114: Bet your life!

Yu Tianheng waved his hand, chuckling. His blue robe looked quite handsome, but his eyes were full of aggression.

Since he stopped interacting with Dugu Yan, his training days had plummeted. If that person hadn't come to the Sect, how could he have broken through to the Soul Saint level?

There was nothing he could do. Although he was a genius, without being able to rely on Dugu Bo, that Title Douluo, his resources were bound to be significantly less.

The sense of disparity made Yu Tianheng resentful.

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, don't bully the poor youth!

He must obtain training resources and become the number one person in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and even the Douluo Continent!

This was the ambition of a genius!

"Hehe~ isn't that just perfect? Ning Fengzhi has passed away, which is exactly what's needed for a joyous occasion to counteract the mourning. With the red and white clashing~ our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School can become prosperous!" Yu Tianheng laughed heartily, completely ignoring the hostile gazes of the Sect disciples on either side of him.

Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword beside him hummed slightly, also suppressing its anger.

"Someone, bring the gift for little sister Rongrong to see~" Yu Tianheng clapped his hands. Only then did Qian Feng notice that the dozen or so people behind him all possessed Soul Saint soul power.

Including Yu Tianheng himself, whose soul power had broken through within half a month, reaching level seventy-seven.

This training speed is a bit abnormal... Could it be?!

Qian Feng gasped, his mind racing.

He remembered that Yu Luomian was once a hidden pawn arranged by Mother, but unfortunately, contact was lost a long time ago.

If Tang San and others had infiltrated the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan since Mother lost contact with Yu Luomian, then the horror of this Sect might far exceed that of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, where Oscar had only been for a month!

Qian Feng frowned, withdrawing his thoughts, and looked at the center of the main hall.

Two of Yu Tianheng's subordinates quickly stepped forward and took out an item from the exquisite gift box—a large red wedding dress!

This dress was extremely exquisite. When unfolded, it was embroidered with various jade stones, and there was also a beautifully embroidered phoenix pattern.

However, this bright red was so dazzling within the entire Sect's main hall.

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred as she asked Yu Tianheng word by word, "Yu Tianheng, what do you mean?!"

As her voice fell, Chen Xin snorted coldly, "Yu Tianheng, my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is not a place where you can act so presumptuously!"

"Hehe, Chen Xin, you lost an arm, but your temper isn't small, is it?!" Outside the main hall, a thunderous roar echoed. Yu Luomian stepped into the air, walking down step by step.

A level ninety-five Peak Douluo!

The terrifying pressure of the lightning made the Sect disciples on both sides breathe rapidly, and they looked as if they were about to kneel.

Gu Rong snorted softly, "Yu Luomian, you've broken through to level ninety-five?!"

Yu Luomian, level ninety-five?

Qian Feng raised an eyebrow, already certain that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had been thoroughly infiltrated.

This chess piece... has completely turned black.

However, on second thought, Yu Xiaogang was, after all, once a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and he had grievances, hehe.

It seems Yu Xiaogang probably used some malicious methods to completely control the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"What? You, Gu Rong, are allowed to be a Peak Douluo, but I, Yu Luomian, am not?" Yu Luomian stepped in. With every step, lightning appeared under his feet. Seeing this, Chen Xin released sword energy, protecting the Sect disciples.

"Tianheng's intentions are so good, letting you have a joyous occasion. Why aren't you, this little girl, grateful?" Yu Luomian snorted coldly and pointed at Ning Rongrong, saying:

"If Tianheng fancies you, then obediently wash yourself clean and lie on the bed to serve the genius of our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan well. Only then will your tattered auxiliary Sect have a reason to survive!"

"Presumptuous! This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, one of the Upper Three Sects! You outsider, don't act crazy here!" Ning Rongrong shouted angrily. Her aura was surprisingly not weaker than Yu Luomian's in the slightest.

This surprised Qian Feng inwardly.

"Hmph~ This old man isn't finished yet. Tianheng, you've now broken through to level seventy-seven and obtained a soul bone. What about losing to that kid half a month ago? Don't you need to regain some face?" Yu Luomian frowned and looked at Yu Tianheng.

They were a major Sect among the Upper Three Sects!

Yu Tianheng, as the outstanding talent of the younger generation, was actually played by some unknown kid with no background?

Who could tolerate this?

Yu Tianheng nodded, gritted his teeth, and scanned the crowd. His gaze finally locked onto Qian Feng, and he snorted coldly, "It's him! He seems to be an Elder named Jing Hun!"

"Oh?" Yu Luomian squinted and scanned the area. His gaze fell on Qian Feng, then looked at Hu Liena beside him, a hint of astonishment in his eyes.

"Hehe, this kid certainly has good fortune with women. You! Come here and fight another match with my Tianheng!"

Qian Feng patted Hu Liena's hand. The look Yu Luomian gave Hu Liena just now... was disgusting, which made him very unhappy.

However, he didn't show it on his face. He walked to the center of the main hall, met Yu Luomian's gaze, and smiled calmly:

"We can fight, but what are the stakes?"

"You want stakes too? Kid, are you giving face..."

"If Elder Jing loses, Ning Rongrong will consummate the marriage with Yu Tianheng tonight!" Ning Rongrong shouted angrily, her voice echoing throughout the main hall.

Yu Tianheng swallowed, greedily eyeing Ning Rongrong's body, and chuckled, "Good! Then let's start the fight! I can't wait, Rongrong~"

"Wait. If I win, Yu Luomian, and you, Yu Tianheng, will immediately go to Sect Master Ning Fengzhi's grave, kowtow, admit your mistakes, and never come to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School again!"

"Kid, say that again?" Yu Luomian's soul power surged, and the level ninety-five suppressive force swept towards Qian Feng.

Chen Xin's figure flickered. He patted Qian Feng's shoulder with his left hand, releasing bursts of sword energy.

Of course, this was just so that Qian Feng wouldn't expose his true abilities, not because he was worried that he wasn't Yu Luomian's match.

"What, are you afraid to gamble?" Chen Xin squinted at Yu Luomian and asked mockingly.

"Hehe, come on! The usual place, the arena!" Yu Tianheng snorted coldly. Ning Rongrong arranged for all the Sect disciples to go to the arena at the other end.

Today's match was of great importance. If Elder Jing lost... their new Sect Master would have to share a room with someone tonight?

Upon hearing this, the disciples clenched their fists. Ning Rongrong was an unattainable goddess in their eyes. How could she suffer such humiliation!

In the arena, this time all the disciples of the Sect gathered, all dressed in mourning white.

Behind Yu Luomian were a dozen or so Soul Saints. He patted Yu Tianheng's shoulder and chuckled, "Level seventy-seven fighting seventy-two. I feel like you won't even need to use that thing. Hehe, kid, you'll have quite the enjoyment tonight. That Ning Rongrong..."

He squinted and looked at the aloof Ning Rongrong on the high platform on the other side, chuckling, "She's probably still a virgin!"

"Hehe, I will definitely win! This kid humiliated me back then. I'm going to kill him in the arena!"

"Good! Kill him, so the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School completely loses its spirit and becomes a slave Sect to my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!" Yu Luomian laughed heartily and once again looked at Hu Liena, muttering:

"This girl, how can she have such a charming demeanor and be wearing a white dress~ This aura, this old man really likes it."

"Hehe~ Then tonight, Second Clan Master and I will have a good time!" Yu Tianheng chuckled.

The rapid increase in their soul power amplified the desires in their hearts. They looked at Hu Liena and Ning Rongrong greedily, their gazes utterly nauseating.

A cold smile curled up at the corner of Qian Feng's mouth as he slowly walked onto the arena.