Bloodbath of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen's Rage

Sword Douluo spoke up.

"That old dragon on True Dragon Peak caused my sister's death, yet he still parades himself as a man deeply devoted to his wife."

"Others might endure it, but as Chen Yan's brother, I cannot."

As his words fell.

In the dark of night.

A look of astonishment appeared on Ji Feng's face.

Chen Yan?

Sword Douluo's sister.

Yu Yuanzhen had only one wife, and that was Lingyue.

She had died thirty years ago.

Ever since, Yu Yuanzhen had kept a vigil for his wife for thirty years.

Thus, he earned the reputation of being deeply affectionate and devoted.

Yet, Sword Douluo was speaking of his own sister's death.

"Senior Sword Douluo, do you mean to say that your sister once had an affair with the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan..."

Sword Douluo heard this.

Perhaps driven by the depths of his hatred.

He raised his sword-like brows: "Yes! An affair! This old dragon, behind closed doors, is morally bankrupt! He caused my sister to regret her life and die of a broken heart!"

"And he actually has the gall to put on a show of being so devoted."

Ji Feng met Sword Douluo's gaze.

"I understand."

"However, Sword Douluo, my trip here is a personal matter. As an elder of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, if you storm the Thunder Mountain Range, I fear it will have repercussions for your sect."

"Do not follow me tonight."

Having said this.

Ji Feng took flight.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood where he was.

He did not move for a long time.

The lightning in the dark night.

Illuminated his sharp, chiseled face.

Time had not worn away the handsome contours of his features.

Thunder Mountain Range.

It possessed nine main peaks in total.

And True Dragon Peak.

As the peak where the Sect Master resided.

The core disciples of the entire sect were all gathered here.

Tonight.

Was destined to be the liveliest day for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Because the grandson and granddaughter of two Title Douluo.

Were to be engaged today.

"Old Wang, long time no see."

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo had graced them with his presence for the sake of his granddaughter, for the very first time.

He ascended True Dragon Peak.

Walking toward him.

Was none other than the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen.

"If Lingyue knew from beyond the grave that our grandson Tianheng was about to start a family, she would surely be content."

Yu Yuanzhen said with a look of deep affection.

The main hall ahead.

Was decorated with lanterns and streamers.

The two factions met for the first time.

Their faces were all filled with festive joy.

And at this moment, in the side hall.

Yet a god of slaughter descended.

"Want to get engaged, hold a wedding banquet?"

"Then tonight, I will turn the engagement banquet of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan into a funeral feast!"

A black robe appeared in the backyard.

His first target.

Was the second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yu Luomian!

The main hall.

The steward in charge of this banquet.

Was a maid within the sect.

"Good, good, good... everyone... esteemed guests!"

Suddenly.

Yu Yuanzhen's tone became high-pitched.

"After the engagement is complete, I will personally descend the mountain in a few days to capture Ji Feng, that brat who persecuted Tianheng."

"To enhance the prestige of my sect!"

Yu Yuanzhen laughed heartily.

At the banquet.

Everyone showed expressions of admiration.

"The Sect Master is mighty."

"Thunder Douluo, your demeanor is as impressive as ever!"

"With the Sect Master making a move, that junior will be left with only a sliver of life, if not dead!"

At the banquet.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Their faces full of confidence, eager to curry favor.

"Is that so?"

Suddenly.

The entire atmosphere, filled with the scent of wine, was shattered by a cold, mocking voice.

"Bang!"

A body.

Fell from the sky.

Slamming heavily into the center of the banquet venue.

Creating a giant pit at least three meters deep.

A bloody smell assailed the nostrils.

"Who!?"

"Protect the Sect Master!"

"Who in the world is it!?"

"Presumptuous!"

Instantly.

The tense atmosphere in the hall soared.

Everyone shielded Yu Yuanzhen.

But Yu Yuanzhen himself was instantly enraged.

He shoved aside those shielding him.

The old dragon leaped down.

In an instant, he pounced to the center.

Looking down.

"Big Brother... there's an assassin..."

The figure, smashed down and half-dead, suddenly spoke.

With a hoarse voice.

It startled Yu Yuanzhen.

He widened his eyes: "Yu Luomian!?"

This person.

Was none other than the sect's second-in-command, Yu Luomian!

"Yu Luomian!?"

Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, hearing the commotion, arrived.

"Old Dragon King, can you accept this grand gift for your grandson!?"

The atmosphere of fear in the scene had yet to dissipate.

Above.

A voice rang out.

Further intensifying the fearful atmosphere of the night.

"Presumptuous! Who are you!"

"How dare you run amok in my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and injure my second brother!"

"Don't worry."

"The show has just begun."

Ji Feng hid in the shadows.

Then.

With a whoosh.

An arrow shot out.

A direct descendant of the sect, close to Yu Yuanzhen.

Died instantly.

"No!"

"Damn it! Get out here, what kind of skill is it to injure people from the shadows!?"

Whoosh!

"Ah!"

Someone screamed.

The women of the sect shrieked.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

As time passed.

In the arena, originally bustling and crowded.

A few minutes later.

On the plaza.

Lay over a hundred corpses.

And all of them were from the Yu Family.

Among them were youths with the potential to become geniuses in the future.

"Hehehe."

"Yu Yuanzhen! Are you satisfied with the gift I've given you?"

In the air.

Ji Feng's mocking laughter echoed again.

Yu Yuanzhen's scalp tingled, and he was utterly enraged: "Despicable junior, hiding your head and showing your tail, what kind of skill is that!?"

"If you have any skill, come at me!"

Yu Yuanzhen, a Level 95 Super Douluo.

Immediately activated his martial soul.

The Blue Angry Dragon, behind him, formed a phantom, coiling.

Ready to unleash a fatal blow into the void at any moment!

"Sunday's 'Shooting Fire' is over, so today is Monday!"

Suddenly.

A voice sounded from the void.

An arrow transformed into a Fire Bird.

A cry like a Golden Crow rang out.

"Yu Yuanzhen, watch out!"

At this moment.

A woman's face was etched with terror.

She lunged forward directly.

Opening her arms, she shielded the blind spot at Yu Yuanzhen's back.

"Snap!"

Hou Yi Martial Soul, the ultimate skill pinned the target for three seconds.

Squelch!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Three seconds of immobilization.

Combined with full-force output.

For a maid who hadn't even reached level 60.

The outcome was predictable.

"Yun Fei'er!"

Yu Yuanzhen reined in his aura.

He caught the middle-aged woman in his arms.

The middle-aged woman was named Yun Fei'er; she lay in Yu Yuanzhen's embrace: "Yu Yuanzhen, I don't regret falling in love with you in this life..."

Whoosh!

Originally, this was a scene of hatred over the slaughter of sect members.

But because of Yun Fei'er's dying farewell.

The atmosphere suddenly shifted.

Everyone present cast looks of shock and suspicion toward the Sect Master.

"Yu Yuanzhen, I don't regret giving myself to you back then; I only feel bitter for our child. Being your concubine, I was happy."

"Uh..."

The woman was about to breathe her last.

"Yun Fei'er!"

"Yun Fei'er!"

Yun Fei'er was dead.

Yu Yuanzhen could no longer care about anything else.

He roared.

But no matter how he shook her, she was already gone.

There was no life left!

"Sect Master!?"

At the scene, everyone was bewildered.

Didn't the Sect Master only have one wife?

After all these years.

Where on earth did this Yun Fei'er pop out from?

She was just a maid.

Yet listening to her dying words.

It seemed...