The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, inner hall.
By the time Yu Xiaogang teleported back, he had completely lost consciousness, barely escaping with his life.
Several layers of filthy rags wrapped his severed leg. Dark blood had soaked through them, and he reeked of urine mixed with mud.
The disciples carrying his stretcher kept their faces turned aside in disgust the entire way.
Yu Yuanzhen waited outside. He stood tall and imposing, broad across the shoulders and back, his whole body radiating an oppressive presence.
Yu Yuanzhen was nearly eighty that year, yet his features remained sharp and rugged, his skin firm and full, without a single wrinkle left by the years.
Honestly, judging by their faces and bearing alone, it would have been more believable to call Yu Yuanzhen Yu Xiaogang's son.
Yu Xiaogang was scruffy, sleazy, and greasy, while Yu Yuanzhen was rugged and majestic, his presence overwhelming.
This was because once a soul master reached the realm of Titled Douluo, their soul power would reshape the source of their vitality, allowing them to preserve their physical condition.
A Titled Douluo could choose to fix their appearance at their physical peak in the prime of adulthood, or in their youth.
At that moment, Yu Yuanzhen, sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, paced back and forth at the door, his expression dark.
Every few steps, he turned to glance into the room.
"He still hasn't woken up?"
"Sect Master, he's out of danger now." The healing soul master emerged, wiping away sweat. "But that leg... there's an extremely powerful light-attribute soul power in the wound. I tried several times, but I couldn't clear it out completely."
"What kind of light attribute could even a seven-ring healing soul master like you fail to remove?"
"It isn't for