at the same time.
Outside Dragon Valley.
The once calm sky suddenly became turbulent, and a tense and uneasy atmosphere filled the air.
Powerful auras descended from the sky, as if the sky itself were being torn apart. Elder Wu and the group of Black Level fighters waiting outside immediately became alert, their eyes fixed on the sky, preparing to face the approaching storm.
But instead of the tense turn of events they expected, figures were thrown out of Dragon Valley one after another, their movements clumsy, clearly indicating they had suffered a great shock.
These figures were White Level fighters from the Tang Sect's Soul Fighting Hall. They encountered an unknown force within Dragon Valley and were forcibly sent out of the Dragon Valley.
Elder Wu and the Black Level fighters immediately sprang into action, quickly catching the White Level fighters who had been thrown out and checking their injuries.
Although they all suffered minor injuries of varying degrees, fortunately, none of them were in mortal danger. They were simply pushed out of Dragon Valley by a powerful force, as if some force did not want them to remain in the valley.
"We've completely lost contact with Dragon Valley. Oh no, the young sect leader didn't manage to get out." Elder Wu thought to himself, "This is bad."
The Black Level Fighter cursed, "It's over! Your young master got into trouble on our Tang Sect's territory. Won't your dragon tear our Tang Sect apart?"
He had just finished counting, and not a single White Level fighter was missing.
Dai Yun'er was also shaking her head, clearly indicating that the force that had pushed her out was quite forceful.
After finally recovering, I stood up and looked around, only to find that Yu Longyue hadn't come out.
Just then, several incredibly powerful auras descended upon the place. These auras contained immense pressure, causing everyone present to feel an indescribable sense of oppression.
Immediately afterwards, several figures slowly descended from the sky, exuding a powerful aura; almost every one of them possessed a cultivation level of Super Douluo or higher.
Such a powerful lineup even made that Black Level fighter swallow hard.
The most eye-catching among them was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and dignified eyes.
Yu Qitian, having finally managed to track his son down after he was missing, had also managed to get here.
This is not the first time Yu Longyue has left their protection zone.
It wasn't that their protection was lax; rather, it was pre-arranged so that, in order to minimize the impact on Yu Longyue and avoid causing him any resentment, the location where the Limit Douluo was stationed had to be one that could be reached within one minute of Yu Longyue being attacked.
Therefore, they don't always have Yu Longyue with them.
But Yu Longyue just kept courting death.
Yu Qitian's gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Elder Wu:
Where is my son?
Faced with Yu Qitian's questioning, Elder Wu couldn't help but feel a bit of pressure. He took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his voice calm:
"Sect Master... the Young Sect Master... he's entered Dragon Valley..."
"What?!"
These words immediately changed the expressions of several Limit Douluo.
" Dragon Valley restricts cultivation levels to those below the fifth ring. What's a seventh-ring cultivator doing going in? Does he think he'll never die?!"
"Sect Master, we don't know why the Young Sect Master entered Dragon Valley." Elder Wu's voice trembled slightly as he tried his best to remain calm. "We were waiting outside when we suddenly felt a powerful force erupt from within Dragon Valley, and then these White Level Fighters were sent out."
Yu Qitian's gaze was like a sharp sword, his eyes filled with anger and worry.
His son is not only his pride, but also the future of the entire family.
Although he had never openly praised Yu Longyue even once, he treated this son like a treasure.
"Prepare immediately. I'm going into Dragon Valley and forcibly bring him out." Yu Qitian's voice carried an unquestionable command.
Elder Wu and the Black Level fighters were all startled. Elder Wu hurriedly tried to dissuade them:
"Sect Master, the situation inside Dragon Valley is unclear; we cannot enter rashly."
Yu Qitian snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over everyone present. "My son is inside, I must go save him. If you are afraid, stay here."
"Father, Elder Song, Aunt, please prepare yourselves. With the combined strength of a few of us, we can contend with the rules of this small world for a while."
Just as Yu Qitian was about to force his way in, a beam of seven-colored holy light shot up from the small world in front of him, like a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, piercing through the clouds and soaring straight into the sky.
This holy light was not just a beam of light; it was more like a powerful energy, carrying boundless pressure and intense heat, causing the space surrounding Dragon Valley to distort and deform.
The seven-colored holy light was dazzling and contained seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and violet. Each color rotated and intertwined within the pillar of light, as if containing the infinite mysteries of the universe.
The energy fluctuations were so strong that the surrounding air began to crackle, and the ground trembled slightly, as if the entire world was shaking before this power.
Yu Qitian's expression instantly turned solemn; he could sense the Destruction aura contained within this power.
The Black Level fighters and Elder Wu around them also changed their expressions drastically, their eyes fixed on the seven-colored holy light.
"Sect Master, the Young Sect Master once said that his God Level Martial Soul was summoned to receive its inheritance, which is why he entered Dragon Valley."
"Accept the inheritance?" Yu Qitian frowned.
Among them, Dai Yun'er felt the extremely oppressive aura of the powerful figures in front of her, and finally mustered up the courage to stand up and explain to Yu Qitian the details of her encounter with Yu Longyue when she entered Dragon Valley.
" Dragon Graveyard? God Level Martial Soul... True Dragon Inheritance..."
Looking at the seven-colored holy light ahead, Yu Qitian seemed to realize something.
"It seems he's out of danger. In that case, let's stay here until he comes out."
Douluo Continent.
Inside the Shrek Academy.
A middle-aged man dressed in a black robe and wearing a black hood is talking with Yun Ming, the current Sea God Pavilion Master.
"Haven't you, Clear Sky Sect, been in seclusion for many years? Why have you suddenly come to the academy today?"
The man in black robes said calmly:
"I'm looking for Tang San; he's a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect."
"Okay, please go ahead." Yun Ming nodded and disappeared from the spot.
Anyway, he was just wondering. Since the other party was only looking for a student, then there was nothing to worry about.
The middle-aged man in black robes scanned the Shrek Academy. After a moment, he slowly walked towards the Blacksmith's Association. The sounds of hammering and crackling flames there gave him a sense of familiarity and warmth.
When he entered the Blacksmith's Association, he went specifically to the forging room where Tang San was. He saw Tang San intently forging a piece of metal, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes under the hood.
After he finally finished forging, he slowly said:
Tang San.
The middle-aged man in black robes spoke in a deep, powerful voice, clearly reaching Tang San's ears.
Tang San turned around and saw the mysterious middle-aged man in black robes. His eyes showed some wariness, but he still said:
"What business do you have with me, senior?"
The middle-aged man in the black robe smiled slightly, removed his hood, revealing a resolute face.
I've come to take you home.
Tang San was startled:
"Father?!"