Chapter 245: Yu Yuanzhen Battles Tang Xiao
Upon hearing this, the nearby soul masters instinctively backed away, horror written across their faces. After all, this was a Titled Douluo releasing killing intent!
Dark soul power surged around Bone Douluo as he quietly shielded Ning Fengzhi, Gu Chen, and Ning Rongrong.
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flashed with joy—if Tang Xiao wanted to kill Yu Xiaogang, so much the better. A wretch like him truly deserved to die. If Tang Xiao acted, then they wouldn't need to concern themselves with Yu Yuanzhen, the old dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Lord Haotian, why are you trying to kill my uncle?"
Loyal nephew Yu Tianheng blocked the now-blank-faced Yu Xiaogang and questioned Tang Xiao.
Tang Xiao sneered, "Why? This useless trash ruined my nephew's Blue Silver Grass spirit! He crippled Tang San's first three spirit rings, nearly leaving him stuck at level 39 forever! And you dare ask me why?"
"But… didn't Tang San break through to Spirit Ancestor?"
"That's because my Clear Sky Sect paid a massive price to repair the damage this waste did!"
Tang Xiao had barely managed to hold back his urge to kill Yu Xiaogang. But after Qian Renxue obliterated the Heaven Dou Second Team with a single Blue Silver Leaf Storm in the finals, he could no longer contain his rage.
Tang San could have followed a path like Qian Renxue's—long-range Blue Silver Grass, self-healing support, close-range Clear Sky Hammer… a perfect combo. But all of that had been destroyed by Yu Xiaogang. His sect had become the butt of jokes. This man deserved death a thousand times over!
He vanished on the spot, massive hand reaching for Yu Xiaogang's throat. Yu Tianheng was blasted aside by a wave of soul power.
Yu Xiaogang's pupils dilated in terror. Death loomed. No—I can't die yet! I haven't made a name for myself. I haven't proven my theories!
Just in time, a tall, robust middle-aged man in crimson-gold robes, with long black hair tied by a single hairpin, appeared in front of him, blocking Tang Xiao's blow.
"F-Father!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened. Who else could it be but his father—Yu Yuanzhen?
"Grandfather."
"Yu Yuanzhen!"
Yu Yuanzhen had been peacefully residing in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan when, the night before, a letter arrived warning him Yu Xiaogang was about to be executed in Spirit City.
Whether it was a trap or not, he had to act. No matter how much Yu Xiaogang had disappointed him, he was still his son. Yu Yuanzhen rushed to Spirit City and arrived just as the final match of the tournament began.
From a hidden vantage point, he watched the matches. His grandson Yu Tianheng competed, two 100,000-year spirit bones emerged, and two 100,000-year spirit beasts were either killed or sacrificed. Every moment had moved him deeply.
Now, seeing his son truly on the brink of death, he stepped forward.
Yu Xiaogang cried out, "Father, save me!"
Yu Yuanzhen barked, "Shut your mouth, disgrace!"
Tang Xiao snarled, "You can't stop me!"
Power surged from him, his level 95 Super Douluo aura rising like a storm.
Yu Yuanzhen sighed. "Tang Xiao, if my son's guidance ruined your nephew's spirit, that's my failure as a father. What compensation do you want?"
"Compensation?! What can compensate for my sect's shame? I want his life! Move aside—or I'll hammer you too!"
Tang Xiao's nine rings lit up—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black. He gripped his massive Clear Sky Hammer, emitting an oppressive aura.
Yu Yuanzhen's nine rings flared to match. He transformed into a massive, ten-meter-long Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon wreathed in purple-black lightning.
"Your nephew chose my son as his teacher. He wasn't forced. His downfall is his own fault. Let's see how strong the current Sect Master of the Clear Sky Sect really is!"
The two leapt into the air. BOOM! BOOM! Their dragon claws and hammer collided midair. Thunder and lightning exploded across the sky. Streets and buildings below cracked and crumbled under the shockwaves.
On the eighty-meter wall of Spirit City, Qian Xunji chewed on a snow pear, calmly watching the battle. When he sensed the approach of a Red-Clad Bishop and enforcement squad, he quickly hid the half-eaten fruit behind his back and used soul power to clean his face, restoring his dignified image.
Kneeling below the wall, the Red-Clad Bishop said, "Your Holiness, Haotian Douluo and Thunderclap Douluo are fighting, and Spirit City is taking heavy damage."
Qian Xunji placed one hand behind his back and sighed. "Both are honorary elders of Spirit Hall. I'll allow it. Record the damage. They'll pay after the fight."
"As you command."
The enforcers left. Qian Xunji resumed chewing his pear.
"First Soul Skill—Phoenix Fire Line!"
While all eyes were on the battle above, Ma Hongjun quietly lit up three soul rings. His first glowed, and he spat a thick column of flame at Yu Xiaogang.
"Uncle!"
Yu Tianheng sensed the heat and leapt in front of Yu Xiaogang. His four rings lit up. Both arms turned to dragon claws, gathering lightning to block the flames.
Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon.
Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen