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Yu Tianheng's pupils suddenly contracted, disbelief flooding his gaze.
An instant later, the sharp pain in his chest nearly stole his breath away.
Looking down, he saw the hand that had pierced through his chest. Blood flowed down Dugu Yan's wrist, staining his clothes red.
His lips trembled, his voice hoarse and weak. "D-Dugu Yan… why are you doing this?!"
But Dugu Yan's eyes were now cold as frost, stripped of all the gentleness they once held.
Her palm clenched tightly around Yu Tianheng's heart. As her fingers pressed in slightly, fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
Her voice, filled with deep disappointment and fury, rang out. "Why? Yu Tianheng, you still have the gall to ask me why?"
Dugu Yan's expression twisted with rage. "You betrayed me, treated me as nothing more than a stepping stone for your ambitions. You didn't even care if I died! Have you forgotten the promise you made to me? I told you this secret was tied to my very life—you swore you would never reveal it to anyone! And what did you do? You immediately planned to take it back to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to trade for your future!"
Yu Tianheng, despite his grievous wound, showed no true remorse. His face was as pale as paper, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
His voice faltered, desperate to explain. "Yanzi, please listen—I only wanted to help the clan! I never meant to hurt you. I—I love you!"
"Love me?" Dugu Yan let out a chilling laugh, scorn flashing in her eyes. "Your love is to treat me as a pawn, to use me, even if it meant my death? Yu Tianheng, I've had enough of your honeyed lies! Do you really think I would still believe you?"
Her hand tightened again. Yu Tianheng's complexion turned deathly pale as blood gushed from his lips and wound.
Fear finally crept into his heart.
He knew then that Dugu Yan had truly given up on him. Sweet words could no longer save him.
His tone shifted sharply, laced with menace. "Dugu Yan, you—you can't kill me! I'm a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! If you kill me, neither you nor Dugu Bo will survive! Let me go, and you'll still have a chance to live!"
But Dugu Yan's gaze only grew colder, utterly unmoved.
Just then, a chilling voice sounded from behind Yu Tianheng. "Oh? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan? Is that supposed to be impressive?"
Yu Tianheng's body shuddered violently as he forced himself to turn.
At some point, Dugu Bo had appeared behind him, hands clasped behind his back, a mocking smile on his face.
An oppressive aura radiated from him, crashing down upon Yu Tianheng.
Already grievously injured, Yu Tianheng could not withstand the pressure. He spat another mouthful of blood, his body collapsing.
Dugu Bo stepped forward slowly, towering over Yu Tianheng with disdain in his tone.
"Even if I kill you, that old dog Yu Yuanzhen wouldn't dare say a word. Do you truly think your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has the right to challenge me? Forget your clan—even Spirit Hall wouldn't provoke me lightly. And you, a mere direct descendant… what are you?"
Though often called the weakest Title Douluo, he was capable of annihilating an entire power, leaving only its Title Douluo standing.
For this reason, not even the three upper sects dared to provoke him recklessly.
Yu Tianheng's face turned ashen, his eyes brimming with despair.
At last, he realized how laughable his earlier schemes had been.
Had he truly cherished Dugu Yan, the position of Young Sect Master would have been his for the taking.
But now, it was too late.
His lips trembled, his voice weak and frantic. "Yanzi, I was wrong—I truly know I was wrong now. Please… just give me one more chance! From now on, I'll do anything for you. I'll never betray you again!"
But Dugu Yan's eyes showed not the slightest wavering. Her palm gripped his heart, her voice cold and final. "You don't know you were wrong—you just know you're about to die."
Before he could respond, her hand clenched hard.
Yu Tianheng's heart burst in her grasp.
His pupils widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and his body fell still forever.
Dugu Yan gazed down at his corpse, the frost in her eyes slowly replaced by a swirl of complex emotions.
She was a woman who loved deeply and hated fiercely. Killing Yu Tianheng with her own hands was a heavy burden on her heart.
Suddenly, her vision went black, and her legs gave out.
Dugu Bo caught her swiftly, holding her in his arms.
Looking down at her pale face, he sighed softly, murmuring, "Yanyan, perhaps this is for the best."
With that, he carried her away.
Before leaving, he flicked his hand. A wave of green poison mist enveloped Yu Tianheng's corpse.
In an instant, his body dissolved into a pool of foul-smelling blood.
The two unconscious Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Soul Saints met the same fate, melting away.
Meanwhile, in the VIP room, the members of the Emperor Team believed Yu Tianheng had obtained the secret to greater strength, and they were green with envy.
"Sigh, the captain is amazing. He got a way to grow stronger without lifting a finger. I wonder if he'll share it with us?"
Yu Feng's face shone with longing. After all, who wouldn't want a shortcut to power?
Beside him, Oslo wore the same look of envy. He was only at the thirty-sixth rank and was already imagining how glorious it would be to absorb a ten-thousand-year spirit ring at the fortieth.
The rest of the team was equally expectant, confident that Yu Tianheng would not neglect them.
They eagerly awaited his return, lost in dreams of their own futures.
But Qin Ming waited and waited, and still, Yu Tianheng did not return. A sense of unease grew within him.
"A secret… it shouldn't take them this long to talk. Could it be… they're doing something else?"
It wasn't impossible. They were both in their twenties and passionate—anything could happen.
"No," Qin Ming realized. "Dugu Bo was just here. From his attitude, it's clear he doesn't want anyone else knowing Dugu Yan's secret. If she snuck out, a Title Douluo like him would definitely know."
At that thought, Qin Ming's face turned pale. He rushed out the door.
The rest of the Emperor Team looked at one another in confusion, then quickly followed, hoping to see what was happening.
They all figured that with the relationship between Dugu Yan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Dugu Bo wouldn't dare do anything drastic to Yu Tianheng.
Yet when they reached the Soto Great Spirit Arena, there was no sign of either of them.
Even when they asked the staff, no one had seen the pair.
An ominous premonition clawed at Qin Ming's heart as he pressed on with the search.
After an hour, he finally stumbled upon three pools of blood.
Staring at the foul-smelling puddles, his pupils shrank.
"This… this is Jade Phosphor Serpent poison," he murmured. "Could it be… Tianheng is dead?"
In that instant, Dugu Bo's murderous expression flashed in Qin Ming's mind, and his heart sank.
He knew Yu Tianheng had been guarded by protectors from his clan—experts who were at least Soul Saints.
And to kill Soul Saints so silently… only a Title Douluo could do that.
Cold sweat beaded on Qin Ming's forehead. He quickly pulled a transmission soul tool from his robes and sent a message to the board of education at Heaven Dou Royal Academy.
"Yu Tianheng… is dead!"
The news was nothing short of explosive.
From the shadows, Lan Minghua watched Qin Ming without interfering.
He casually picked his nose, flicked away the booger from his finger, and spoke carelessly.
"Well, I bet none of you saw this coming. Didn't expect things to turn out like this. Looks like destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan should be moved up on the agenda."
(End of Chapter)