Tang Yu VS Yu Yuanzhen! King of Blue Silver!!

Tang Hao reached a conclusion in his heart that even he found hard to believe.

That eldest son he had once dismissed as trash.

That child he had abandoned.

Now actually possessed power comparable to a god!

At this very moment.

Yu Yuanzhen, standing at the center of the domain, felt it most profoundly.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the surrounding area was drained in an instant.

The pressure of his Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon, which he took such pride in, was like melting snow under the scorching sun when faced with this dark red radiance.

There was not even room to struggle.

"What kind of evil sorcery is this!"

Yu Yuanzhen was struck with terror.

He discovered that although the nine spirit rings within his body were still pulsing, the light they emitted was fading rapidly.

The Thunderous Might that gave him the confidence to battle any powerhouse was being ruthlessly devoured by this space.

After the shock came endless unwillingness.

"This old man will never submit!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened in fury.

He pushed the spirit power within his body to its absolute limit.

His level ninety-five cultivation poured out without reservation.

He attempted to tear open a path to survival with sheer, absolute Strength Clan.

"Thunderous Might!"

He let out a furious roar.

His massive body suddenly soared into the air.

Two blinding balls of lightning gathered between his claws, smashing straight toward the dark red light curtain above.

However.

Reality dealt him a crushing blow.

That thunderous strike, capable of leveling a mountain peak, failed to even stir a ripple when it touched the edge of the dark red domain.

Hiss—

After a soft sound.

Those two balls of lightning were like sparks falling into water, instantly extinguished without a trace.

Not only that.

Yu Yuanzhen discovered in horror that the power he had unleashed did not dissipate.

Instead, it flowed along the dark red light curtain and poured entirely into the deepest reaches of this space.

It became nourishment for the domain.

"This is impossible!"

Yu Yuanzhen exclaimed in disbelief.

But before he could make his next move.

A more terrifying suction force locked onto the origin within his body.

His power was vanishing rapidly.

Like a deflating balloon.

Yu Yuanzhen felt his limbs and bones become incredibly heavy.

Immediately after.

A sense of weakness originating from the depths of his soul swept through his entire body.

He looked down at his hands.

Those arms, once covered in hard dragon scales and filled with explosive power.

Were now shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The full muscles withered rapidly, and the dragon scales peeled off one by one, turning into fly ash.

His life was slipping away!

Yu Yuanzhen clearly felt that his lifespan was being forcibly drained by this bizarre space.

Though he was elderly, his vitality had originally been as vast as the sea.

Yet in these few short seconds.

His spine began to hunch.

His originally graying hair turned as white as snow in an instant, then fell out in great clumps.

The wrinkles on his face deepened as if carved by a knife.

His entire person seemed to have aged twenty or thirty years in a single moment.

Hidden in the shadows, Tang Hao saw this scene and felt as if struck by lightning.

He stared at the rapidly aging Yu Yuanzhen, his scalp tingling.

A bone-chilling cold shot straight from the soles of his feet to his brain.

Can he even control life itself?

Tang Hao gasped.

On the Douluo Continent, there were countless strange and bizarre soul skills.

He had seen many domains that could absorb soul power or weaken attributes.

But a method that could ignore an opponent's defense and forcibly strip the vitality of a level 95 Titled Douluo?

It was unheard of!

One had to know.

The vitality of a Super Douluo was immense.

Even with fatal wounds, they could hold on for a long time.

Yet Tang Yu had merely unfolded his domain, without even using a single move.

He had instantly reduced a powerhouse of Yu Yuanzhen's caliber to a decrepit old man on the verge of death.

What kind of monster is this...

Tang Hao let out a painful groan in his heart.

He had originally been calculating that once his injuries recovered, he would suppress Tang Yu and seize his bloodline to resurrect Ah Yin.

But now, seeing this terrifying life-stripping ability.

The last remaining thought of revenge in his heart was crushed to pieces.

Yu Yuanzhen, at the center of the domain, was now in a panic.

The weakness brought on by the loss of vitality made it difficult for him to even stand steady.

The instinct to survive overcame his pride as a sect master.

"No! Give me back my lifespan!"

Yu Yuanzhen roared in extreme terror.

His voice no longer held its previous resonance and dominance, leaving only hoarseness and despair.

He frantically urged his soul rings to activate.

His first yellow soul ring suddenly lit up.

