"No! You can't! You can't kill me! My father is the Clan Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen! You cannot kill me!"
Yu Xiaogang finally snapped out of his terrified stupor. Upon mentioning his father's illustrious name, a desperate glimmer of confidence actually returned to his panicked eyes, clinging to his family's prestige like a lifeline.
Fu Ye looked down at Yu Xiaogang with an expression akin to watching an absolute idiot.
Standing right behind Fu Ye, Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing felt a trace of confusion in their hearts regarding the history between these two. However, their profound trust and unconditional love for Fu Ye overrode everything else. Like breathtakingly beautiful, perfectly obedient shadows, the girls stood quietly behind him. Their delicate hands subtly held onto the fabric of his clothes, their stunning eyes filled with absolute, unwavering devotion as they silently supported their beloved man without uttering a single word to interrupt him. Just being near his broad shoulders made them feel completely safe and cherished.
"Gangzi, we were colleagues once upon a time. You know me better than anyone—I possess the kindest heart in the world," Fu Ye said, unable to suppress the wicked, mocking smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
Die? Of course I won't let you just die, Fu Ye thought coldly. At the very least, your soul will be roasted over the Divine Refining Flames for hundreds of millions of years.
However, right at that moment, Fu Ye's gaze shifted. In the distance, he spotted Liu Erlong standing alongside Shui Bing'er, Xiao Wu, and the rest of the girls.
But what puzzled him was... why was there a wretched-looking old man aggressively crowding them?
What the hell?
An uncle could tolerate many things, but an aunt certainly could not! Although Fu Ye didn't know why his fierce Erlong hadn't simply crushed this old bastard yet, trying to use seniority to bully his women was absolutely ineffective here!
"Teacher Fu Ye, my brother and my teacher are— AARGH!!!"
BANG!
Before Tang San could even finish his sentence, Fu Ye mercilessly delivered a brutal kick, sending him flying horizontally through the air like a discarded ragdoll.
At the same time, Xiao Wu and the other girls noticed the commotion nearby. Their beloved Sister Erlong was actually being harassed by some old creep! Why hasn't she just killed him yet?! No, they couldn't just watch—they had to go check on the situation and support their sister! The bond between the girls in the harem was incredibly deep and protective; they stood united as a flawless, inseparable family under Fu Ye's wing.
With Yu Xiaogang, Tang Chuan, and Tang San now completely knocked unconscious, a bizarre scene unfolded. Three incredibly burly, muscular men—seeing that there was "no one else around"—suddenly stepped out from the alleys and directly carried the three unconscious youths away.
As for where they were being taken or what unspeakable things would be done to their helpless bodies... that remained a dark mystery.
"Get lost! I've told you countless times, I, Liu Erlong, have absolutely zero connection to your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
At that very moment, Liu Erlong was glaring at the ugly, middle-aged man standing before her, her breathtaking face contorted with absolute disgust and pure disdain. Her fiery temper flared, making her mature, voluptuous figure heave with anger.
"Liu Erlong! You—"
Just as the middle-aged man attempted to use his high status to oppress her, Liu Erlong fiercely raised her hand and delivered a resounding, explosive slap directly across his face.
"AHHHHH!!!!!"
Traces of fiery red Spirit Power still flickered wildly around her right hand. That's right—Liu Erlong had actively infused her Spirit Power into that brutal slap!
The agonizing scream pierced the air. It was precisely at this moment that Fu Ye arrived at the "battlefield," gently leading Wu Ling, Rongrong, and Zhuqing by their hands.
"Erlong, what's going on? What happened here?" Fu Ye asked the moment he saw his fiery goddess using her Spirit Power to slap the man.
"Husband, you came just in time. This is that completely irresponsible, garbage father I told you about. He actually has the utter lack of shame to come here and demand that I 'acknowledge my ancestors and return to the clan'."
As Liu Erlong spoke the words, her teeth audibly ground together. It was clear just how deeply she loathed Yu Luomian. Yet, the moment she called Fu Ye "Husband," all the sharp, defensive edges in her aura melted into a deep, tender reliance. She instinctively stepped closer to him, her fiery heart finding absolute peace and safety in his presence. Despite being a fierce, high-level powerhouse, in front of Fu Ye, she was just a woman who deeply loved and relied on her man.
Hearing Liu Erlong intimately call this young man "Husband," that utterly despicable bastard, Yu Luomian, actually jumped up. Bearing a bright, swollen, crimson handprint on his face, he glared at Fu Ye with murderous rage.
"I advise you to leave my daughter immediately! Otherwise, I will—"
However, he only managed to get halfway through his threat. In the very next second...
BOOM!!!!
