Gathering the Strength of Three Parties to Confront Xue Hen?

Among the Upper Three Sects, the Clear Sky Sect lived in seclusion, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had no ties to him, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was different.

Yu Tianheng was the young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and he and his granddaughter were deeply in love; they might have even... done that. Upon hearing that Yan Yan had been injured, he had immediately rushed over to care for her. When he learned the identity of the assailant, he did not shrink back, but instead felt the same indignation and desire for revenge as he did. He would surely help him.

Of course, as a dignified Poison Douluo, he did not need a mere Soul Elder like this boy to join forces with him to deal with Xue Hen. The helper he truly needed was this kid's grandfather—the Thunder Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen!

Yu Yuanzhen was a level 95 power-attack type Titled Douluo who possessed the world's number one beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. During the continental sect tournament years ago, he had once defeated Gu Rong on the arena stage; his formidable strength was enough to make anyone look on with respect.

If he were to join forces with him, perhaps they could put up a fight against that damned scoundrel, Xue Hen.

Come to think of it, that Xue Hen had also caused a scene at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not long ago, and he also had a grudge against Ning Fengzhi's cousin, that Balaque Kingdom princess consort named Ning Pianpian. Perhaps he could also contact the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to help one another.

Yes, by pooling the strength of himself, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, there would surely be no problem in dealing with that Xue Hen.

By then, Yan Yan's vengeance could be avenged!

Thinking this, Dugu Bo grew somewhat excited, suddenly feeling that... reality did not seem as cruel as all that. He still had hope for revenge.

Immediately, he spoke to Yu Tianheng: "Yu boy, you..."

"Tianheng!"

He had barely uttered the word "you" when a shout suddenly came from outside the room.

Everyone looked back to see a burly middle-aged man in blue martial attire standing outside the door.

"Second Grandfather?" Yu Tianheng stood up, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Vice Sect Master." The student who had come to report to Yu Tianheng earlier bowed his head in greeting upon seeing the newcomer.

Indeed, the man was none other than Yu Yuanzhen's own younger brother, the current second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, Yu Luomian.

"Tianheng, come out with me. I have something to discuss with you." Yu Luomian did not greet Dugu Bo, ignoring him entirely as he stood with his hands behind his back and commanded Yu Tianheng with authority.

"Yes, Second Grandfather." Yu Tianheng agreed without a second thought and walked out of the room, followed closely by the student who had brought the news.

Watching them leave, Dugu Bo frowned. For some reason, he suddenly had a bad feeling.

Time ticked by, and Yu Tianheng never returned.

"Strange, why hasn't the boss come back yet? What are they talking about out there? I'll go take a look." Osler said, feeling odd, and walked outside to check the situation.

A while later, Osler ran back and shouted to the group: "It's bad! I didn't see the boss outside. I asked around, and someone saw Vice Sect Master Yu knock the boss unconscious and take him away, saying he was taking him home to lock him up so he wouldn't do anything foolish."

"Bang!" At these words, Dugu Bo kicked over the table beside him in an instant.

He understood.

He understood what Yu Luomian had come here for.

That old man knew of the relationship between Yu Tianheng and Yan Yan. Having heard that Yan Yan had been injured by Xue Hen, he feared that Yu Tianheng would offend a Super Douluo for her sake, so he had rushed over to knock him out and take him away.

At the same time, it signaled the attitude of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect to him: they would not offend a Super Douluo for the sake of a young sect master's girlfriend!

"Bastard!" Dugu Bo cursed in a rage.

The hope that had just appeared had been extinguished so quickly.

"No, it hasn't been extinguished yet. Even if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect doesn't act, if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can join forces with me, there is still hope." Dugu Bo took a deep breath and told himself in his heart.

"Fengzhi, how about leaving them here?" In a small alley next to the Four Seasons Inn in the south of Heaven Dou City, Chen Xin grabbed the two people who were tied up like bundles and asked Ning Fengzhi beside him.

Just as Xue Hen had said to Xue Ye, his scheme to lure him out by restoring royal prestige and opening the Imperial Ancestral Temple was not subtle. Many could see through his intentions, and this naturally included Ning Fengzhi, who had long guessed that Xue Hen might be in Heaven Dou City.

Having decided to abandon Ning Pianpian and her son to end the conflict with Xue Hen, Ning Fengzhi had brought Chen Xin and the pair here that very day.

Then, he heard the decree of Emperor Xue Ye and guessed that the other party was luring Xue Hen out.

Thus, he sent some disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to visit the Imperial Ancestral Temple while dispatching many scouts throughout the city. Having learned that Xue Hen had appeared at the Imperial Ancestral Temple and that Emperor Xue Ye was constantly trying to recruit him, he also discovered that Xue Hen's current lodging was the Four Seasons Inn nearby. Consequently, he and Chen Xin had brought Ning Pianpian and her son here.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the environment of the alley and nodded, saying to Chen Xin: "Right here, Uncle Sword."

"Very well." Receiving the answer, Chen Xin swung both arms, tossing the mother and son he was holding. They fell to the ground in a heap.

"Cousin, you can't treat us like this! We are flesh and blood!" Only days ago, she had been protected within the sect, and now, in the blink of an eye, the very people who protected her were abandoning her—and not just a simple abandonment, but one that left her near her enemy. Ning Pianpian could not accept this. Ignoring the pain in her body, she looked at Ning Fengzhi and cried out, hoping to awaken his familial affection at this final moment.

However...

"Those who gave me life, and those I gave life to—that is my flesh and blood." Ning Fengzhi looked down at Ning Pianpian on the ground and said to her indifferently.

"Pianpian, the sect has been good enough to you. Over the years, relying on Kundera's favor, you have constantly interfered with the sect's business in the Balaque Kingdom. You know how many kickbacks you've taken. Some ministers in the Balaque Kingdom opposed your son becoming the heir, and you wanted the sect to help you eliminate them; the sect did so, and helped you with many other unsavory things. Now that it has come to this, the sect has no choice. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for not being clean and efficient back then. Had you not let Xue Hen go and eliminated him early on, he would not be a Super Douluo today, turning around to seek revenge on you."

"Because of you, Uncle Bone was injured by him. You bear the surname Ning; surely you don't want to see the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect run red with blood by that monster, do you?"

"I... Cousin, I was wrong. I shouldn't have taken those kickbacks. I will reflect, I will definitely reflect. Tian'er, hurry and beg your uncle for mercy! Tian'er!"

Hearing her mother's words, Xue Tian, who was beside her and wailing in pain from the fall, turned his gaze toward Ning Fengzhi and said: "Uncle, I..."

"Tian'er, be good. In your next life, Uncle will surely treat you well." Meeting Xue Tian's gaze, Ning Fengzhi smiled and said this before the boy could finish his sentence.

Then, withdrawing the smile from his face, he said to Chen Xin beside him: "Uncle Sword, cut out their tongues so they don't spout nonsense when Xue Hen sees them later."

"Understood." Chen Xin nodded, then opened his right hand. Whoosh! The Seven Kill Sword appeared in his grasp.

Inside the Four Seasons Inn.

The moment Chen Xin summoned his Seven Kill Sword martial soul, Xue Hen, who had been meditating with his eyes closed in the guest room, snapped his eyes open.

He tilted his head toward the east, his gaze profound, and muttered: "A fine sword!"