Yu Yuanzhen held the unconscious Yu Xiaogang and stood on the high platform, his face so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
His eyes swept across the whole place, with an almost crazy determination. He took a deep breath, and then spoke suddenly, his voice was like thunder, spreading throughout Martial Arts Arena:
"This competition ends here! Everyone, please go back! I, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, have family matters to deal with. I didn't entertain you well today, so I will come to apologize for it some other time!
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
"What? The competition is over?"
"Yu Yuanzhen What is this going to do? Is he really planning to bully the young and take action against that young man?"
"Oh, that kid is still too impulsive. Revenge is great, but this is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory. How can he fight with the entire sect by himself?"
"What a pity. A genius may end up here today..."
In the audience, everyone talked a lot, but most people chose to remain silent.
The small sects did not dare to offend Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so they could only pretend that they had not seen it, and stood up and left one after another. Tang Aotian of the Clear Sky Sect frowned, but in the end did not say anything, and turned around and left with the sect members.
Qian Xunji of the Spirit Hall gave Yu Tianlong a meaningful look, and then left with Bibi Dong.
Only Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Ning Fengzhi was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He pulled his father's sleeves and begged in his voice, "Dad! Please save Brother Tianlong! He is my savior! We can't just die without saving him!"
Ning Yuan Sect Master looked solemn, silent for a moment, and then slowly shook his head:
"Fengzhi, it's not that dad doesn't want to save him, it's that he can't save him. This is Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory, and Yu Yuanzhen is the title Douluo. Although I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, am not afraid of him, but for the sake of an outsider,
The price of starting a war with the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is too high. Moreover, we Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect only have one named Douluo in charge, who is guarding the sect at the moment, and water from afar cannot save a fire that is near."
"But--" Ning Fengzhi wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Yu Tianlong.
"Brother Ning, it doesn't have to be like this." Yu Tianlong's voice came from the ring, still calm, as if what he was about to face was not the anger of a titled Douluo, but an ordinary sparring match.
"Yu Yuanzhen can't kill me. Since I dare to come, I have no intention of going back empty-handed."
Ning Fengzhi was stunned, looked at Yu Tianlong's calm and confident eyes, opened his mouth, and finally said nothing. He gritted his teeth, took out a Signal Flare from his arms, and stuffed it into Yu Tianlong's hand:
"Brother Tianlong, this is my distress signal. If you really can't hold on any longer, just fire it. Although I, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, can't quench my thirst from far away, I still have a Shadow Guard among Heaven Dou City, which may be able to help."
Yu Tianlong took Signal Flare and nodded. "Thank you, Brother Ning. I will remember this friendship."
Ning Fengzhi looked at him deeply, then turned around and left Martial Arts Arena with his father.
The entire Martial Arts Arena building soon became empty, leaving only Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's guards and elders, who surrounded the arena layer by layer.
Yu Tianlong stood in the center of the ring, surrounded by two giant dragons, one gold and one silver. Facing hundreds of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan elites, there was no trace of fear on his face.
Yu Yuanzhen slowly walked down the high platform and stood at the front of the encirclement. He looked at Yu Tianlong with cold eyes and a deep murderous intent in his voice:
"Yu Tianlong, I will give you one last chance - since Trash Martial Soul, I can leave you with a complete body."
Yu Tianlong couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Yu Yuanzhen, are you old and your brain is not working well? Since I dare to come back, do you think I will be unprepared?"
"Arrogant!" Yu Yuanzhen roared angrily and stopped talking nonsense. He thrust out his right hand and turned his five fingers into claws. Blue-purple thunder and lightning jumped at the fingertips, turning into a huge thunder dragon claw and grabbing Yu Tianlong head-on!
The angry blow of level 93 title Douluo was so powerful! Wherever the lightning dragon claw passed, the air was ionized with a harsh crackling sound, as if the space was being torn apart!
However, in the face of this terrifying blow, Yu Tianlong did not even raise his eyelids. He just said softly, "Little Gold, Little Silver."
"Roar--!!!"
One gold and one silver, the two giant dragons raised their heads at the same time and let out a dragon roar that shook the earth!
That voice contained an ancient and noble blood pressure, as if it came from the roar of ancient Dragon God!
Yu Yuanzhen's captured thunder dragon claw trembled slightly under the impact of the dragon's roar, and the thunder and lightning light on the surface dimmed a bit!
Yu Yuanzhen's face changed, and he could clearly feel that his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul had a hint of fear at this moment!
This is bloodline suppression! His Martial Soul actually felt fear when facing those two Gold and Silver Dragonss!
"How is that possible!" Yu Yuanzhen was horrified, but the movements of his hands did not stop. The thunder dragon claws still grabbed it with great force!
Little Gold advanced instead of retreating, stepped forward, raised his right claw covered with golden scales, and collided head-on with the thunder dragon claw!
"Boom!!!"
There was an earth-shaking loud noise! The violent Soul Power shock wave was centered on the collision point and spread in all directions!
The bluestone floor around the ring was blown away, and several Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan guards who were closer were sent flying backwards by the shock wave, with blood spurting out from their mouths!
Little Gold's body slid back more than ten meters, and its four claws plowed four deep ravines on the ground before it managed to stabilize itself. There was a shallow white mark on its right claw, but it was not injured.
And Yu Yuanzhen, although he stood motionless on the spot, his expression became extremely solemn.
Although his claw did not use all his strength, it was definitely not something that an ordinary Spirit Emperor could withstand. The Golden Luo San Pao of Yu Tianlong actually caught it forcefully! And it seemed that it did not suffer much damage!
What has this kid experienced in the past five years? What kind of monsters are these two Luo Sanpaos he trained?
Yu Tianlong stood behind Little Gold, looking at Yu Yuanzhen's solemn face, with a cold smile on his lips, "Master Yu, what's wrong? We haven't seen each other for five years, and your strength seems to have declined. You can't even take one of my Luo Sanpaos, how can you kill me?"
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, no longer holding back, Soul Power fully exploded in his body!
The pressure of the ninety-three-level title Douluo enveloped the entire Martial Arts Arena like a substance!
A layer of blue-purple lightning armor appeared on the surface of his body, his hands were completely Dragon Transformation, covered with dense blue-purple scales, and sharp dragon claws popped out of his fingertips!
"Today, I will show you what the real title Douluo is!"