Dare to challenge my Silver Dragon King! You're asking for a beating!

As the space beside Yang Teng tore open, a slender silver figure stepped out from the void. The newcomer's silver hair fluttered, and her violet eyes shone brightly.

It was none other than the Silver Dragon King, Gu Yena.

She did not look at the battered Yang Teng nearby; her gaze locked instantly onto the source of the dark red, sky-piercing killing intent.

Without a word or a moment's hesitation, Gu Yena raised her slender, fair right hand and made a grasping motion toward Tang Hao.

"Elemental Tide!"

This time, the attack was more condensed, more violent, and more targeted!

The cultivation she unleashed was far beyond the Soul King level she had displayed during the tournament.

Centered on Tang Hao's position, the space within a ten-zhang radius suddenly boiled! Water, fire, lightning, and wind elements—four distinct forces—obeyed Gu Yena's will, forming a vortex in a nearly brutal fashion.

Tang Hao let out a muffled grunt, feeling a massive, turbulent flow of elements crushing him from all directions. His soul power automatically surged to protect him, and a thick, dark red light flared like armor, resisting the erosion of the elements.

Only then did Gu Yena tilt her head slightly, glancing at Yang Teng, who was clutching his chest with blood at the corner of his mouth, yet whose eyes were terrifyingly bright.

"Are you alright?"

When Yang Teng saw her, the weakness caused by his injuries was instantly replaced by a radiant smile.

"Ouch, that hurt like hell... Xiao Na, why don't you heal me? Maybe with a kiss, a hug, and a lift?"

Gu Yena ignored him completely. She kept her hand raised, maintaining the "Elemental Tide," while dozens of sharp ice cones condensed in the air outside the vortex.

Immediately after, scorching flames ignited behind the ice cones, erupting violently to provide them with a secondary burst of acceleration!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Dozens of intertwined ice-and-fire streaks, accompanied by ear-piercing whistles, slammed into the still-raging elemental vortex, targeting Tang Hao trapped within!

Yang Teng watched with shining eyes, unable to help but mutter to himself, his tone full of pride and a strange, "my girl has grown up" sense of satisfaction:

"So cool! This elemental control, this combat awareness—she truly is the Gu Yena I stayed up all night chasing! Tsk tsk, this wife... ah, phew, this bodyguard, I definitely didn't pick wrong!"

Though he spoke softly, all three people present possessed superior perception; how could they not hear him?

A faint blush flashed across Gu Yena's cold, beautiful face, vanishing in an instant.

"ROAR!!!"

A furious roar exploded from the center of the chaotic elemental vortex!

Tang Hao's hair was disheveled, his robes were torn, and a trace of blood spilled from his mouth. It was clear he had not emerged unscathed from the Elemental Tide and the ice-fire barrage.

His eyes, burning with intense fighting spirit, stared fixedly at Gu Yena.

Sigh! If Tang Hao knew Gu Yena was a deity, he could die with pride.

"Great Sumeru Hammer!"

Tang Hao growled. The true form of his Clear Sky Hammer emitted a heart-stopping pressure, forcing back the turbulent elemental currents around him.

"Good! Very good!"

Tang Hao's voice was hoarse, laced with suppressed rage.

"I never expected you to be a hidden Super Douluo! With such strength, yet you disguise your identity to participate in the Elite Tournament for those youngsters, bullying the juniors... do you not feel ashamed?!"

Tang Hao judged Gu Yena's strength to be that of a Super Douluo. To be able to trap him so easily and force him to use the true form of the Clear Sky Hammer and the secret techniques of the Great Sumeru Hammer to break the deadlock was something no ordinary Titled Douluo could achieve.

"Huh?"

Yang Teng, listening from the side, burst into laughter. He rubbed his forehead with a look of helpless resignation, as if to say, "You're beyond saving."

"I say, Clear Sky Douluo, Uncle Tang Hao, your judgment... it really wastes all that cultivation and fame of yours."

"A Super Douluo? Who exactly do you think you're insulting?"

The mockery in Yang Teng's tone was practically overflowing.

As for Gu Yena, her expression had turned completely dark the moment Tang Hao mentioned the "youngsters' tournament."

Tang Hao's words had precisely stepped on her landmine.

