Luo Sanpao's Disparity, Yu Xiaogang is Unworthy!

As soon as he finished speaking, Little Gold stepped forward abruptly and let out a low, rumbling roar! Golden dragon might spread out like a physical force, sending the surrounding fallen leaves and gravel scattering in all directions!

Yu Xiaogang's pale-golden Golden Luo San Pao was struck by this pressure; it let out a whimper of terror and scurried directly behind Yu Xiaogang, trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned unsightly in an instant.

"Second," Yu Tianlong continued, turning his gaze toward Yu Yuanzhen, "do you really think you have me cornered?"

"Insolent."

Yu Yuanzhen let out an angry shout, and his aura pressed down directly.

Yu Tianlong was firmly restrained by Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power. His limbs felt as if they were bound by invisible chains, and even breathing carried a heavy sense of oppression.

Yet, he still held his head high, his cold gaze fixed on the father and son before him, a mocking curve playing on his lips.

"Yu Xiaogang, you think you can devour my Little Gold and Little Silver with just this Luo San Pao of yours?" His voice was not loud, but it carried undisguised mockery. "Aren't you afraid of choking to death?"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned a shade of green and white. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "What right do you have to say that? My Luo San Pao is also a Luo San Pao! Why shouldn't I be able to do what you can?"

"What right?" Yu Tianlong chuckled, his eyes falling on the trembling, pale-golden Luo San Pao at Yu Xiaogang's feet with undisguised contempt.

"Simply because your Luo San Pao is nothing more than a mutated beast tainted with a trace of Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline. As for my Little Gold and Little Silver—"

He paused. Although he did not utter the words "Golden Dragon King" or "Silver Dragon King," his confidence and pride were already overflowing.

"The bloodline within them is at a level your Luo San Pao couldn't reach in ten lifetimes. The suppression of lower-ranked dragons by a superior dragon race is an instinct carved into their very bones. If you don't believe me, feel free to try."

Stung by these words, Yu Xiaogang burned with rage and turned abruptly to look at his father. Yu Yuanzhen nodded expressionlessly, signaling him to proceed.

"Go! Devour it!" Yu Xiaogang urged his Luo San Pao, driving it toward Little Gold.

The pale-golden fat dog hesitated, looking back every step of the way, its eyes filled with terror. But under its master's repeated urging, it bit the bullet and shuffled, step by step, until it stood before Little Gold.

Little Gold was suppressed by Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power and could not move, but there was no trace of fear in its dark-golden eyes—only a condescending indifference, as if it were looking down upon an ant that didn't know better than to provoke a dragon.

Yu Xiaogang's Luo San Pao opened its mouth tremblingly, revealing fine teeth, and bit toward Little Gold's neck.

"ROAR—!!!"

A deafening roar erupted suddenly from the depths of Little Gold's throat!

The sound was no longer the "luo-luo" sound from half a year ago, but a true, primal roar belonging to a dragon!

Golden dragon might surged from Little Gold's body like a physical wave, carrying an ancient and majestic aura, as if an ancient Dragon God who had been sleeping for eons had opened its eyes at this very moment!

Yu Xiaogang's Luo San Pao was struck head-on by this dragon might, as if hit by an invisible giant hammer!

It let out a shrill, miserable whine, its limbs went limp, and it collapsed directly to the ground, a puddle of yellow liquid seeping out beneath it—it had been scared into incontinence!

It shook violently, unable to even stand, let alone devour anything.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale.

"Useless trash!" Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help but curse, his face livid. "The meal is served right to your mouth, and you still can't eat it?!"

He glared at Yu Xiaogang with disappointment, then took a deep breath and personally channeled his Soul Power to forcibly suppress the dragon might radiating from Little Gold.

The Soul Power of a Title Douluo surged like a tidal wave, forcefully pushing Little Gold's superior dragon pressure back into its body.

"Go again!" Yu Yuanzhen ordered coldly.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and drove his Luo San Pao forward once more.

The pale-golden fat dog had already been scared out of its wits, but under Yu Yuanzhen's pressure, it dared not disobey. It crawled tremblingly toward Little Gold again, opened its mouth, closed its eyes, and bit down on Little Gold's hind leg.

Its teeth pierced the scales, drawing a trace of golden blood. However, at that very instant, Little Gold slowly turned its head. Those dark-golden eyes, like two burning suns, stared fixedly at the Luo San Pao that was gnawing on it.

There was no roar, no pressure—just a plain, simple glance.

Yu Xiaogang's Luo San Pao met those eyes and seemed to see something utterly terrifying—it was fear from the deepest part of its bloodline, the most primal trembling of prey facing a predator.

Its pupils dilated sharply, its body stiffened for a moment, and then it let out a heart-wrenching howl. It released its bite and scrambled away, crawling back behind Yu Xiaogang. It buried its head in the dirt, stuck its rear end high in the air, and shook like a sieve, refusing to lift its head no matter how Yu Xiaogang called out.

Devour? It didn't even have the courage to go near Little Gold anymore.

Yu Xiaogang stood there blankly, looking at his Luo San Pao that had abandoned all its dignity. The color drained from his face, his lips quivering, but he couldn't make a sound.

He had lost. Lost completely. Without even a chance to devour, his Luo San Pao had been scared out of its wits by a single look from the opponent.

This was no longer a matter of a gap in strength; this was absolute suppression of bloodline, a chasm in rank carved into the depths of the soul.

"Trash! A big piece of trash and a little piece of trash!" Although Yu Tianlong was restrained, his tongue remained merciless. He looked at the father and son, Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiaogang, laughing wantonly and arrogantly.

"You plotted for two years just to show me this? Yu Yuanzhen, what a fine son you've raised! He doesn't even dare to bite the meat delivered to his mouth, and you still expect him to become a dragon? I think he's only fit to be a worm for the rest of his life!"

"Shut your mouth!" Yu Yuanzhen turned his head abruptly, his murderous intent fully exposed.

He was truly enraged. He had schemed for two years, spent countless resources and effort, and even bore the weight of infamy, all for this day.

And the result? His own son and his son's Luo San Pao had dropped the ball at the critical moment, failing to even swallow a single hair of the opponent!

Not only did this render his two years of planning useless, but it also caused him to lose all face in front of Yu Tianlong!

"Good... very good..." Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, the killing intent in his eyes growing thicker. "Since it cannot be devoured, then you cannot be left alive."

He slowly raised his right hand, and blue lightning began to dance on his palm, crackling with sound. The Soul Power in the air began to riot, and a destructive aura was gathering.

"Since you cannot become my asset, then go to your death."

His palm aimed directly at the top of Yu Tianlong's head.

Yu Xiaogang stood to the side, opening his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he remained silent. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Yu Tianlong's eyes.

The radiance of the lightning grew increasingly intense, illuminating Yu Tianlong's pale face.

"Die!"

Yu Yuanzhen's palm, wreathed in the force of ten thousand bolts of thunder, slammed down violently!