The sturdy stone pavement of Heaven Dou City's central street violently trembled for no apparent reason.
When the tremor finally ceased, the surrounding crowd gasped. Yu Luomian's head had been mercilessly stomped face-first directly into the shattered marble floor beneath Fu Ye's foot.
"Yu Luomian, sixty years old. Because of your incredibly debauched and unrestrained lifestyle in your early years, you produced an excessive number of illegitimate children. To prevent your filthy actions from being exposed and ruining your precious reputation, you specifically hired assassins to murder them and silence the mothers. Am I right?"
Even though several bones in his face had already shattered under Fu Ye's heel, Yu Luomian's consciousness remained horrifyingly clear.
Hearing Fu Ye's words, his dark pupils constricted with absolute, suffocating disbelief. One had to know that the assassinations of his illegitimate children were a secret known only to him and the dead assassins! How could this terrifying youth possibly know about it?!
"Erlong was originally on your execution list as well. However, when you discovered that her Spirit had miraculously mutated into the pinnacle Fire Dragon variant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, you decided to stay your hand," Fu Ye paused, his voice dripping with freezing contempt.
"But you are a noble member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, aren't you? Even though you didn't kill Erlong, you couldn't possibly allow someone without the orthodox clan Spirit to remain within the sect. So, you ruthlessly drove her out, coldly watching as Erlong's mother died right in front of your eyes."
Finishing his sentence, a chilling, absolute smile curved upon Fu Ye's lips.
"Isn't that the truth, Your Excellency Yu Luomian of the noble Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"
When Fu Ye first met Liu Erlong, he had casually utilized his system to investigate her past and the actions of her relatives. If he hadn't looked, he wouldn't have known—but the moment he pulled up Yu Luomian's personal files, they spanned over a dozen pages. Five of those pages were entirely dedicated to listing the names of the innocent people he had murdered.
While not all of them were his own children, from a brief glance, Fu Ye noted that at least thirty to fifty percent of them were.
It was entirely accurate to say that Yu Luomian was an absolute, irredeemable scumbag—a creature even more filthy, nauseating, and disgusting than the garbage Yu Xiaogang.
"What the hell are you?! How dare you slander my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! You will die here today!"
Yu Luomian's eyes were filled with venomous malice. He was never a kind man to begin with. The only reason he had sought out Liu Erlong today was because he accidentally discovered that his discarded "daughter" had somehow ascended to become a Title Douluo. He only wanted to force her to "return to her roots" so the clan could exploit her overwhelming power.
Without hesitation, Yu Luomian erupted with terrifying Spirit Power, fully intending to directly obliterate the youth who dared expose his past sins in broad daylight.
Fu Ye and Liu Erlong exchanged a brief glance. Their souls were perfectly synchronized. Erlong's beautiful eyes were cold; she clearly understood that this "father" of hers was not worth a single drop of sympathy. She had absolutely no need for misplaced, womanly mercy.
With a casual thrust, a massive, multi-colored phantom of a Dragon Fist pierced directly through Yu Luomian's body. Instantly, the man was blasted violently backward through the air.
The solid marble walls of the surrounding buildings were completely incapable of halting his momentum. Amidst the deafening sound of shattering stone, he was blasted straight into the exact same decorative rockery where Yu Xiaogang had been knocked unconscious moments ago.
CRASH!
Fu Ye had utilized less than half a percent of his true power, yet even that microscopic fraction was far beyond what a pathetic creature like Yu Luomian could ever hope to withstand.
Crack... crack... crack...
His willpower was surprisingly stubborn; despite the catastrophic damage, he actually hadn't passed out yet.
The slightest twitch of his body caused sickening popping sounds to echo from his shattered bones. He stared up with pure, undiluted hatred at Fu Ye, who was slowly and elegantly walking toward him.
"Still not convinced? Quite the stubborn piece of trash, aren't you?"
Meeting the man's hateful glare, a brilliant, multi-colored phantom of a dragon claw materialized within the palm of Fu Ye's hand.
BZZZ!
As a tyrannical, overwhelming suction force erupted from his palm, Yu Luomian immediately unleashed a blood-curdling howl of absolute agony.
"AHHHHHH!!!"
His miserable screams, however, did absolutely nothing to halt Fu Ye's ensuing actions.
Snap.
Following a crisp, final sound, the immense Spirit Power residing within Yu Luomian's body rapidly deflated like a pierced balloon, dissipating entirely into the heavens and the earth.
"You do not deserve to be a father, much less a human being," Fu Ye stated coldly, looking down at the ruined man like a god judging a speck of dust. "From now on, you can drag this crippled, powerless body of yours and barely survive for the rest of your miserable life."