Bibi Dong knew that Yu Xiaogang was willing to come back to her because of Yu Tianheng.
At the same time, Yu Tianheng is also Yu Xiaogang's nephew, whom he regards as his own son. Because of this affection, Bibi Dong also has a good impression of Yu Tianheng. In addition, since Yu Tianheng is willing to serve the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong does not mind supporting Yu Tianheng in the future.
Even when the Spirit Hall unifies the continent in the future, as long as Yu Tianheng is willing to lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to submit, she wouldn't mind bestowing upon Yu Tianheng title.
It can be said that as long as Yu Tianheng obeys, his future is bright.
But Bibi Dong never expected that Yu Tianheng would be so audacious as to even lay a finger on the Soul Beast she valued; his audacity was truly outrageous.
At the same time, Bibi Dong was also somewhat wary. After all, Yu Tianheng was only a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring Douluo, yet he was able to absorb two 100,000-year soul rings despite being above his Soul Douluo. Undoubtedly, when he broke through to the Titled Douluo in the future, he would also absorb a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, making a total of three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.
This level of Soul Ring Configuration is something she can't even achieve yet.
If he grows up, who will be able to control Yu Tianheng?
We must suppress them in advance. For Yu Xiaogang's sake, we can spare Yu Tianheng, but we must teach Yu Tianheng and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind him a lesson, so they understand that they need to have enough respect for the Spirit Hall, or they will face great calamity.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in the Pope Hall.
Bibi Dong sat enthroned on the Pope throne, her long robes trailing to the ground, her face shrouded in a dim light, only her deep eyes revealing a chilling coldness.
Below, six Titled Douluo —Porcupinefish Douluo, Snake Lance Douluo, Qian Jun Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and Spirit Luan Douluo— stood with their heads bowed, their auras heavy and solemn.
" The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan..." Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, "They killed two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast right under the Spirit Hall's nose. This action was undoubtedly a provocation against the Spirit Hall. However, their Martial Soul has already been absorbed and cannot be retrieved, but they still have two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone."
She tapped her fingertips lightly on the armrest, her gaze sweeping over the six Titled Douluo: "This operation is to let those arrogant Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Soul Master know the price of defying the Spirit Hall."
"First," Bibi Dong's tone suddenly turned stern, "We must retrieve those two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone; they should never have fallen into the hands of these arrogant fools."
"Second," she paused, a ruthless glint in her eyes, "I will thoroughly inflict pain on them, so that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will never have the confidence to contend with me again. Furthermore, I will show the entire continent the consequences of daring to oppose the Spirit Hall!"
"This operation will be led by the six of you, along with eight thousand elite Soul Master," Bibi Dong, looking at the four of them. "Remember, I don't want a small-scale operation; I want a result that will deter all petty villains."
Mentioning Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, she added calmly, " Yue Guan and Gui Mei suffered heavy losses a few days ago and are currently recuperating in the palace, so they will not participate this time. The six of you should be able to handle it."
In Bibi Dong's view, Yu Yuanzhen's strength had obviously reached a very high level, but the exact level was unknown because the difference in strength was too great. Even Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo were unclear about it, but it was estimated to be around level 97.
Six Titled Douluo were dispatched, including Qian Jun and Xianglong, both of Titled Douluo had reached level 96. The other four had been Titled Douluo for many years and were also quite strong. With the combined strength of the six, they should be able to defeat Yu Yuanzhen.
The six Titled Douluo answered in unison, "We obey the Pope Token!"
The sound echoed in the empty Pope Hall, and a storm was brewing against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
Several days later, at dawn, before the clouds and mist had fully dissipated, the deafening sound of horses' hooves and the buzzing of Soul Master releasing their Martial Soul suddenly rang out outside the Nine Peaks where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was located.
As Yu Xiaolong, the current acting patriarch of the family, stepped out of the Nine Peaks, he saw that the family's protective mountain formation was already shrouded in a dark mass of people—eight thousand elite Soul Master dressed in the uniform of the Spirit Hall were lined up in neat square formations, and the light of their Soul Ring almost illuminated half the sky. At the very front of the formation, six figures with auras as majestic as mountains stood in the air, who were the six Titled Douluo dispatched by the Spirit Hall.
The leader, the Qian Jun Douluo, spoke with an undeniable, authoritative voice that resonated throughout the arena. "By Pope Token, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan must immediately hand over the two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone they recently acquired. Furthermore, the young clan leader, Yu Tianheng, must return with us to the Spirit Hall for 'further training,' where he will be personally instructed by the hall's elders." He paused, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "... as a testament to the 'friendship' between our two clans, he will remain in the hall temporarily."
That's what they say, but in reality, Yu Tianheng was just a hostage in the Spirit Hall; he was never going back!
As soon as the words fell, the auras of the six Titled Douluo were released simultaneously. Their powerful Soul Power pressed down on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's group of Soul Master as if it were a tangible substance. Many low-level Soul Master instantly turned pale and even had difficulty standing.
Yu Xiaolong clenched his fists, his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul surging within him, purple lightning crackling around him. " The Spirit Hall is going too far! The Soul Bone is the opportunity of my clan, and Tian Heng is the future of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. How dare you manipulate him at will!"
" Yu Xialong, you are not qualified to face us. Let Yu Yuanzhen come out." The Demon Subduing Douluo and coldly, " The Pope has decreed that if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan refuses to obey, today will be the day of your annihilation."
As soon as the words were spoken, eight thousand elite Soul Master stepped forward simultaneously, releasing all their Martial Soul. The light of swords and various Soul Skill intertwined, completely surrounding the Nine Peaks. A great battle was about to break out.
"Hmph!" Yu Xiaolong snorted coldly, "My father is in seclusion and does not see outsiders. If you have something to say, just speak to me directly."
"If war is to break out, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will fight to the bitter end!"
Seeing Yu Xiaolong's firm tone, Porcupinefish Douluo Ci Xue his lips into a cold smile, and a sneer pierced the air.
He didn't bother to utter another word of nonsense. His Soul Power suddenly erupted, surging like a raging torrent. The terrifying pressure of Titled Douluo transformed into a tangible torrent without warning, carrying an aura powerful enough to crush mountains, and crashed down on Yu Xiaolong.
The oppressive force was like falling into an ice cave, as if thousands of heavy hammers were booming in your ears. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even the light dimmed.
However, Yu Xiaolong was as upright as a pine tree. Since he started practicing the techniques taught by Yu Tianheng, his Soul Power cultivation had been advancing by leaps and bounds, and he was now at the level of Soul Douluo of level 81.
The dragon power within his body flowed continuously, and purple lightning surged through his meridians. He actually withstood this wave of pressure. Although his expression was somewhat solemn, he showed no sign of panic and did not even move his feet.