Yu Yuanzhen's body trembled. That single blow had just made him feel as if he were suffocating.
He looked over.
A woman in a plain white dress and a bamboo hat walked up to Yu Luomian.
Another woman, also wearing a bamboo hat, stood to her left. The woman on the right, however, had long, water-blue hair and a cool, stunningly beautiful face.
Yu Yuanzhen didn't think twice. That attack just now had come from her.
He was a Titled Douluo, after all. Even against a Super Douluo, it was impossible for his opponent to severely injure and send him flying with one strike.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in the ancestral hall without permission?"
Yu Yuanzhen clenched his jaw and asked in a low voice.
Ye Guyue's voice was cool beneath her veil.
"I came here because I agree with Yu Luomian's proposal. Sect Master Yu, if you don't want to be killed, you'd better do as you're told."
"You!" Yu Yuanzhen shook with fury. The pressure of a Titled Douluo burst from him as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul appeared.
Terrifying lightning enveloped the entire ancestral hall.
"Arrogant!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared, "Eighth Soul Skill, Dragon Soaring Sky Thunder Blast!"
A dragon's roar rang through the ancestral hall.
Rumble!
A violent blue thunderblast, condensed from lightning, hurtled toward Ye Guyue.
Ye Guyue stood perfectly still.
Just as Yu Yuanzhen's attack was about to hit, the Ice Dragon King clicked her tongue twice. "You don't know your own limits!"
The Ice Dragon King stepped forward and caught Yu Yuanzhen's Eighth Soul Skill with her bare hand. With everyone watching, she crushed it out of existence.
"What?"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened. She had crushed his Eighth Soul Skill with her bare hand!
Yu Luomian shuddered in fright. Where had the Holy Son found this helper? She was even more terrifying than a Titled Douluo.
Under everyone's gaze, 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 kicked across.
Yu Yuanzhen's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly raised a Soul Power barrier.
It shattered on contact. The Ice Dragon King kicked Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power barrier apart and sent him flying along with it.
"Pfft—"
Yu Yuanzhen spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale.
The Ice Dragon King landed quietly, her eyes cold. "I advise you to behave. If you keep attacking whenever you feel like it, next time it won't just be a kick."
Yu Yuanzhen clenched his fists. Though unwilling, there was nothing he could do.
The Ice Dragon King returned to Ye Guyue's side and smiled. "So, how'd I do?"
Ye Guyue's tone was flat. "So-so."
The Ice Dragon King didn't like that one bit. She gave a soft snort and said nothing more.
Ye Guyue looked at Yu Luomian. "You can continue."
Yu Luomian nodded and went on:
"I believe everyone in the sect is already dissatisfied with the Sect Master's decisions. If you're willing to leave with me and rebuild the sect, stand on my side. I, Yu Luomian, stake my life on this: I will never treat you unfairly, and I'll make sure our lives get better and better."
Yu Luomian's words rang out with conviction and moved the crowd. Many people began taking his side.
One after another, the disciples chose to stand with Yu Luomian. By now, half of them had done so.
The sect was already beset by internal and external troubles. Yu Luomian must have had a reason for finding such a powerful ally.
Perhaps they could restore the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage to its former glory.
"Fine! Very fine! You're all traitors to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage!"
Yu Yuanzhen got to his feet, his expression ashen.
"Sect Master, you can't put it like that. The moment you traded my daughter for your son, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage was done for. I couldn't stand by and watch it fall apart in your hands."
Yu Luomian showed Yu Yuanzhen no consideration whatsoever. They had already fallen out when Yu Luomian made his demand and then went to Spirit Hall.
Just as Yu Yuanzhen was beginning to feel powerless, a strangely effeminate voice rang out from the entrance to the ancestral hall.
"I'd like to see who dares to leave the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon lineage."
Everyone turned toward the entrance in unison.
Yu Xiaogang came striding in slowly, holding his hands in delicate orchid-finger poses and swaying his hips.
A black robe clung to his slender frame. His face was coated in ghastly white makeup, and an indescribably effeminate air came rolling off him. Several disciples instinctively covered their noses, their faces full of disgust.
"Xiaogang? Why are you back?"
Yu Yuanzhen was stunned. He hurried forward and grabbed him.
"Go! This isn't a place for you. They have powerful experts on their side!"
Yu Xiaogang gently shook off his hand, adjusted his hem with a dainty orchid-finger pose, and spoke in a thin, shrill voice.
"Father, I'm not leaving. I came to help you."
"You can't help me!" Yu Yuanzhen stamped his feet in agitation. "They can defeat even me with a single move. If you stay, you'll only get yourself killed!"
I told you not to come back to the clan, but you just had to return now.
You're going to be the death of me.
Yu Xiaogang shook his head and raised his chin smugly.
"Don't worry, Father. I've received the Inheritance of the God of Farts. I'm far stronger than I used to be. They'll be no match for me."
At those words, the entire ancestral hall fell silent.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon disciples exchanged bewildered looks, their faces full of shock.
The God of Farts? What kind of ridiculous deity was that?
Ye Guyue wasn't very surprised beneath her bamboo hat.
Of course. Only some bizarre deity like that would choose Yu Xiaogang.
"Watch closely!"
Yu Xiaogang shouted and abruptly turned around.
A purple pillar of light descended from the sky, enveloping him.
The moment the purple armor covered his body...
"Pfft—"
A fart like a thunderclap rang through the ancestral hall.
Yu Yuanzhen, standing right behind him, took the full force of it. The toxic purple wave flung him away and slammed him into a pillar. He foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes back, and passed out.
The purple stench spread instantly. Several disciples nearby collapsed too, clutching their stomachs and retching violently.
Yu Xiaogang turned around and looked at the unconscious Yu Yuanzhen without a trace of guilt. If anything, he looked even more arrogant.
He planted his hands on his hips and laughed shrilly.
"Heh-heh, see that? That's the power of the God of Farts! None of you are getting away today. I'll cripple you all and avenge my father!"
Ye Guyue studied the purple armor on Yu Xiaogang. A divine armor?
For now, Yu Xiaogang's strength came only from the power of the God of Farts.
Ye Guyue looked at the Ice Dragon King. "Can you handle it? If not, I'll call someone."
"Don't underestimate me. A puny God of Farts? What kind of trash deity is that? At my peak, he wasn't even fit to put shoes on me."
The Ice Dragon King gave a soft snort.
Ye Guyue's words irritated the Ice Dragon King. It was as if she were looking down on her.
If she called out that Fire Dragon King, wouldn't he get to laugh at her?
Ye Guyue leaned closer to the Ice Dragon King and whispered:
"You'd better be able to handle it. If you can't, both I and the Fire Dragon King will look down on you."
The Ice Dragon King froze. Who provoked a dragon like that?
It was a taunt, but she fell for it all the same.
The Ice Dragon King fixed her sharp gaze on Yu Xiaogang.
"You'd better run now. Otherwise, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Yu Xiaogang laughed smugly, the corners of his mouth curling beneath the armor.
"You're a woman. What could you possibly fight me with? You're hilarious."
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