Yu Tianheng's eyes were red. In his heart, Yu Xiaogang was not just an uncle, but a symbol of wisdom, a model of steadfast belief in adversity, and a sacred, untarnished place within his mind. At this moment, jealousy from a love lost, shame from public scorn, and anger over his uncle's reputation being "trampled" washed away his last shred of reason.
"Chen Yi—are you seeking death?!"
Yu Tianheng's soul power erupted throughout his body. He lunged at Chen Yi, clawed fingers condensed into the phantom of a dragon's talon, aiming straight for Chen Yi's throat.
No one expected Yu Tianheng to attack Chen Yi during the Wind Sword Sect's celebratory event.
But he was fast—someone was faster.
The moment Yu Tianheng moved, Feng Bailong's face darkened on the main seat. His clothes fluttered without wind, and a majestic aura crashed down, suppressing the charging Yu Tianheng.
Could a Soul Elder withstand the might of a Titled Douluo?
Yu Tianheng, suspended in the air, felt as if he'd crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron—an irresistible force. The thunderous dragon claw he'd formed instantly dissipated, and his body shot backward like a severed kite, striking the stone steps outside the palace with a bang, tumbling repeatedly until barely managing to stop.
"Ugh…" Yu Tianheng felt a searing pain in his guts, a sweet taste in his throat, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. Struggling to prop himself up, he looked towards the hall—meeting Feng Bailong's cold gaze.
"Yu Tianheng!"
"You have provoked time and again. First, you were rude, hinting at our guests, and now you even dare to act before our honored guests… Do you think there is no one in my Wind Sword Sect? Or do you believe your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's pride cannot be curbed by us Titled Douluo?"
In that instant, Yu Tianheng's rage was shocked into clarity by intense pain and cold suppression. Sensing the killing intent in Feng Bailong's eyes, a chill shot from his soles to his scalp, as if he'd fallen into an icy cave.
"Calm your anger Wind Sword Douluo!"
An elder in a gray robe, belonging to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, could no longer sit still. He rushed forward with a smile, bowing as he spoke, "Tianheng is young and impulsive. He angered Young Sect Master Chen and offended His Excellency. Please, Wind Sword Douluo, show mercy for our sect master's sake and let this incident rest. When we return, both the elder and sect master will be severely reprimanded!"
This elder was a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse of the clan.
Feng Bailong's gaze grew colder.
So, you send the old dragon to pressure me? Do you think my Wind Sword and White Dragon are mere clay? First, you hint at 'sensationalism,' and now attempt murder before everyone. If I let this pass, what face does my Wind Sword Sect have?
"Let it rest?"
Before Feng Bailong could reply, a calm voice spoke. Chen Yi had somehow stepped down from the main seat and now stood before the gray-robed elder, hands behind his back, eyes tranquil.
"So, because Yu Tianheng is young and impulsive, he can attack me at will? And I, Chen Yi… deserve to be attacked, to be 'bullied' without recourse?"
The gray-robed elder frowned, displeased by Chen Yi's aggressive tone, but maintained courtesy.
"Young Sect Master Chen, please, Tianheng was indeed at fault, but he's young and unsettled. As the world's leader, why lower yourself to his level?"
Chen Yi chuckled. "Young? Isn't Yu Tianheng a few years older than I am?"
The elder's face changed. He'd only wanted to shield Yu Tianheng, but forgot the young sect master before him was even younger than Tianheng. His excuse backfired.
He never liked Chen Yi or the Body Sect, and when Yu Tianheng attacked, he'd only watched, now feeling awkward and stiff.
"Young Sect Master Chen, please be magnanimous. Earlier, you said some harsh words to my clan's Yu Xiaogang. For the face of the Wind Sword Douluo, let's not blame the past. Let's end it here."
"Not blame the past? So be it."
Chen Yi, as if hearing a joke, looked away from the elder to the reluctant Yu Tianheng outside.
"Yes."
The elder sighed in relief, thinking Chen Yi would show leniency.
But Chen Yi's next words struck like a thunderbolt:
"Self-destruct your martial soul. Get out."
The hall fell into a deathly silence. Everyone stared at the white-robed youth in disbelief.
