Locusts Pass! They Didn't Even Spare the Floor Tiles and Door Handles!

In Yu Luomian's view, the only ones who would dare do something like this were Spirit Hall!

Yet in the face of his questioning, Yu Yuanzhen merely slowly, with extreme difficulty, shook his head.

A bitterness even uglier than tears surfaced on that aged face.

"I... don't know."

"What?"

Yu Luomian thought he had misheard.

Didn't know?

"Big Brother! What kind of joke is this?!"

Yu Luomian seized Yu Yuanzhen by the shoulders. He was so agitated that the force of his grip made Yu Yuanzhen's body sway.

"You don't know who beat you into this state?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's gaze grew even more vacant.

It was as though he had fallen into some terrifying memory too horrible to revisit. His voice was hoarse and dry, filled with helplessness.

"I... I couldn't even withstand a single move from them."

"In just an instant, my Martial Soul Avatar was shattered, and then... then I knew nothing."

Couldn't even withstand a single move?

The moment Yu Luomian heard those words, his mind went blank.

Looking at his elder brother's empty eyes, as though his soul had been lost, an utterly absurd feeling welled up inside him.

This was Yu Yuanzhen!

The clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! The Thunder Douluo, renowned alongside the Sword and Bone Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! A man standing at the very pinnacle of the continent's soul master world!

And now, he was saying that he could not even withstand one move from his opponent?

Was there truly someone in this world with such terrifying strength?

Yu Luomian wanted to ask more—to ask about the other party's appearance, to ask about their purpose.

But just then, a steward in charge of the clan's finances spotted Yu Luomian's return and immediately ran over.