This Grandwet Was Invincible Under Heaven
As Yu Xiaogang answered quickly, the lake immediately fell silent.
Separated by a layer of space, Gu Yue sat leisurely in a chair, gazing at the crew-cut man in the light screen, remaining silent for a long while.
He had been looking forward to seeing what kind of touching love story this guy could come up with, but he didn't even get to the beginning.
"I haven't even asked yet!"
Gu Yue muttered something under his breath, when suddenly a sound of suppressed laughter came from beside him.
Seeing Gu Yuena pursing her lips and her shoulders swaying gently, he couldn't resist reaching out and pinching her cheek.
"Look, he's scared now, it's all your fault!"
Gu Yuena finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You're so sarcastic."
Previously, when Yu Xiaogang was dreaming, Gu Yuena messed with her, and now she reacts immediately, rejecting any questions without even listening to them.
He quickly came up with a solution: drastic measures.
Gu Yue raised her fingertip, causing a ray of golden light to gather in the center of the lake, from which a drop of golden dragon blood was suspended.
The Golden Sacred Dragon, later known as the Radiant Sacred Dragon, possessed a bloodline that was indeed noble enough in the eyes of ordinary dragon-type Martial Soul, but compared to the Nine Great Dragon Kings and the Silver Dragon King, it was nothing special.
The Silver Dragon King inherited some of the Dragon God's memories, found the corresponding bloodline records, and condensed a drop of Golden Sacred Dragon essence blood using the Creation Godhead, which did not consume too much effort.
Looking at the drop of blood, Luo Sanpao inside Yu Xiaogang's body began to stir restlessly. The feeling of longing was indescribable; he could clearly feel it, as if just one more glance would cause it to explode, and just one more step closer would cause it to melt.
"This round's reward: God Level Golden Sacred Dragon Essence Blood."
"It can be used to enhance talent and promote the evolution of dragon-type Martial Soul bloodlines. Since the subject has answered that they have no desire to obtain this opportunity, it is considered a voluntary waiver."
Yu Xiaogang was stunned. What was that? What had he just heard?
What he heard was not the essence blood of the Golden Sacred Dragon, but the essence blood of God Level!
His traitorous disciple Tang San, who broke through level 100 and became the Sea God, was able to cultivate all the way to level 93 with just a drop of divine blood.
The true Dragon God blood is perfectly suited to him right now. If he can obtain it, reaching the Limit Douluo will not be a dream.
"Wait! I have one! This Grandwet has one!"
He hurriedly changed his words, but the drop of dragon blood before his eyes had already disappeared.
His only response was a firm and uncompromising declaration. "This is the end."
"No—my Golden Sacred Dragon, no!"
With a flash of light, the remaining sounds, along with Yu Xiaogang, were all brought back to the front of the Pope Palace.
Unbeknownst to him, a wide curtain of light unfolded above the spatial vortex after he stepped into the Qiankun Asking Love Valley.
The scene inside the secret realm was displayed on it, and the sound was also broadcast. Even the audience Pope Mountain could see how the first-round winner answered the questions and how he was given away without even touching the reward.
Seeing Yu Xiaogang's despair, someone finally couldn't hold back anymore.
"He didn't even finish asking the questions?"
"Good heavens, just one walk inside and all the true dragon's essence blood would be gone."
Yu Xiaogang landed back on the platform, she heard discussions coming from all directions.
He didn't bother to explain himself; he turned to look at the spatial vortex, still clinging to a sliver of hope that he could retrieve it.
He was so close! If he had just one more chance, his Martial Soul could have evolved into Golden Sacred Dragon. How could such an opportunity just slip away?
In the VIP section, Yu Yuanzhen's forehead tightened. Although he didn't know the significance of the God Level, if the true dragon's essence blood could fall into his body, it wouldn't be impossible for him to break through another level.
As a result, this lung fog thing was rejected before even hearing all the questions.
