As Liu Erlong's figure disappeared into the underbrush of the Blue Tyrant Forest, only three people remained at the scene—Yu Luomian, Yu Xiaogang, and Yu Tianming, the three male members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's third generation.
Yu Xiaogang's martial soul, Luo Sanpao, had almost no physical enhancement, so his build was just like an ordinary person. In contrast, Yu Tianming and Yu Luomian stood tall and imposing before him like two door guardians.
Yu Xiaogang looked at the grandfather and grandson pair, beads of cold sweat slowly forming on his forehead. His greatest supporter at Blue Tyrant Academy, Liu Erlong, had left. The remaining two held no goodwill toward him. Staying any longer would not end well.
"Second Uncle, I'll go see what's going on with Erlong," Yu Xiaogang stammered, squeezing the words out of his chest, then quickly tried to push through the shrubs to flee the forest.
"Hold on. Second Uncle has something to say to you." Yu Luomian turned slightly and grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar, flinging him back in front of him as he said lazily, "Xiao Gang, I heard you're unhappy about your janitor job at Blue Tyrant Academy? Are you dissatisfied with the position I assigned you, or are you unhappy with me?"
Seeing Yu Luomian's face grow increasingly fierce, Yu Xiaogang forced out an awkward smile, "How could I be? Heh, if I'd known it was your arrangement, I'd have supported it with both hands."
Smack!
Without warning, Yu Luomian slapped him across the face.
"Second Uncle, why did you hit me?!" Yu Xiaogang clutched his swelling cheek, visibly upset.
Yu Luomian glanced at his palm, then at Yu Xiaogang's reddening face. Satisfaction filled his eyes, like a man who finally found relief after a week of constipation. He exhaled deeply and sneered, "Xiao Gang, I think you just don't respect my arrangements. You deserved that slap."
Yu Xiaogang froze, momentarily dazed. He seemed to return to thirty years ago—when he first awakened Luo Sanpao and consumed countless clan resources yet remained just a Soul Grandmaster. Back then, Yu Luomian had slapped him the same way, yelling, "You resource-wasting piece of trash!"
Now in his forties, Yu Xiaogang trembled like he'd been struck by lightning. He raised his head abruptly, only to see the fragmented light of the afternoon sun trickling through the forest canopy. Both Yu Tianming and Yu Luomian's faces were full of malice.
He stammered, his face twitching between tears and a forced smile. At last, he squeezed out a pitiful, "Second Uncle…"
"Get out of here. Do your job properly, and don't bother Erlong again." Yu Luomian waved his hand. Yu Xiaogang clutched his face, stumbling as he fled into the forest.
Yu Luomian spat on the ground and turned to Yu Tianming. "That trash, Yu Xiaogang, has never had any skills. All he's ever been good at is causing trouble. If I hadn't been worried about Erlong causing a scene, I'd have slapped him long ago."
Yu Tianming's eyes flickered slightly as he spoke, "Do you think treating Master like that… he might do something drastic?"
"Hmph. Don't worry, Tianming. I've watched that coward grow up. I've slapped him more times than I can count. He's never done anything drastic," Yu Luomian said with disdain, then turned and left the forest.
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In the northern part of the Douluo Continent, the seasons in Heaven Dou City were distinct. It was now late spring, and the sun was growing hotter.
Beneath the bright sunlight, Yu Xiaogang carried a bucket as he slowly made his way toward the supply room after cleaning the toilets.
Though a level-29 Soul Grandmaster, Luo Sanpao gave him almost no physical enhancements. Even among ordinary people, he wasn't particularly strong. After spending the whole morning cleaning Blue Tyrant Academy, his forehead was drenched with sweat.
As he wiped his forehead and looked up, he saw someone he hadn't seen in days—Liu Erlong—walking toward him from around the corner.
Ever since the formation of the Golden Iron Triangle, both Liu Erlong and Flender had supported him without question. Seeing his "Erlong-mei" approach, Yu Xiaogang instantly straightened his hunched back, dropped the mop and bucket, and hurried forward.
"Erlong-mei, can you help me talk to—"
Before he could finish, Liu Erlong gave him a complex look—part sorrow, part pity. "Xiao Gang, don't come looking for me anymore." With that, she quickened her pace and walked away.
Flender appeared next, rushing out from the same corner. Spotting the stunned Yu Xiaogang, he hurried over.
"Xiao Gang, don't take it to heart. I don't know what's going on with Erlong lately. She's been ignoring me too."
"Maybe it's just age..." As Liu Erlong's figure faded from view, Flender snapped out of his thoughts. "Xiao Gang, let's talk later. I'm going to see if Erlong will speak to me today."
Yu Xiaogang stood still, staring blankly at the two departing figures. Ever since that slap from Yu Luomian, his days had felt like a dream. Only now did he finally wake up.
"Flender… Erlong has changed. She's no longer the Erlong-mei we once knew," he murmured.
Thinking about how he used to freeload at the junior soul master academy, then strut around at Shrek Academy, only to be forced to clean toilets at his own clan's academy—Yu Xiaogang's face darkened like a stormy sky.
The path he stood on was the main route from the training ground to the cafeteria. Before long, Xiao Wu appeared in Yu Xiaogang's line of sight, followed closely by the ever-chatty Tang San.
