"Hand over Erlong, or I'll crack this old man's skull open right now!"
Lu Yuan's long sword glistened as its edge pressed against Yu Luomian's throat. His tone was so casual it made the threat even scarier.
"S-stop! Put the sword down!"
"Lay down!"
The Sect Master and dozens of Blue Lightning disciples rushed forward in panic when they saw the second master in danger.
Yu Luomian's whole face went pale. Idiots! His voice cracked in panic. "Stay where you are! Don't move, you fools!"
The sect members froze mid-step, their faces stiff with confusion.
Was the second master… actually protecting his captor?
Yu Luomian let out a shaky sigh of relief. He'd traveled with Lu Yuan long enough to know this wasn't a joke. If these brats really came charging, Lu Yuan would absolutely lop his head off. This wasn't bluff—the murderous chill of that sword aura was real. This damned kid was too reckless, too evil, too honest to his threats.
"Listen to me," Yu Luomian said carefully, managing a strained smile while sweat dripped down his temple. "No one here moves, you hear? Leave it to me."
Imprisoned Erlong?
Lu Yuan's glare swept across the clan. "Where is Erlong?" His barked words carried enough force to make hearts tremble. "I don't see her here. Don't tell me you have her locked away?!"
His killing intent surged, pressing even stronger. The sword tilted closer to Yu Luomian's neck.
Yu Luomian yelped. "Calm down! Someone, go and invite Erlong!"
Because the way that blade hummed against his throat, Yu Luomian felt—without question—another ounce of pressure and he was finished. His soul power as a Contra meant nothing against this monster's sword.
"Lu Yuan, don't be rash! Think for a moment!" Yu Luomian stammered. "I am Erlong's father. That makes me… the child's grandfather. Even you need a grandfather in the picture, right? Do you really want to lop off the child's grandpa's head?"
Lu Yuan squinted at him, one hand steady on the sword, the other still casually tipping back his wine jar.
The absurd image made Yu Luomian nearly faint. Drunk! He's still drinking now! What if he suddenly swings? His head pounded with fear.
Sect Youth Outrage
"Let go of my grandfather!"
A furious shout rang out. Yu Tianxin's face burned red as he clenched his fists. Though deep inside he quailed at even looking at Lu Yuan, seeing his grandfather pressed under a blade, humiliated like this—it was unbearable.
"Tianxin, don't!" Yu Tianheng quickly grabbed him, his voice tight with dread. "Think! This guy doesn't draw his sword without real reason. If he's threatening like this, then something pushed him too far."
The younger disciples were restless, but Yu Luomian roared again, "Stay back, all of you! Grandson, don't be reckless!"
He had to explain before his throat was opened. Slowly, carefully, he recounted the truth of his meeting with Lu Yuan. His voice wavered, but he left out one very specific detail… the part where this drunken brat beat him silly.
And when the Sect audience finally pieced it together, their hearts collectively collapsed.
Lu Yuan is the one who dared to make Liu Erlong pregnant?
What insanity was this?
Half the disciples nearly keeled over in shock.
For Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng, it was even worse.
Wait a moment. The child in Erlong's belly… would be their younger cousin.
That would mean the bastard who got her pregnant—Lu Yuan—was technically… their uncle.
Their uncle?!
The two cousins stared at each other, faces pale. It was beyond ridiculous. How fast did this madman's reach go?
The Ye Lingling affair, the Dugu Goose affair, Shui Binger rumored… and now, their very own Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?
He reached into every pot, every sect—was there anywhere Lu Yuan wasn't sticking his hands?
Was this still a romance—or was this banditry?
How could they even live with this shame?
The Sect Leader's Arrival
The growing chaos was interrupted by a powerful gust of wind. A dragon's cry rumbled across the sky, low and resonant.
Then—crash!
From the heavens, a massive bolt of blue lightning thundered down, cracking against the earth. The blinding glow streaked straight toward Lu Yuan, forcing him to release Yu Luomian as he whipped his blade up in defense.
Boom! The ground split; the mountain quivered.
