As soon as he finished speaking, Little Gold suddenly took a step forward and let out a low growl! Its golden dragon might spread like a tangible force, sending the fallen leaves and pebbles around them flying in every direction!
The pale-golden Luo Sanpao was struck by this pressure and whimpered in fright, scurrying behind Yu Xiaogang and trembling all over.
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly darkened.
"Second," Yu Tianlong continued, turning his gaze to Yu Yuanzhen. "Do you really think you can take me for granted?"
"Impudent."
Yu Yuanzhen shouted angrily, and his aura bore down on Yu Tianlong.
Yu Tianlong was firmly bound by Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power. His limbs felt as if they were shackled by invisible chains, and even breathing came with a crushing weight.
Yet he still held his head high, staring coldly at the father and son before him. A mocking smile even tugged at his lips.
"Yu Xiaogang, with that Luo Sanpao of yours, you think you can devour my Little Gold and Little Silver?" His voice was quiet, but the ridicule in it was unmistakable. "Aren't you afraid you'll choke to death?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned pale, then flushed. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "What makes you say that? My Luo Sanpao is a Luo Sanpao too! If you can do it, why can't I?!"
"What makes me say that?" Yu Tianlong chuckled softly. His gaze fell on the trembling pale-golden Luo Sanpao at Yu Xiaogang's feet, his eyes brimming with undisguised contempt.
"Your Luo Sanpao is nothing but a mutated beast tainted with a trace of Golden Sacred Dragon bloodline. But my Little Gold and Little Silver—"
He paused. Though he didn't say the words "Golden Dragon King" and "Silver Dragon King," his confidence and pride spoke volumes.
"The bloodlines they carry are on a level your Luo Sanpao couldn't reach in ten lifetimes. The suppression of lower-ranked dragons by higher-ranked ones is instinct, etched into their bones. If you don't believe me, go ahead and try."
Yu Xiaogang was incensed by his words. He abruptly turned to look at his father. Yu Yuanzhen nodded impassively, giving him the signal to proceed.
"Go! Devour it!" Yu Xiaogang urged his Luo Sanpao toward Little Gold.
The pale-golden chubby dog hesitated, glancing back every few steps, its eyes full of fear. But at its master's repeated urging, it finally steeled itself and inched toward Little Gold, one step at a time.
Yu Yuanzhen's Soul Power held Little Gold in place, leaving it unable to move. But its dark-golden eyes showed not the slightest hint of fear, only a lofty indifference—as if it were looking down on an ant foolish enough to provoke a giant dragon.
Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao trembled as it opened its mouth, baring rows of tiny teeth, and lunged for Little Gold's neck.
"ROAR—!!!"
A deafening roar suddenly burst from deep within Little Gold's throat!
It was no longer the "Luo Luo" sound it had made half a year ago, but a true roar belonging to a dragon!
Golden dragon might surged from Little Gold like a tangible force, carrying an ancient, majestic aura—as if an ancient Dragon God, asleep for ages, had opened its eyes at that very moment!
Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao was struck head-on by this dragon might, as if an invisible warhammer had smashed into it!
It let out a piercing wail, its legs giving way as it collapsed on the ground. A pool of yellow liquid spread beneath it—it had been so frightened that it lost control of its bladder!
Its whole body shook violently. It couldn't even stand, let alone devour anything.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale.
"Useless!" Yu Yuanzhen couldn't help cursing, his face livid. "I've practically put the food in your mouth, and you still can't eat it?!"
He glared at Yu Xiaogang in frustration, then took a deep breath and personally mustered his Soul Power, forcibly suppressing the dragon might radiating from Little Gold.
The Soul Power of a Titled Douluo surged in like a tide, forcibly pressing the higher-ranked dragon's aura back inside Little Gold.
"Go again!" Yu Yuanzhen ordered coldly.
Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and urged his Luo Sanpao forward once more.
The pale-golden chubby dog was already scared witless, but under Yu Yuanzhen's pressure, it didn't dare disobey. It could only tremble as it crawled toward Little Gold again, opened its mouth, squeezed its eyes shut, and bit down on Little Gold's hind leg.
Its teeth pierced the scales, drawing a single drop of golden blood. Yet at that very moment, Little Gold slowly turned its head. Its dark-golden eyes, like two blazing suns, fixed on the Luo Sanpao gnawing at it.
There was no roar, no oppressive aura—just a calm, ordinary glance.
When Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao met those eyes, it seemed to see something utterly terrifying: fear from the deepest part of its bloodline, the most primal shudder of prey facing a predator.
Its pupils suddenly widened. Its body stiffened for a moment, then it let out a heart-rending wail, released its bite, and scrambled back to Yu Xiaogang. It buried its head in the dirt, rear end sticking high in the air, and trembled like a leaf. No matter how Yu Xiaogang called to it, it wouldn't raise its head.
Devour it? It no longer even had the courage to go near Little Gold.
Yu Xiaogang stood there in a daze, staring at his thoroughly routed Luo Sanpao. All color drained from his face. His lips moved, but not a sound came out.
He had lost. He had lost completely. He hadn't even gotten the chance to devour Little Gold before a single look from his opponent frightened his Luo Sanpao witless.
This was no longer a matter of strength. It was absolute bloodline suppression, a chasm of rank etched into the very depths of the soul.
"Useless! The big waste and the little waste!" Though Yu Tianlong was still bound, he didn't hold back. He looked at Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Xiaogang, laughing with bold, unrestrained glee.
"You plotted for two years, and this is all you have to show for it? Yu Yuanzhen, what a fine son you've raised! He doesn't even dare bite meat placed right in his mouth, and you expect him to become a dragon? I say he'll only ever be fit to crawl like a worm!"
"Shut your mouth!" Yu Yuanzhen whipped around, murder in his eyes.
He was truly enraged. He had spent two years plotting, poured in countless resources and painstaking effort, and even endured a torrent of abuse—all for this day.
And what happened? At the crucial moment, his son and his son's Luo Sanpao had let him down. They couldn't even devour a single hair of their opponent!
Not only had this rendered two years of scheming worthless, it had also cost him every scrap of face in front of Yu Tianlong!
"Fine... very well..." Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, the killing intent in his eyes growing ever stronger. "If you can't be devoured, then I can't leave you alive."
He slowly raised his right hand. Blue lightning began to dance across his palm with a crackle. The Soul Power in the air went wild as a destructive aura gathered.
"If you can't become an asset to me, then die."
He aimed his palm at the crown of Yu Tianlong's head.
Yu Xiaogang stood to one side. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he stayed silent. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Yu Tianlong's eyes.
The lightning grew brighter, illuminating Yu Tianlong's pale face.
"Die!"
Yu Yuanzhen's palm, wrapped in a thousand jun of thunder, came crashing down!