Yu Yuanzhen raised his hand, his gaze sweeping over the debate stage and then across the various Soul Master around him. His hand paused in mid-air before finally resting on the armrest of his chair.
If they weren't so far apart, he really wanted to drag this unfilial son over and ask him what was going on in his head.
Hearing the mocking voices of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang finally withdrew her gaze from the spatial vortex.
He was unwilling to admit that he had been traumatized by the nightmare, and the more he thought about it, the more wronged he felt. It was clearly a case of not explaining things clearly and asking people with only half a sentence.
In the mouths of these people, everything became his fault.
Not only did he lose that drop of essence, but he also had to stand here and listen to people laugh at him. How could he swallow this insult?
"I am Grandwet dissatisfied!"
He strode back to the debate stage and pointed to the participating scholars.
"Continue, this Grandwet will defend his title. That was just a minor mistake; this time, no one can stop this Grandwet from seizing this opportunity."
He raised his voice again at the end.
"In terms of theory, this Grandwet master is unparalleled!"
Looking at Yu Xiaogang's straightened back, Bibi Dong felt that everything had returned. This was the Brother Xiaogang she remembered, who dared to speak out about the world's criticisms.
Others only focused on his mistakes, but she remembered that in his past life he was like this, refusing to bow to any doubts.
Liu Erlong was the same; he had only made one mistake, but Xiao Gang was still able to stand up again. How could the people below the stage compare to his unwillingness to admit defeat? If he was willing to continue to compete, she would lend him a helping hand.
"How dare they be so arrogant! It's outrageous!"
"You naturally Evil buzz cut guy, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget..."
The scholars in the audience were furious. As people who were dedicated to theoretical research, how could they tolerate the other party spouting nonsense in front of them, especially such a terrible fart?
"What an arrogant buzz cut! Let our ' Arguing Without Raising Prices Team take you on."
Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the referee consulted Qian Xunji again.
Qian Xunji saw everything but did not interfere; he simply nodded to signal the match to continue.
The original format of drawing lots to determine the opponents was forcibly changed by Yu Xiaogang into a title defense match.
Yu Xiaogang sized up the challengers who came up on stage and snorted coldly.
"Meet me, and you will be the true challengers."
"A lot of people? What's the use?"
Having a large group of people really does help.
As soon as the four of them settled down, they took turns asking questions about the age limit of the Soul Ring and the power of the Soul Skill.
As soon as Yu Xiaogang uttered the familiar phrase, "The older the age, the stronger the power," the other side seized on the absolute tone in it.
"If a Soul Douluo uses a hundred-year-old Soul Skill, and a Soul Elder uses a thousand-year-old Soul Skill, can the Grandwet determine the difference in skill simply by looking at the age of the skill?"
"Of course, it depends on their cultivation level." Yu Xiaogang frowned and said without hesitation, "How can you lump them together when their cultivation levels are so different?"
The other party immediately presented his first and second sentences side by side.
"The Grandwet didn't add that. With a different Soul Master and a different Martial Soul, how can you just talk about power based on age?"
Yu Xiaogang tried to explain twice, attempting to clarify that it was just a general statement, but the scholar opposite him persisted in seizing the loopholes, refusing to give him a chance to overlook the missing premises.
He was facing four mouths at once, unable to get a word in edgewise, and was feeling incredibly annoyed when a familiar voice came from behind him.
"Don't underestimate the bond between us Wrestling Men's Group!"
Brother Jie, Brother Wei, Brother Billy, and Brother Jiao walked onto the stage. The four of them stood behind Yu Xiaogang, blocking out much of the sunlight shining on the table.
Brother Jie patted Yu Xiaogang on the shoulder, revealing a set of white teeth in encouragement:
"Xiao Gang, let them feel our bond."
Looking at her four close friends who had wholeheartedly supported her, Yu Xiaogang's original words of defense, which had been stuck in her throat, turned into a different kind of deep affection.
"Yes, we're a team!"
"Brother Jie, Brother Wei, Brother Billy, Brother Jiao-- "
"It's about to start!"