"Xiao Wu, no matter what happened between you and Yu Tianming, I will always be behind you..." Tang San, having seemingly forgotten Xiao Wu kissing Yu Tianming, now resembled Flender—a complete simp.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes lit up at the sight of his godson. He quickly walked over and grabbed Tang San's shoulders. "Xiao San, let's leave this place. Let's go to Spirit Hall—I'll find you a stronger team!"
Tang San, watching Xiao Wu walk away, brushed off Yu Xiaogang's hand with annoyance and forced a smile. "Teacher… Dad… there's only half a year left until the Soul Master Tournament. There's no time to adjust to a new team. Just bear with it for now—we'll be out of here soon."
Suppressing his disgust, he gently spoke, then quickly ran after Xiao Wu, continuing his endless chatter.
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In the City of Slaughter, the blood moon hung high in the sky, casting its crimson light across every corner of the city. Every fallen soul master beneath it glowed faintly red.
Today was Dugu Yan's 100th match. Yu Tianming had arrived early and was seated in the stands of the Hell Arena. Clad in his standard Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan robes, his appearance clashed sharply with the dark and crimson tones of the Slaughter City.
In the packed arena, there was a two-seat gap around Yu Tianming—no one dared to sit close, nor question who he was. All eyes were fixed on the lone graceful figure in the center of the battlefield.
Dugu Yan wore a tight black outfit, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. Hovering midair with the help of the Blue Silver Emperor soul bone, she first glanced toward Yu Tianming at the back of the stands, then looked down at the ten fallen soul masters surrounding her.
She sneered, "Come at me together—so you can die with some understanding."
The moment she spoke, she vanished from her position, reappearing behind one of the enemies. Her tail spike—gifted by the Dark Devilgod Tiger—pierced straight into the soul master's body, injecting it with massive amounts of poison.
When she withdrew the spike, the man's gray, rotting face showed visible signs of tissue decay. His corpse, like a zombie, toppled lifelessly to the ground.
Yu Tianming watched her use spatial teleportation and couldn't help but smile. 'For most soul masters, time-space-type soul skills are impossible to counter. This one soul bone skill alone is enough for her to dominate Slaughter City.'
Thinking of the two skills he'd gained from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King, his eyes gleamed with anticipation. 'I wonder how much strength Tang Chen still has. Will he be able to give me a proper fight when I use my time-space skills?'
As the first fallen soul master died, the arena erupted in wild cheers. It was as though the true show had just begun.
The remaining fallen soul masters gathered toward the center of the field, terrified. They'd all watched Dugu Yan's previous fights and knew her spatial teleportation couldn't be blocked unless they combined forces.
Dugu Yan smiled faintly. With all her combat experience, she could see through their pitiful tactics at a glance. There was no way she'd let them get what they wanted.
In the next moment, she vanished again—reappearing in the center of the battlefield—before launching her signature poison sword rain. Though only a four-thousand-year soul bone skill, it was infused with countless deadly toxins. A single scratch meant certain death or permanent disability.
The fallen soul masters raised their oversized cloaks to block the attack. With soul power surging, the cloaks spun like hardened shields.
But to a Soul Emperor like Dugu Yan, these tricks were nothing.
As the poison rain fell like a storm, five weaker soul masters dropped dead, their bodies completely corroded. Only two Soul Sages and two Soul Douluos remained, faces grim. Dugu Yan's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Then, a tail spike emerged behind another Soul Sage, who fell instantly.
Dugu Yan, eager to leave this cursed city, grinned wildly. Her eyes glowed red.
"Only three left. Be careful."
Seconds later, it was over.
Dugu Yan floated midair, her black ponytail swaying as if moved by wind. Below her lay only the corroded remains of the fallen soul masters—none of them even remotely intact.
A near-tangible killing aura swirled around her. Even the normally unruly spectators in the stands fell silent, oppressed by the sheer pressure she exuded.
Only Yu Tianming's applause broke the silence. Though soft, it caught Dugu Yan's ear, and she smiled in his direction.
"Congratulations. You are the new Slaughter God," came a sharp voice from all directions. The killing aura around Dugu Yan vanished, forcibly suppressed.
A tall, thin man wearing a bat mask and a blood-red cape descended like a giant bat—Tang Chen.
Frenzied cheers erupted once again across the arena.
Tang Chen glanced toward Yu Tianming in the stands, then turned to Dugu Yan.
"Do you choose to walk the Path of Hell?"
Dugu Yan nodded confidently, a grin tugging at her lips. "Respected King of Slaughter, please begin."
Tang Chen smirked and nodded. Suddenly, a dense red mist burst from his body.
This was not only the killing intent of the Shura God—it was laced with the evil aura of the Rakshasa God. In the blink of an eye, it spread across the entire field.
Nearly ten years had passed since Yu Tianming had last entered the Road of Hell. The new fallen soul masters in the stands had no idea their lives were already over. They were brimming with excitement, eager to witness the path's opening.
But as the red mist settled, their excitement turned to dread. Their screams echoed as the evil aura invaded their minds.
Under Tang Chen's control, they clawed at their faces and bodies, tearing themselves apart. Blood splattered, organs were ripped free—they would not stop until death took them.
Yu Tianming's lips curled in amusement. His fingers drummed on the armrest, and he looked forward eagerly.
(End of Chapter)
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