"First soul skill, Thunder Dragon Claw!"

A massive blue dragon claw phantom condensed in mid-air.

However, the phantom had only just manifested.

A dark red current surged within the domain, instantly passing through the dragon claw.

Bang!

The Thunder Dragon Claw collapsed on the spot, turning into pure soul power that was instantly sucked dry by the domain.

Yu Yuanzhen refused to believe it.

His third purple soul ring shone brilliantly.

"Third soul skill, Thunder Fury!"

He attempted to forcibly boost his lightning attribute, using the berserk state to break through his shackles.

But it was useless.

The moment the soul skill was released.

The lightning power within his body couldn't even overflow from his skin before it was forcibly extracted through his pores.

The berserk state not only failed to activate.

Instead, it accelerated the depletion of his internal soul power.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot.

He recklessly burned the last of his blood and vitality.

The black eighth soul ring suddenly erupted with a dazzling halo.

This was his most powerful killing move, aside from his ninth soul skill.

"Eighth soul skill, Dragon Roar to the Nine Heavens!"

Yu Yuanzhen looked up to the sky and let out a shrill roar.

The massive lightning transformed into a tangible thunder dragon, baring its blood-red maw as it charged toward Tang Yu.

However.

Everything was in vain.

That menacing thunder dragon, while still dozens of meters away from Tang Yu, suddenly stalled in mid-air.

Then, as if it had encountered an invisible black hole, the dragon's body began to disintegrate inch by inch.

The pure power of the lightning didn't even make a sound before being completely swallowed by this dark red domain.

Every soul skill Yu Yuanzhen released, whether for attack or augmentation, turned into nourishment for the Forest of Eternal Treasures domain the moment it left his body.

All his resistance and all his trump cards were as laughable as a child waving a wooden stick in the face of Tang Yu's absolute rules.

A massive sense of powerlessness shattered Yu Yuanzhen's psychological defenses.

He gasped for air, his entire body trembling violently from extreme fear and rapid aging.

Those eyes that once looked down on everything were now filled only with profound horror and supplication.

He finally understood that the words Tang Yu had spoken earlier—"Those who submit will prosper, those who resist will perish"—were absolutely not arrogant boasts.

Within this domain, upon the plaza of this Blue Silver King Mansion, the black-clad youth standing on the high platform was a god who truly held the power of life and death!

Yu Yuanzhen's body slammed heavily onto the ground; the once majestic master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan now looked like a withered old man at the end of his days.

His formerly thick arms were covered in loose wrinkles, and sparse white hair clung messily to his scalp.

In those clouded eyes, the previous arrogance was gone, replaced by endless terror.

The surrounding air seemed to solidify at this moment.

All the dignitaries and sect powerhouses present felt their hands and feet turn cold.

Watching Yu Yuanzhen collapsed on the ground, then looking at the black-clad youth on the high platform who hadn't even released his martial soul from start to finish, they felt a chill shoot from the soles of their feet straight to their scalps.

This was a level 95 Super Douluo.

Across the entire Douluo Continent, those who could reliably suppress Yu Yuanzhen could be counted on one hand.

Yet today, he hadn't even touched a single finger of his opponent before being stripped of most of his life force.

Ning Fengzhi stood at the front of the crowd, his face as pale as paper.

He turned his head to look at Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong beside him, noticing that both protectors of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had beads of cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Fortunately..."

Ning Fengzhi rejoiced in his heart.

Fortunately, their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had chosen to explain and submit at the very first opportunity.

If they had clashed head-on like Yu Yuanzhen, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would likely be nothing but ruins by now.

Xue Qinghe stood not far behind Tang Yu, a strange brilliance swirling in her beautiful eyes.

Although she knew Tang Yu was strong, every time she saw him act, she was still shocked by such near-miraculous methods.

Just as the entire scene fell into a deathly silence, the thick clouds in the sky were suddenly torn apart by a massive force.

A ray of brilliant sunlight pierced through the clouds, landing precisely in the center of the plaza.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads to look at the sky.

In mid-air, a figure walked unhurriedly, as if stepping on invisible stairs, descending from the high heavens step by step.

Tang Yu wore a suit of brilliant Mysterious Heaven Divine Armor.

Dark golden light rippled across the divine armor, every piece of plating perfectly fitted to his frame, accentuating his tall and upright stature.

