Yu Yuanzhen Bows His Head

Inside and outside the Soul Fighting Arena, everyone was stunned.

That was a Title Douluo, the most powerful beings in this world, standing at the very pinnacle of the soul master world.

A level 95 Title Douluo was even more elite among their peers; furthermore, Yu Yuanzhen had lived for nearly a hundred years, accumulating countless combat experiences and terrifying strength throughout his life.

How could a figure of this caliber be injured to such an extent by a teenager in a single strike—ribs shattered, abdomen torn, lying on the ground unable to move?

Yet, the facts were exactly as they appeared, leaving them no choice but to believe.

Yu Yuanzhen lay flat on the ground, waves of intense pain radiating from his chest; at least three of his ribs were broken.

In his nearly hundred years of life, he had never been this wretched.

He had landed a powerful blow on his opponent, yet the boy was completely unscathed while he himself ended up severely wounded on the ground.

He didn't even know how the boy had done it; that teenager was truly bizarre!

When Ning Fengzhi ran out of the Soul Fighting Arena, his legs were weak.

He had known trouble was brewing when he saw Yu Tianheng pointing at Gu Qingshan and cursing from the private box, but he never expected Yu Tianheng to die, nor did he expect Yu Yuanzhen to be here.

Ning Fengzhi reached Yu Yuanzhen's side and pressed his right hand onto his shoulder. The light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect shone from his palm, and seven-colored halos covered Yu Yuanzhen layer by layer.

Although healing was not the primary focus of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, given Ning Fengzhi's level and the quality of his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, healing injuries of this degree was not too difficult—it just required time.

As he healed him, Ning Fengzhi secretly looked up at the shattered window on the second floor.

A black figure stood by the window, chewing on something, his expression remarkably calm.

Ning Fengzhi lowered his head, his heart beating even faster.

Yu Yuanzhen's wounds were slowly healing, but his heart was filled with terror.

Who was this bizarre teenager?

"Who is that person?" the injured Yu Yuanzhen asked weakly.

"Gu Qingshan, the Martial Soul Hall Holy Son."

Ning Fengzhi hesitated for a moment before continuing, "He killed Gu Rong, and he also severed one of Chen Xin's arms."

Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted violently. Gu Rong was dead? Chen Xin had lost an arm?

These two were a level 95 defense-type Title Douluo and a level 96 power-attack-type Title Douluo, respectively.

The two of them had joined forces and couldn't beat this teenager?

One killed, one crippled.

In his heart, Yu Yuanzhen silently adjusted Gu Qingshan's danger level from "extremely dangerous" to "must not be provoked."

After a moment of silence, Yu Yuanzhen closed his eyes, then opened them again.

For the sake of the family, what did it matter if he played the coward for once!

He struggled to stand up from the ground, raised his head, and looked toward the shattered window on the second floor.

"This old man was blind and offended the Holy Son. I offer my apologies here. My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family will support Martial Soul Hall in the re-selection of the Seven Great Sects and will certainly arrive on time." He bowed deeply.

The patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, a level 95 Title Douluo, was bowing his head in apology before a teenager.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was known for their fiery tempers; their martial souls were Tyrant Dragons, and their personalities were just like them—domineering, irritable, and vengeful.

You kill my grandson, I wipe out your entire family—that was the style of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family.

But Yu Yuanzhen did not fly into a rage to fight to the death.

He conceded, and he did so cleanly and decisively, without a shred of hesitation, catching everyone off guard.

This was something no one present had ever expected; they had all thought this old dragon would fight the boy to the death for the sake of his pride!

There was a reason these sects had been able to pass down their legacies for hundreds of years.

Know when to lower your head, know when to bow.

What was pride worth!

Seeing this, Ning Fengzhi quickly added, "The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will also participate."

The entire Soul Fighting Arena fell silent instantly, everyone watching that shattered window.

Gu Qingshan chewed on a Blue Silver Leaf.

"Good."

The farce ended there, and Gu Qingshan and his group turned and left.

When Ma Hongjun woke up, the Soul Fighting Arena was already empty.

He lay on a wooden bed in the back of the Soul Fighting Arena, a thin mattress beneath him soaked in blood.

His pants had been removed, and a piece of white cloth covered him, also stained with blood.

He lifted the white cloth to take a look, then covered himself again.

His eyes turned red, and he began to cry.

Flender stood by the bed, his face equally grim. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, then placed that lump of minced meat on the tray at the head of the bed and turned his face away.

"Teacher, is there any hope for mine?"

Flender's throat moved. "I'm afraid it's beyond saving. By the time I found it, it had already been crushed."

Ma Hongjun was suddenly overcome with grief. "Ah! That damned Gu Qingshan! What am I supposed to do when the Evil Fire flares up from now on!"

Yu Xiaogang stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed over his chest. "Perhaps this is a good thing. Maybe without it, the Evil Fire won't flare up anymore."

Ma Hongjun's wail caught in his throat. He turned his head and stared at Yu Xiaogang as if looking at a madman.

Yu Xiaogang's expression was very serious. His theory was that the Evil Fire of the Evil Fire Phoenix originated from the excess yang energy within the body, and this excess caused the Evil Fire to spiral out of control.

Once the source of that yang energy was gone, the yang energy would naturally no longer be excessive, and the Evil Fire would naturally cease to flare up.

Theoretically speaking, this made sense.

They would be able to verify this theory on Ma Hongjun after some time.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the corner, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.

"Serves you right. Who told you to harass every pretty girl you see?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes turned red.

"Didn't Teacher say that one who dares not cause trouble is a mediocrity?"

Flender: "..."

My words were not wrong; if anyone is to blame, it's just that Hongjun has bad luck!

Yu Xiaogang sighed. "Sigh, the perfectly good Shrek Seven Devils are now down to five and a half."

Ma Hongjun: "...So, he only counts as half a person?"

It takes six or seven days to travel from Heaven Dou City to Longxing City by carriage, but only three hours by flight.

The flying speed of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo was much faster than his, so he didn't need to worry about them.

Although Bai Chenxiang could fly and was quite fast, her level was too low to sustain flight for long periods.

Gu Qingshan glanced at her, and Bai Chenxiang was looking at him as well, her purple eyes filled with anticipation and nervousness.

Gu Qingshan reached out his right hand to wrap around her slender waist, kicked off the ground with his toes, and his body soared into the sky.

Bai Chenxiang's body tensed the moment they left the ground, her hands instinctively clutching Gu Qingshan's lapels.

Three hours later, the four of them descended from the sky and stood on the main street of Longxing City.

Longxing City was a city on the border of the Star Luo Empire, adjacent to the Heaven Dou Empire, and was a vital border town.

There were not many shops on either side of the street; most were small eateries, inns, or general stores.

The pedestrians were dressed more plainly than those in Heaven Dou City, mostly in coarse cloth and linen, with very few wearing silk or satin.

The four of them headed straight for the Defense Clan within the city.