don't," Ye Guyue hurriedly refused, but he was firmly kissed by Bibi Dong for a full minute.

After pulling away, Bibi Dong leaned into Ye Guyue's ear and whispered with a low laugh: "Tonight, I will help you vent your fire, husband—perhaps with my mouth or something similar."

"Dong'er, you... you are truly unreasonable," Ye Guyue flushed bright red. "I don't need that."

He glanced at the seven elder grandfathers, all of whom were watching him with expressions of amusement, and his face burned even hotter.

He immediately said: "Grandfathers, I am taking Dong'er back now. You all continue your chat."

He pulled Bibi Dong away from the place that had caused him such embarrassment.

"Little Yueyue, you and the Saintess should work hard and try to have a child soon."

Guangling Douluo said with a laugh.

As soon as those words fell, Ye Guyue's body stiffened, and he immediately lowered his head and walked away quickly.

Bibi Dong, however, answered for Ye Guyue: "Don't worry, Senior Guangling, I will urge my husband as soon as we return..."

Bibi Dong directly covered Ye Guyue's mouth and scolded: "Shut up. If you dare to say another word, don't blame me for being impolite."

After the two left, Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed: "Old Five, you don't mind that Guyue is shy."

Guangling Douluo chuckled: "Second Brother, you can just think of Little Yueyue as a granddaughter; either way, granddaughters and grandsons can switch back and forth."

Golden Crocodile Douluo laughed heartily.

On the other side, Ye Guyue quickly fled until he reached the base of a tree and sat down.

"Senior Sister, why are you blushing?"

Bibi Dong lay in Ye Guyue's arms, blinking her eyes.

"Shut up, it's all your fault! Kissing me in front of so many people—isn't kissing at night enough for you?" Ye Guyue said, his face flushed with shame and anger.

"But the night is different. This was a tribute-kiss, and besides, I can just try harder tonight, can't I?"

Bibi Dong smirked mischievously.

"Get lost, get lost, get lost! You're acting just like a female hooligan. From now on, I'm not taking you anywhere else; you can just stay in Martial Soul Hall by yourself."

Ye Guyue hardened his heart, threw down those words, and turned to leave.

If he didn't teach Bibi Dong a lesson, she would never know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Bibi Dong tumbled to the ground, but immediately scrambled up and chased after him.

"Husband, let's talk this over, don't be angry! At worst, we can just stick to once a day," Bibi Dong said, quickly catching up.

She couldn't bear the thought of being left behind alone in Martial Soul Hall.

No, she had to strike first; she would drain her husband dry tonight.

They left the Pope Palace and arrived in the courtyard.

Bibi Dong was already panting heavily.

"Dong'er, you need to listen to your husband when we're outside, yet you insist on doing the opposite. You really are disobedient."

Ye Guyue stopped in his tracks, looked at Bibi Dong, and chided, "If I take you out again and you disobey me and make me lose face, just wait and see how I deal with you."

"So, Husband isn't angry anymore?" Bibi Dong smiled.

Ye Guyue rubbed his forehead in resignation, "Why would I be angry? We are a married couple living under the same roof, what is the point?"

"I knew Husband was the best. Whatever makes you comfortable tonight, I'll follow your lead. I've actually learned some new positions."

Bibi Dong giggled seductively.

She had indeed studied quite a few new positions, guaranteed to conquer her proud husband.

All she had to do now was make her husband fall into depravity, but actually making him fall was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Her cultivation couldn't keep up, so at night she was basically left staring blankly, unable to drain her husband of his strength.

To truly achieve her goal, she would need deeper cultivation and the blessing of a deity.

When that time came, taking down her husband would be a piece of cake. Just thinking about his fallen state was thrilling.

"Get lost, stop being so filthy all day long. I need to cultivate, don't disturb me."