Sword Douluo spoke.
"That Old Dragon on True Dragon Peak killed my younger sister, yet he still flaunted his deep devotion to his wife."
"Others might be able to stomach that, but as Chen Yan's older brother, I cannot."
As his words fell,
in the dead of night,
a look of astonishment crossed Ji Feng's face.
Chen Yan?
Sword Douluo's younger sister.
Yu Yuanzhen had only ever had one wife: Lingyue.
She had died thirty years ago.
So Yu Yuanzhen had kept vigil for his wife for thirty years.
And thus earned himself a reputation for deep, unwavering devotion.
But Sword Douluo had mentioned his sister's death.
"Senior Sword Douluo, do you mean that your younger sister once had an affair with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch...?"
Sword Douluo heard him.
Perhaps his hatred had finally reached its breaking point.
His sword-like brows shot up. "That's right! They had an affair! That Old Dragon was a hypocrite, his private conduct disgraceful! He made my sister spend the rest of her life consumed by regret, until she wasted away and died!"
"And he still has the nerve to pretend he's so devoted."
Ji Feng met Sword Douluo's gaze.
"I understand."
"But Sword Douluo, I'm acting on my own tonight. As an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, if you attack Thunder Mountain Range, it could affect your sect."
"Why don't you stay behind tonight?"
With that,
Ji Feng soared into the air.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin remained where he was,
not moving for a long time.
Lightning flashed in the night,
illuminating his chiseled face.
The passage of years had not erased his handsome features.
Thunder Mountain Range.
It had nine main peaks in all.
And True Dragon Peak,
as the cluster of peaks where the patriarch resided,
held the entire sect's core disciples.
Tonight
was destined to be the liveliest night in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's history.
After all, the grandchildren of two Titled Douluos
were to be betrothed today.
"Old Dugu, long time no see."
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo had made an exception for his granddaughter's sake,
coming to True Dragon Peak for the first time.
The man approaching him
was none other than the patriarch of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen.
"If Lingyue knows from beyond the grave that our grandson Tianheng is about to start a family, she'll be at peace too,"
Yu Yuanzhen said, his face full of affection.
The main hall ahead
was decked out with lanterns and decorations.
For the first time, the two sides had met.
Everyone wore joyful smiles.
But in a side hall,
a god of death had descended.
"You want to get betrothed and celebrate?"
"Then tonight, I'll turn the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's grand engagement banquet into a funeral feast!"
A figure in a black robe appeared in the rear courtyard.
His first target
was the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's second-in-command,
Yu Luomian!
The main hall.
The steward in charge of the banquet
was a maid from the patriarch's household.
"Good, good... everyone... all of you!"
Suddenly,
Yu Yuanzhen's voice rang out, full of vigor.
"Once the engagement ceremony is over, I'll personally descend the mountain in a few days and capture that brat Ji Feng, who harmed Tianheng."
"I'll make our sect's name ring louder than ever!"
Yu Yuanzhen burst into laughter.
At the banquet,
everyone looked on in admiration.
"The patriarch is mighty!"
"Thunder Douluo is as impressive as ever!"
"With the patriarch stepping in, that junior won't have an ounce of strength left, even if he survives!"
Everyone at the banquet
laughed heartily,
their faces brimming with confidence and fawning approval.
"Is that so?"
Suddenly,
the boisterous, wine-soaked atmosphere
was shattered by a cold, mocking voice.
"Bam!"
A body
plummeted from the sky,
crashing heavily into the middle of the banquet grounds.
It left a massive crater, three meters deep.
The stench of blood rushed up to meet them.
"Who!?"
"Protect the patriarch!"
"Who in the world are you!?"
"How dare you!"
In an instant,
tension surged through the crowd.
Everyone shielded Yu Yuanzhen.
But Yu Yuanzhen himself was instantly enraged.
He shoved aside everyone protecting him.
The Old Dragon swooped down.
In the blink of an eye, he landed in the middle.
He looked down.
"Big brother... there's an assassin..."
The battered figure, barely alive after being hurled down,
suddenly spoke,
his voice hoarse.
Yu Yuanzhen jumped in alarm.
His eyes widened. "Yu Luomian!?"
This man
was none other than the sect's second-in-command, Yu Luomian!
"Yu Luomian!?"
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo came over at the sound.
"Old Dragon King, how do you like this little gift for your grandson?"
The fear in the crowd had yet to fade
when a voice rang out overhead,
deepening the terror that gripped the scene that night.
"Impudent! Who are you?"
"How dare you cause trouble in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and injure my second brother!"
"Don't worry."
"The show's only just begun."
Ji Feng hid in the shadows.
Then,
with a whoosh,
an arrow shot out.
One of the clan's direct descendants near Yu Yuanzhen
died on the spot.
"No!"
"Damn it! Get out here, you coward! What kind of skill is it to attack from the shadows!?"
Whoosh!
"Ah!"
Someone screamed.
The clan's women shrieked in terror.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
As time passed,
the once bustling, crowded square
was, just minutes later,
littered with over a hundred corpses.
And every last one of them belonged to the Yu Family.
Among them were even young boys with the potential to become future prodigies.
"Heh heh."
"Yu Yuanzhen! Are you satisfied with my gift?"
Once more,
Ji Feng's mocking laughter rang through the air.
Yu Yuanzhen's scalp prickled. He was consumed with fury. "You despicable brat! Hiding your face like that—what kind of skill is it!?"
"Whatever you can do, come at me! If you've got the guts, face me head-on!"
Yu Yuanzhen was a level 95 Super Douluo.
He immediately unleashed his Martial Soul.
The Blue Angry Dragon took shape behind him, coiling in a phantom silhouette.
It was ready to unleash a full-force, lethal strike into the void at any moment!
"Sunday's shot has run out of fire, so today's Monday!"
Suddenly,
a voice rang out from the void.
An arrow formed from a Fire Bird...
Let out the Golden Crow's cry.
"Yu Yuanzhen, watch out!"
Just then,
a woman's face filled with terror.
She rushed straight over.
Spreading her arms across her chest, she blocked the empty space behind Yu Yuanzhen.
"Smack!"
The Hou Yi Martial Soul's ultimate skill froze its target for three seconds.
Pfft!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Three seconds of immobilization,
combined with a full-force attack—
against a maid who hadn't even reached level 60,
the result was predictable.
"Fei'er!"
Yu Yuanzhen drew in his aura.
He caught the middle-aged woman in his arms.
The woman was named Yun Fei'er. Lying in Yu Yuanzhen's arms, she said, "Yu Yuanzhen, I don't regret falling in love with you in this life..."
Wow!
What had been a scene of vengeance for the sect members who'd been killed
had suddenly taken a strange turn
because of Yun Fei'er's final farewell.
Everyone present turned their startled gazes toward the sect master.
"Yu Yuanzhen, I don't regret giving myself to you back then. I only feel sorry for our child. Being your concubine made me happy."
"Uh..."
The woman was about to breathe her last.
"Fei'er!"
"Yun Fei'er!"
Yun Fei'er died.
Yu Yuanzhen could no longer hold back.
He roared,
but no matter how much he shook her, she was already gone.
There was no life left in her!
"Sect Master!?"
Everyone present was dumbfounded.
Didn't the sect master have only one wife?
So many years had passed.
Where had this Yun Fei'er come from?
She was just a maid.
Going by her final words,
it seemed...
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