Yu Luomian gasped as he rolled away, clutching his throat in relief. "Alive… I'm still alive…"
A voice, deep and commanding, thundered from above. "Arrogant brat! How dare you rampage in my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
An elderly man descended slowly from the heavens. His hair gray, his aura regal, lightning arced across his body. The disciples' eyes shone in awe.
"Sect Leader! Sect Leader has arrived!"
"Our patriarch Yu Yuanzhen is here!"
Cheers mixed with excitement. Even within the sect, seeing the Sect Leader unleash his power was rare.
Lu Yuan glanced upward. His grin was mocking, fearless.
"Old man, you really want to fight me? Fine. I'll beat sense into you too."
With a stomp of his foot, his whole body launched into the air.
The night erupted in clashing auras. Six spirit rings glowed—three purple, three black—circling him rhythmically. The disciples gasped.
"Six rings?!"
"T-that's the Soul Emperor realm!"
"When? How?!"
Even Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng felt their lips go numb. No wonder Uncle—no, dammit! No wonder even Grandpa Luomian lost! This crazy monster… he's already a Soul Emperor!
Clash with Yu Yuanzhen
"Second Soul Ability—Air Break Slash!"
Lu Yuan swung his long sword. Nine arcs of black sword qi whistled through the sky, streaking at Yu Yuanzhen with devastating speed.
The patriarch narrowed his eyes.
"Sixth Soul Ability—Heaven-Breaking Dragon Roar!"
Behind his body, the image of a massive blue dragon materialized, shadows swirling like a living beast. Its jaws opened, unleashing earth-shattering dragon cries.
"Kaaang!"
The thunderous sound shredded the incoming sword qi like paper, dissolving them in violent vibrations.
But Lu Yuan's grin only sharpened further.
"Fifth Soul Ability—Absolute Slash!" His body flickered, vanishing, Sword Qi reappearing directly behind Yu Yuanzhen.
The old dragon master spun, instincts honed over decades telling him death was a fraction away. His third spirit ring glowed.
"Third Ability—Thunder Fury!" Purple lightning blazed, enhancing his body, doubling his defense and strength. Sparks sprayed as his arm—transformed into dragon claws—blocked the slash.
But in that instant, the sword qi twisted direction unnaturally, ripping sideways.
"No… behind!!"
Yu Yuanzhen's instincts screamed. The hairs on his neck stood.
"Sixth Soul Ability—Gale Sword Dance!"
Lu Yuan's strikes multiplied beyond sight. He slashed again, again, again—eighteen times in the span of breaths. Crescent blades of black sword qi spiraled outward, converging into a storm of death that screamed toward Yu Yuanzhen.
The elder roared.
"Fourth Soul Ability—Thunderstorm!"
His soul ring surged, releasing a beam of concentrated lightning from his claws, twisting like a serpent as it met the storm head-on.
Kaaaboom!
The sky detonated above the Sect. Sparks of blue and black ripped across the heavens. The disciples below shielded their eyes as heaven and earth seemed to roar.
The sect shook beneath their feet. Storm clouds boiled, lightning flared, and sword qi burned the sky.
The Blade of Fire and Darkness
Lu Yuan didn't stop. He poured everything into his weapon, channeling power into both spirit bones. His left arm burned with black flame. His right pulsed with blinding force.
The sword burst aflame, sheathed in dark raging fire. Behind him, an enormous phantom of a sword rose, seven meters tall, towering like the blade of a god.
Gasps rang out from every throat.
"Two… two spirit bones?! At his age?!" Yu Yuanzhen's expression cracked.
The patriarch himself only possessed three spirit bones—and that was after a lifetime of glory. And yet this brat… this boy… already boasted two, fusing so seamlessly into his martial soul that their power radiated like extensions of himself.
Jealousy and awe burned in every gaze.
Lu Yuan sneered. His blade descended like judgment.
"Earth Splitter!"
The massive phantom sword fell, tearing through the sky alongside his own downward slash, black fire swirling like a storm of destruction.
Lightning crashed upward in defiance. Yu Yuanzhen roared, his arms swathed in thunder scales, claws meeting the blade head-on.
Diiing—!!
The clang lit the sky like a second sun.
The roar of the storm drowned all sound.
And the mountain trembled beneath the clash of titans.
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