His features were handsome to the extreme, as if carved from white jade, yet his eyes were as deep as bottomless abysses, drawing in anyone who dared to glance at them.

As his body continued to descend, an indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly swept across the entire Blue Silver King Mansion.

It was not a pressure born of soul power, but an absolute crushing force stemming from his bloodline and the very level of his existence.

The powerful sect masters in the plaza felt their chests tighten and their knees weaken, to the point where some could barely stand.

The lesser nobles were so terrified they collapsed to the ground, trembling violently, not daring to cast a single look at the extraordinarily handsome youth hovering in mid-air.

"Thud."

A soft, muffled sound.

The soles of Tang Yu's boots touched the bluestone floor.

The moment he landed, the aura that had nearly collapsed the void vanished into thin air.

Yet, even so, no one dared to make a sound, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

Suddenly.

From the streets surrounding the mansion came the sound of uniform metallic clashing.

The elite Blue Silver Army stationed around the mansion, along with the Black Horse Iron Cavalry, knelt on one knee in unison, slamming their spears heavily against the ground.

"Welcome, Prince Wuyang!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted at once.

The sound converged like a thunderclap across a clear sky, shaking the entire Heaven Dou City.

"Welcome, Your Highness! Long live the Prince!"

This overwhelming, tide-like salute left the gathered dignitaries trembling with fear.

They realized once more the terror of this youth.

Not only was his personal strength peerless, but the iron cavalry under his command could trample any empire's strongest army.

Tang Yu stood where he was, waving his hand with a calm expression.

"Rise."

His voice was not loud, yet it reached the ears of every person present with perfect clarity.

The Blue Silver Army and the Black Horse Iron Cavalry stood up in unison, their movements as synchronized as a single person.

Just then, a side door to the inner hall of the mansion was slowly pushed open.

Zhu Zhuqing, dressed in a tight black outfit, walked out slowly.

The form-fitting leather suit outlined her breathtaking, fiery figure to perfection; her long legs and slender, willow-like waist, paired with her exquisite, cold, and glamorous face, radiated a lethal allure.

However.

This Hell Spirit Cat, usually cold as frost and indifferent to everyone, appeared incredibly docile as she approached Tang Yu.

She lowered her head slightly, hands folded at her side, and bowed to Tang Yu.

"Your Highness, everything you requested is ready."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was soft, even carrying an imperceptible sweetness—where had her usual icy demeanor gone?

Seeing this, the Shrek members at the edge of the seating area were struck as if by lightning.

Especially Dai Mubai.

He stared fixedly at Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful face, watching her respectful and docile manner toward Tang Yu, feeling as if a dull blade were sawing at his heart and lungs.

That was his fiancée!

Although Zhu Zhuqing had always been cold toward him, he had long since regarded her as his private possession.

Now, this woman was acting so fawningly toward another man in front of everyone.

Dai Mubai felt his dignity being trampled underfoot, his handsome face instantly twisting.

He stood up abruptly, shouting regardless of the consequences:

"Zhuqing! Come here at once!"

"It's me, Mubai! Come to me, don't be afraid of this bastard!"

"Everyone from Shrek is here; we will protect you!"

Dai Mubai's voice was loud, appearing particularly jarring in the quiet plaza.

Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar also looked anxious, waving toward Zhu Zhuqing one after another.

Hearing the shouts, Zhu Zhuqing's body paused slightly.

She turned slowly, and when her gaze fell upon Dai Mubai and the Shrek group, the gentleness on her face vanished instantly, replaced by undisguised disgust and contempt.

"Insolent."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold and detached.

"Dai Mubai, who gave you permission to shout and brawl within the Prince Wuyang Mansion?"

"Is the Prince's name something a piece of trash like you is fit to utter?"

"If you dare show the slightest disrespect toward the Prince again, I will cut out your tongue with my own hands!"

Hearing this, Dai Mubai stood frozen in place, completely stunned.

He widened his eyes, unable to believe that these words had actually come from the mouth of the Zhu Zhuqing who had once lived and died by his side.

"Zhuqing, have you... have you lost your mind?"

Dai Mubai retreated repeatedly, pointing at Tang Yu with a violently trembling finger.

"He is a bandit! He is the one who forcibly snatched you away!"

"And now you are actually speaking up for him?"

"You must have been bewitched by some sort of dark art he used, right?"