"Xiao Na, beat the crap out of him! Let him see what it means to be—"

Before Yang Teng could finish his sentence, a clear, resonant dragon's roar rang out! Gu Yena gripped the Silver Dragon Spear!

Her figure vanished instantly, leaving only a silver afterimage behind.

The next moment, she appeared before Tang Hao. The Silver Dragon Spear transformed into a silver beam that tore through the night sky, thrusting straight at Tang Hao's throat! Wherever the spear tip passed, the space left faint ripples in its wake.

Tang Hao's heart shook violently. He had not expected his opponent to attack with lethal intent without a word, and her speed was so great that he found it difficult to cope.

Against Tang Hao's heavy, powerful Clear Sky Hammer and the techniques from the Clear Sky Secret Manual, Gu Yena wielded her silver spear with ease. After only three or four exchanges, Tang Hao was already losing ground.

As the saying goes, one inch longer, one inch stronger!

"What?!"

Tang Hao was horrified. When he had first become a Titled Douluo, he had been able to defeat three Super Douluos in a row, yet now, fighting only one, he could not gain the slightest advantage.

"Pfft!"

Tang Hao lowered his head, looking in disbelief at his chest, where a sliver of a silver spear tip had pierced through his body, bringing with it a cold sensation and agonizing pain.

His pride and joy, the Clear Sky Hammer, now hung limply by his side, its surface covered in fine cracks as if it might shatter at any moment!

Gu Yena had pinned Tang Hao against the trunk of a towering ancient tree—one that would require several people to encircle—as if he were a specimen on display!

Tang Hao gritted his teeth in frustration, discovering that the soul power within him felt frozen and impossible to mobilize. From the spear tip piercing his body, an incredibly overbearing force was frantically destroying his vitality.

"You are actually... a Limit Douluo?!"

Tang Hao struggled to lift his head, gazing at the cold, beautiful face before him, his voice raspy from the intense pain and extreme shock.

To be defeated so easily—Tang Hao knew no ordinary Super Douluo could achieve this! Only those at the pinnacle of soul masters, the level ninety-nine Limit Douluos, could be capable of such a feat!

Gu Yena did not answer his question; she merely stared at him coldly, her gaze like that of someone looking at an insect that could be crushed at any moment.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Yang Teng as he walked over, a hint of clear dissatisfaction in her purple eyes, her voice turning a few degrees colder.

"Why didn't you let me kill him?"

Yang Teng walked to Gu Yena's side, reached out, and gently patted her shoulder, soothing her:

"Don't be so impatient, Xiao Na. Killing him would be so boring, wouldn't it?"

"Letting him live to watch his precious son walk step by step toward despair, to see him lose everything he cherishes—just thinking about that scene makes one happy."

"Death, sometimes, is actually a release."

Gu Yena frowned, but she did not refute him.

She pursed her lips and turned her face away, seemingly still angry about Tang Hao's earlier words, or perhaps something else entirely.

After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly asked in an extremely low, somewhat awkward voice:

"By the way, you... how old are you again?"

Yang Teng was stunned by her sudden question. He scratched his head and thought for a moment:

"Ah~ according to our Dragon Clan's age, probably... around six or seven? Why do you ask?"

"Six or seven?!"

Gu Yena's heart tightened, and a flash of complex emotion, including astonishment, crossed her purple eyes.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she couldn't help but mutter under her breath, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible:

"This... how is this any different from a baby..."

Yang Teng didn't hear what she was muttering, but seeing her strange expression, he didn't think much of it.

His attention returned to the dying Tang Hao.

Yang Teng stepped forward and crouched down, meeting Tang Hao's bloodshot, resentful, and unwilling eyes, a smile full of malice and mockery appearing on his face.

"Clear Sky Douluo, heal well."

"Consider today a greeting gift. In the days to come, please keep your eyes wide open and watch closely."

Yang Teng suddenly remembered something.

"Doesn't your son Tang San have a little sister Xiao Wu he cares about so much? I wonder if that hundred-thousand-year soul beast identity of hers will be able to... safely pass the hurdle of Spirit Hall?"

Watching Tang Hao's pupils suddenly contract, revealing unconcealable shock, rage, and fear, Yang Teng stood up with satisfaction and brushed the non-existent dust from his hands.

"Let us wait and see."

"You'd better have your son drop out of the Elite Tournament, otherwise it would be so boring if I don't have anyone to show off to later!"