Ice Dragon King Makes a Move, Yu Xiaogang Returns with the Power of the God of Farts

Yu Yuanzhen's body trembled; that last strike had actually left him feeling a sense of suffocation.

He cast his gaze forward.

A woman wearing a bamboo hat and a simple white dress walked up to Yu Luomian.

To her left stood another woman, also wearing a bamboo hat, while the woman to her right had long, water-blue hair and a cold, breathtakingly beautiful face.

Yu Yuanzhen did not need to think twice; that last attack had been her doing.

He was a Titled Douluo, after all; even when facing a Super Douluo, it should have been impossible for an opponent to heavily injure him and send him flying with a single blow.

"Your Excellency, you have trespassed into our ancestral hall—what is it you want?"

Yu Yuanzhen gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice.

Beneath her veil, Ye Guyue's tone was cold:

"I have come here naturally to agree to Yu Luomian's proposal. If Sect Master Yu does not wish to be killed, it would be best to comply obediently."

"You!" Yu Yuanzhen was so angry his entire body shook. He immediately unleashed the pressure of a Titled Douluo, and his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul manifested behind him.

Terrifying lightning power engulfed the entire ancestral hall.

"How arrogant!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared, "Eighth Soul Skill: Dragon Soaring Sky Thunder Blast!"

The sound of a dragon's roar echoed through the hall.

Boom!

The power of lightning condensed into a violent blue thunder blast, which surged toward Ye Guyue.

Ye Guyue stood silently in place.

Just as Yu Yuanzhen's attack was about to strike, the Ice Dragon King clicked her tongue twice: "Overestimating your own strength!"

The Ice Dragon King stepped forward and caught Yu Yuanzhen's eighth soul skill with her bare hands, crushing it into nothingness before the eyes of everyone present.

"What?"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened; she had crushed his eighth soul skill with her bare hands!

Yu Luomian was startled into a shiver. Who exactly had the Holy Son hired as help? They were even more terrifying than a Titled Douluo.

Under the gaze of the crowd, the Ice Dragon King's eyes turned icy. She swept her gaze over Yu Yuanzhen as if looking at a dead man, then raised her right leg and swept it horizontally.

Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly erected a soul power barrier.

It shattered upon contact. Yu Yuanzhen's soul power barrier was kicked to pieces by the Ice Dragon King, and he was sent flying backward along with it.

"Pfft—"

Yu Yuanzhen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turning deathly pale.

The Ice Dragon King landed silently on the ground, her gaze cold: "I advise you to behave yourself. If you dare to attack again, it won't just be a matter of a single kick."

Yu Yuanzhen clenched his fists; despite the unwillingness in his heart, he was helpless.

The Ice Dragon King returned to Ye Guyue's side and chuckled: "How was that? Did I do alright?"

Ye Guyue's tone was indifferent: "Average."

Upon hearing this, the Ice Dragon King was displeased. She let out a soft huff but said nothing more.

Ye Guyue's gaze turned to Yu Luomian: "You may continue."

Yu Luomian nodded and continued:

"I believe everyone in the sect is already dissatisfied with the Sect Master's choices. If you are willing to leave with me and re-establish the sect, stand by my side. I, Yu Luomian, stake my old life on the guarantee that I will never treat you unfairly, and I will make our lives better and better."

Yu Luomian's words were resonant and highly infectious; many people stepped forward to stand on his side.

One after another, half of the disciples had chosen to stand with Yu Luomian.

The sect had long been plagued by internal strife and external threats; there had to be a reason Yu Luomian could bring in such powerful help.

Perhaps, they could truly revitalize the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage.

"Good, very good! You are all traitors to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage!"

Yu Yuanzhen stood up, his expression looking extremely ugly.

"Sect Master, you cannot say it that way. Ever since you traded my daughter for your son, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage was completely finished. I cannot watch the lineage be ruined in your hands."

Yu Luomian did not give Yu Yuanzhen any face at all. From the moment he made his demands and went to the Martial Soul Hall, they had already burned their bridges.

Just as Yu Yuanzhen felt a sense of powerlessness, a very feminine, delicate voice rang out from the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Let me see who dares to betray the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage."

Everyone looked in unison toward the entrance of the hall.

They saw Yu Xiaogang holding his fingers in an orchid gesture, swaying his waist as he walked in slowly.

A black robe draped over his slender frame, and his face was caked in deathly pale powder. An indescribable, feminine aura wafted toward them, causing many disciples to subconsciously cover their noses, their faces showing disgust.

"Xiaogang? How did you return!"

Yu Yuanzhen was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to grab him:

"Leave quickly! This is no place for you; there are powerful experts on the other side!"

Yu Xiaogang gently shook off his hand, smoothed his robes with a delicate orchid-finger gesture, and spoke in a shrill voice:

"Father, I will not leave. I am here to help you."

"You cannot help me!" Yu Yuanzhen stomped his feet in anxiety. "They were able to defeat even me in a single move; you are only coming here to throw your life away!"

Oh my, I told you not to return to the clan, yet you insist on coming back at a time like this.

You are going to be the death of me.

Yu Xiaogang shook his head and lifted his chin triumphantly:

"Rest assured, Father. I have received the inheritance of the God of Farts. My strength is no longer what it once was; dealing with them will be more than enough."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire ancestral hall fell into instant silence.

The disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon looked at one another, their faces filled with shock.

The God of Farts? What kind of nonsensical deity was this?

Ye Guyue, hidden beneath a bamboo hat, was not particularly surprised.

As expected, only such an eccentric deity would choose Yu Xiaogang.

"Watch closely!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a loud shout and spun around abruptly.

A pillar of purple light descended from the sky, enveloping his body.

The very moment his purple armor manifested...

"Pfft--"

A deafening fart echoed throughout the ancestral hall.

Yu Yuanzhen, standing directly behind him, bore the brunt of the blast and was sent flying by the toxic purple wave of flatulence, slamming heavily into a pillar before foaming at the mouth and passing out with his eyes rolled back.

The purple stench spread instantly, and several disciples standing nearby collapsed to the ground, clutching their stomachs and retching violently.

Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at the unconscious Yu Yuanzhen, feeling not a shred of guilt, but rather becoming even more arrogant.

He stood with his hands on his hips and laughed shrilly:

"Hmph, did you see that? This is the power of the God of Farts! None of you are getting away today; I am going to cripple you all to avenge my father!"

Ye Guyue stared at the purple armor on Yu Xiaogang. Is that a divine suit?

Yu Xiaogang's current strength is merely borrowed from the power of the God of Farts.

Ye Guyue looked toward the Ice Dragon King: "Can you handle it? If not, I'll call someone else."

"Do not look down on me. A mere God of Farts? What kind of trash deity is that? In my prime, he wouldn't even be fit to carry my shoes."

The Ice Dragon King let out a soft huff.

Ye Guyue's words had greatly displeased the Ice Dragon King; it was as if he were looking down on her.

If she let that fellow, the Fire Dragon King, come out, wouldn't he just be watching her make a fool of herself?

Ye Guyue leaned closer to the Ice Dragon King and whispered:

"It would be best if you can. If not, not only I, but the Fire Dragon King will look down on you."

The Ice Dragon King froze. How could he provoke a dragon like that?

Even though it was a taunt, she fell for it completely.

The Ice Dragon King's gaze sharpened, locking onto the Yu Xiaogang before her:

"You had best run now, or I shall make you wish you were dead later!"

Yu Xiaogang gave a smug smile, the corners of his mouth curling up beneath the armor:

"You are a woman, what could you possibly use to fight me? You really make me laugh."