To order a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Soul Douluo to destroy his martial soul? This was crueler than death—especially for soul masters with bloodline inheritance, losing one's martial soul was a fate worse than death.
The elder's face darkened instantly. He, a respected Soul Douluo, was being humiliated by a mere child?
He laughed bitterly, voice twisted with anger.
"Chen Yi, you rely on your sect's power to be so arrogant and disrespectful. You want me to destroy my martial soul? Heh, don't dream too much about the future."
He sneered and went to help the shamed Yu Tianheng. There was no point in staying—he had to get Tianheng away at once. He firmly believed Chen Yi would not dare to kill a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Soul Douluo openly.
Everyone looked at Chen Yi, wondering how he'd respond.
Chen Yi simply watched the departing elder and Yu Tianheng's backs, eyes deep and silent.
Suddenly, a mournful howl echoed from outside the palace!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon elder, who'd just tried to leave, suddenly froze and shuddered violently. His once-mighty soul power rapidly drained away, like the tide receding.
The faint phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon behind him groaned low, then shattered like glass, turning into points of light and vanishing.
His Soul Douluo-level aura weakened in a few breaths, then vanished completely.
His martial soul—had been abolished!
And it had been forcibly destroyed at the source by someone with overwhelming power.
A Soul Douluo, now a cripple!
Everyone was stunned, including Feng Bailong.
The next moment, a figure wreathed in red flames appeared beside Chen Yi as if by teleportation. It was the Body Sect's Ninth Elder, the Blazing Heart Douluo, Xie Xiaoqing!
"Xiao Yi, are you alright?"
Xie Xiaoqing smiled gently at Chen Yi, then glanced coldly at the two outside. Yu Tianheng met her gaze and trembled, as if hunted by a great beast. Terror wiped away his anger and hatred, leaving him pale as paper.
"Get out."
The words were more effective than any threat. Yu Tianheng, as if pardoned, fled without hesitation, ignoring the paralyzed elder on the ground. Shame clung to his retreating figure.
The abolished elder struggled, but was eventually dragged away by some terrified Blue Lightning followers.
The corridor was utterly silent.
Feng Bailong was first to recover, nodding and smiling at Xie Xiaoqing. "Her Excellency herself has arrived, and we were not prepared to receive her."
"Wind Sword Douluo, you are too polite," Xie Xiaoqing replied with a deep smile, bowing gracefully. Her earlier overwhelming presence was gone, as if she were a different person.
"Sect master, forgive me for interrupting your grand occasion. But with some troublesome flies, one must sweep them away. Please forgive me for disturbing your refined gathering."
"Not at all, just following the rules."
Feng Bailong smiled, but inside, he felt awe. The Body Sect's style of defending their own was truly worthy of the name.
A Titled Douluo had abolished a Soul Douluo for a "minor matter"—this thunderous, domineering display was truly shocking.
At that moment, Chen Yi's gaze shifted to another figure in the VIP seats.
Ning Rongrong was as pale as Xie Xiaoqing, her heart pounding at Chen Yi's sharp gaze. Panic flashed in her eyes as she hurriedly waved her hand, voice trembling.
"That… Young Sect Master Chen, I was really just curious—I didn't mean to cause trouble…"
She was genuinely frightened, having witnessed Xie Xiaoqing's decisive ruthlessness and realizing just how fearsome the sect behind the young man before her truly was.
Her little cleverness seemed so naive and dangerous before true strength.
Chen Yi looked at Ning Rongrong, remembering her willful arrogance in the original story's early stages, and how she grew over time. As she herself said, her actions today only stirred up the situation—the real conflict lay in Yu Tianheng's narrow-mindedness and the Blue Lightning Clan's arrogance.
But that did not mean she should walk away without consequence.
Chen Yi subtly pointed at her with his right index finger and flicked lightly.
A purple-golden arc flashed through the air and vanished into Ning Rongrong's body.
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong only felt a faint tingle, as if gently pricked by static, and no other discomfort. She wondered if Chen Yi was merely trying to scare her.
But then, she suddenly felt a dampness in her lower abdomen…
Her delicate body stiffened, her face instantly drained of color. She stared at Chen Yi in disbelief, pointing at him with a trembling finger, unable to speak.
In the next moment, to everyone's shock, the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect bolted from the hall, fleeing in shame.
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