Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian Die! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect Is Wiped Out! A Bountiful Haul of Soul Bones!
"Teacher, what do you think of this place?"
Dugu Ce turned sideways and bowed slightly to Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Golden Crocodile Douluo entered with his hands behind his back, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes:
"The dragon aura is decent, but the thunder power here is far too impure.
Ce'er, those so-called Soul Bone secret arts are merely petty tricks. Only absolute power is fundamental.
Still, it'll do well enough for you to practice on."
In the secret chamber, several golden jade slips floated quietly above a stone platform, surrounded by several high-quality Soul Bones that shone with dazzling light.
"This is the complete advanced method for the 'Dragon Transformation' secret art?"
Dugu Ce beckoned, drawing the jade slips into his hand. He swept his divine sense over them, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"So that's how it is. You strengthen your own dragon might by devouring the blood essence of lesser dragon-type Soul Beasts. No wonder the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect grow more and more violent."
"Dugu Ce... You've already got what you came for..."
Yu Yuanzhen lay outside the door, his eyes dull with despair:
"Spare... Tian Heng... He's innocent..."
"Innocent?"
Dugu Xuan stepped forward, not a trace of pity in his emerald eyes:
"When my son died a miserable death, did you ever think he was innocent?
Yu Yuanzhen, today I won't kill Yu Tianheng. I want him to see with his own eyes
how the family he was so proud of crumbles to dust because of your arrogance."
"Second Master Yu."
Dugu Ce looked at Yu Luomian, his tone tinged with amusement:
"Are you sure you can hold on to the sect master's seat?"
"Of course!
Absolutely!"
Yu Luomian nodded hurriedly, his eyes burning with a feverish hunger for power:
"With the support of Spirit Hall and Young Master, who would dare defy me? I'll kill anyone who does!"
"Good."
Dugu Ce turned and walked out of the secret chamber. His gaze swept across the rolling peaks of True Dragon Mountain as he coldly commanded:
"Grandfather, Great-grandfather, begin.
Apart from Yu Luomian's people, leave no one alive if they carry the aura of thunder."
"Heh heh, I've been waiting for you to say that!"
Dugu Bo threw back his head and roared. The enormous phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor instantly shrouded all of True Dragon Mountain, and sickly green poisonous fog poured down like a tidal wave.
"No—!"
Yu Yuanzhen let out a despairing wail, only for Golden Crocodile Douluo to flick out a wave of Soul Power that shattered his meridians, leaving him crippled.
Liu Erlong stood atop the mountain, watching the sect below drown in screams, and let out a long breath:
"It's over.
From today on, the world no longer has the greatest assault-type sect under heaven."
"Senior Dugu, please, show mercy!"
Yu Luomian stared at the emerald poison fog raining from the sky, so terrified that his soul nearly fled his body. He spread his arms and blocked Dugu Bo's path:
"If everyone dies, won't the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect be nothing but an empty shell?
Who would I be sect master for?
I beg Young Master to leave the family some roots to build on!"
"Get out of the way!"
Dugu Bo's eyes glinted with a cold green light as his Soul Power surged around him:
"I've endured this for years. Today, I'm turning True Dragon Mountain into a nest of poisonous snakes!
Block my way again, and I'll melt you into a puddle too!"
Seeing Dugu Bo's murderous expression, Yu Luomian knew he couldn't stop him. He hurriedly turned to Liu Erlong, standing nearby, and begged:
"Erlong!
Erlong, you have to talk some sense into them!
I'm your own father!
Would you really watch our family's bloodline be wiped out?"
"Father?"
Liu Erlong looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with bone-deep scorn:
"When you set Yu Yuanzhen up to drive me from the family for the sake of power,
when you just sold out your own elder brother without a moment's hesitation, you should have known this day would come.
Yu Luomian, there's nothing between us anymore.
Isn't this what you chose for yourself?
After all, if you hadn't sold me off, I..."
"Erlong!
You can't be so heartless..."
Yu Luomian tried to plead again, but Dugu Ce's icy gaze cut him off.
Dugu Ce stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Yu Luomian's craven, obsequious face. Disgust flashed in his eyes.
He turned to Golden Crocodile Douluo beside him and nodded slightly.
"An opportunist who keeps changing sides is nothing but trouble."
Golden Crocodile Douluo understood at once. He couldn't even be bothered to summon his Martial Soul; he merely reached out and grabbed at the air.
"No—!"
Yu Luomian's eyes widened in terror. Before he could even get a plea past his throat,
a terrifying surge of golden Soul Power twisted him apart in an instant, turning him into a spray of blood.
"The annoying fly is gone."
Golden Crocodile Douluo withdrew his hand with a calm expression, as if he had merely crushed an insignificant bug:
"Ce'er, carry on."
Dugu Ce stared ahead, his voice grim:
"Great-grandfather, Grandfather, leave no one alive.
I want everyone on the Douluo Continent to know what happens when they lay a hand on someone from the Dugu Family."
Several hours later, the thunderclaps over True Dragon Mountain died away for good, replaced by a nauseating stench of blood and a deathly silence.
Dugu Bo flew back from the foot of the mountain, his robe hem still stained with fresh blood.
He looked at Dugu Ce and spoke as casually as if he were mentioning some trivial matter:
"Ce'er, there were a few villages at the foot of the mountain that depended on the Yu Family. I stopped by on my way back. Not a single survivor."
Dugu Ce paused slightly, then nodded:
"Great-grandfather was worried the weeds might grow again with the spring breeze?"
"Those commoners have little chance of awakening a Martial Soul, but even a one-in-ten-thousand chance is one I don't want to leave them."
Dugu Bo gave a cold snort, his gaze deep:
"I'll bear the burden of this slaughter with these old bones of mine. You and Yan'er still have greater heights to reach. You needn't sully yourselves with this filth."
"Thank you for thinking of us, Great-grandfather."
Dugu Ce smiled and turned to Dugu Xuan, who was counting the spoils:
"Grandfather, how much did we get?"
"Haha, that old Yu Yuanzhen certainly lived up to his reputation as the 'greatest assault-type fighter under heaven'!"
Dugu Xuan laughed as he came over, holding three radiant Soul Bones in his hands:
"His corpse alone yielded three Soul Bones over ten thousand years old, especially this right arm bone, 'True Dragon's Fury.' Its quality is exceptional.
Along with the Soul Bones from Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Luomian, the other high-ranking elders, and the sect treasury, we've got a total of eight Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!
There are plenty of Thousand-Year Soul Bones too.
The stores in the sect treasury are astonishing as well: mountains of gold and silver, and uncountable medicinal herbs and rare metals."
Dugu Yan looked at the mountain of supplies, excitement shining in her eyes:
"Brother, all the wealth the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect accumulated over a thousand years belongs to us now!"
"This is only the beginning."
Dugu Ce surveyed the devastated True Dragon Mountain, ambition glimmering in his eyes:
"Great-grandfather, Grandfather, with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect destroyed, one of the Upper Three Sects' seats is vacant.
Rather than let someone else take it, our Dugu Family should build our own sect on these ruins."
"Build a sect?"
Dugu Xuan's eyes gleamed:
"You mean we're going to take the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's place?"
"Exactly."
Dugu Ce stood with his hands behind his back, his voice resolute:
"With Teacher and Spirit Hall supporting us, and our current foundation, who would dare defy us?
From now on, True Dragon Mountain will no longer belong to the Yu Family. Among the pinnacle powers of the Douluo Continent, there will be a place for the Dugu Family!"
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