Meanwhile, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
It was late January, close to the New Year. All the academies had gone on break, and the clan's direct descendants had returned home for reunion. Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin were among them.
At this moment, Yu Tianheng sat beside Yu Luomian, his face full of worry.
"Second Grandpa…"
Yu Luomian raised his hand, interrupting him. "Tianheng, I know what you're worried about. Don't. Your Granduncle is still a rank 95 Titled Douluo, stronger even than Dugu Bo, and he has 8 Soul Douluo with him. Even if he doesn't find the right opportunity to kill Dugu Bo, retreating won't be a problem. The clan grounds are far from Nuoding City. To strike a Titled Douluo dead in one blow requires perfect timing—it's normal for it to take time."
Yu Tianheng finally relaxed a little and nodded.
"It's late. Go back and rest." Yu Luomian said.
Yu Tianheng nodded, stood, and walked out of the room.
Hu hu…
Cold winds stirred. The night was dark, but lanterns lit the clan, glowing red, festive.
"Grandpa, do we really have to kill them all?" From the distant mountain peak, Dugu Yan looked down at the valley, her eyes flashing with a trace of reluctance.
"Yan Yan, if Yu Yuanzhen had succeeded in killing me this time, do you think he would spare you?" Dugu Bo asked in return.
Dugu Yan fell silent.
"Of course not." Dugu Bo's gaze turned cold. "To force Xiao Hai to hand over antidotes, formulas, his understanding of lightning attributes, and the ultimate techniques he used in the tournament, they would definitely torture you. Even if Xiao Hai gave in, they would never let you go. At best, they'd bleed you piece by piece for experiments. At worst, to steal your and Zhuqing's bloodline talents, they'd imprison you and force the clan's elites on you to breed better descendants."
Dugu Yan's face turned pale.
"Yan Yan, never underestimate the cruelty of this world—especially not from a beast martial soul clan like the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan that values bloodline above all. To perfect their bloodline, they'll do anything." Dugu Bo's tone hardened. "Especially you."
"Your martial soul has already transformed into a dragon. How could they not covet it? Maybe they wouldn't—but can you stake your life on their mercy? No. Since we're already enemies, we must cut them down to the root. Otherwise, we're leaving danger for ourselves and for our descendants. To be merciful to enemies is to be cruel to ourselves. That's no mere saying."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded. "If their inherited martial soul were harmless, an auxiliary type, we might spare them. Unfortunately, it's the number one beast martial soul—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon. If their bloodline survives, someday they'll come for revenge. And when that day comes, it'll be our loved ones who die."
Dugu Yan silently nodded.
"We wait until they're asleep before moving," Dugu Bo said.
Yang Yunhai nodded, pulling Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan to sit. They had not returned to the academy after the journey back—they came straight to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Near the New Year, when the whole clan gathered, it was the perfect time.
Time passed. Two hours of quiet cultivation later…
"It's about time," Dugu Bo said.
Yang Yunhai opened his golden eyes and looked down. The valley was pitch black now, save for a few lamps at the sentry posts.
"Yiner, you come out too." He said.
After absorbing Yu Yuanzhen's Wisdom Skull Bone, his Spiritual Power had grown immensely. With the awakening of his bloodline and martial soul evolution, it grew further still. Yiner had also gained much, her soul strength rising again. Their spiritual link was stronger than ever—now she could wander further from him without problem, as long as she returned before exhausting the soul power sustaining her body.
The next scene would be bloody. He didn't want Yiner to see it.
Light flickered, and Yiner appeared at his side.
"Yiner, Zhuqing, Yan Zi, you stay here and wait," Yang Yunhai said.
"Mm." Zhu Zhuqing, of course, understood his intentions and nodded at once.
Dugu Yan and Yiner also nodded.
Shuu, shuu, shuu!
Four figures leapt into the night. Dugu Bo flew high, positioning upwind of the valley.
Puff, puff, puff!
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo moved through the shadows, striking down sentries one by one.
"Ninth Soul Skill—Jade Phosphorus Poison Plague!"
Dark green poison mist spread, carried by the wind, quickly filling half the valley.
"Eighth Soul Skill—Time Freeze!"
Outside the poison fog, all was silent.
"Mm?" Inside his room, Yu Luomian's nose twitched, and he woke instantly. He tried to rise—but his body felt unbearably heavy.
Puff!
A shadow rose at his bedside. A palm fell, and blood spurted from his seven orifices.
The next second, the shadow vanished.
Within breaths, the valley drowned in green poison fog. Everywhere it touched, flesh melted, bones rotted. Soon, only pools of dark green sludge remained. In some places, eerie green skeletons lingered.
Yang Yunhai's golden eyes glowed, scanning the central buildings of the valley.
Time passed. After an hour, Yang Yunhai, Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo gathered on a rooftop.
"Since the search is done, let's go," Dugu Bo said, glancing at the pouch of soul tools on Yang Yunhai's waist.
"Mm." Yang Yunhai nodded, kicking off into the sky toward the distant mountain.
In moments, the figures vanished into the night.
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Days later, at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, in front of the Committee Building.
"Xiao Hai, what happened to you?" Meng Shenji asked, staring at the more handsome Yang Yunhai, whose hair and eyes had turned golden.
"I absorbed a skull bone and gained new insights into my martial soul true body." Yang Yunhai smiled.
"So that's it. Congratulations, Xiao Hai." Meng Shenji smiled, as did the other two committee members.
Then Meng Shenji turned to Dugu Bo, speaking with respect. "Senior Dugu, it's been some time, but you look younger than ever. Congratulations on another breakthrough."
"It's nothing," Dugu Bo said indifferently. "On the way back, I killed Yu Yuanzhen and conveniently destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Got a few soul bones too."
"???"
The three committee members froze in shock.
"Enough. Go notify Spirit Hall and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. Tell them I'll wait at Xue Ye's side. Say that Yu Yuanzhen and 8 Soul Douluo tried to kill me, and I wiped them out. After that, I went to their clan grounds."
The three committee members paled. Meng Shenji quickly bowed. "Yes, I'll see to it immediately." He gestured, and Bai Baoshan and Zhi Lin bowed in return and hurried off.
"Committee Member Meng, you'll come with me to meet Emperor Xue Ye. You'll serve as witness." Dugu Bo added.
"Yes." Meng Shenji nodded, stepping aside.
"Please, Senior."
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Two hours later, at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
"What!? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was annihilated?" Bone Douluo, usually calm, was stunned.
Ning Fengzhi's expression grew solemn. He bowed slightly. "Committee Member Zhi Lin, since Senior Dugu has summoned us, we should depart at once."
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"At once, Committee Member Bai." In Spirit Hall, Bishop Salas also spoke gravely.
Carriages sped, rushing toward the royal capital.
(End of Chapter)
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