Chapter 28 The Pursuit from Contra: Madman, it's either kill or be killed!
Yu Yuanzhen naturally knew about Yu Tianfei's departure from the clan, and there was even a pre-arranged intention behind it.
He originally only wanted to test the bottom line of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but he didn't expect that instead of testing the bottom line, he would lose a genius who broke through to the third ring of Great Soul Master at the age of fifteen.
Could it be that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect made a move? Was Yu Tianfei's death a warning?
Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly, pondering the implications. As for whether Ye Tianchen killed Yu Tianfei and the others, he didn't even consider that possibility. How could a piece of trash who wasn't even a Soul Master possibly kill Yu Tianfei and five Great Soul Masters?
"This matter needs careful consideration. Ye Tianchen is protected by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and even Tianfei's death might be related to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. To be on the safe side, we should investigate first..."
"Investigate?"
Yu Zhanhui interrupted him, his voice suddenly rising.
"My son is dead! His body has vanished without a trace! And you want me to investigate?!"
"Zhan Hui! Calm down!"
Yu Yuanzhen roared angrily.
"You are a high-ranking member of the clan, you should know the rules! Killing a clansman without permission is a serious crime! Moreover, the relationship between the two factions is currently delicate, if you act rashly…"
"Clansman?"
Yu Zhanhui scoffed.
"Ye Tianchen is no longer a member of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. I killed him to avenge my family, not to harm my clansmen!"
"You!"
"Clan leader!"
Yu Zhanhui stepped forward, purple electric snakes dancing wildly around him.
"How much have I done for the family over the years? Every time, have I not put the family's interests first? And for what? Isn't it for the sake of future generations?"
His voice grew colder and colder.
"But now, my son is dead, killed by that good-for-nothing. And what about you, clan leader? You tell me to calm down and wait for the investigation?"
Yu Yuanzhen's face turned ashen.
"That's not what I meant, but you must consider the family! If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect gets involved..."
"Then let them interfere!"
Yu Zhanhui could no longer remain calm and let out an angry roar.
"So what if it's two Title Douluo? I'd like to see if they can protect that little bastard for the rest of their lives!"
"Zhan Hui! Calm down!"
Yu Yuanzhen unleashed the pressure of a Title Douluo, attempting to suppress the berserk nature of the family's number one warrior.
"I am the clan leader, and I must be responsible for the entire clan! If you go out now, you will be giving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect an excuse to start a war!"
"Excuse?"
Yu Zhanhui laughed, his smile full of sarcasm.
"Clan leader, have you been in the position of clan leader for too long and lost all your fighting spirit?"
He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing a dense array of wounds before Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. The most severe wound was just three inches away from piercing his heart.
"These are the contributions I've made to the family over the years, big and small. I don't ask for your reward; I only want a promise, a promise of revenge. As for the consequences... I, Yu Zhanhui, voluntarily sever ties with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. From this day forward, everything I do will have nothing to do with the family!"
Yu Zhanhui stared intently at Yu Yuanzhen and made the same move as Ye Tianchen had that day.
"You!"
Yu Yuanzhen met Yu Zhanhui's gaze and remained silent for a long time.
In the end, he closed his eyes and then opened them again.
"Three days. I'll give you three days. If you kill Ye Tianchen within three days, the family can pretend they don't know anything. After three days, regardless of success or failure, you must return, otherwise..."
"Otherwise, you'll consider me a traitor?"
Yu Zhanhui replied, his smile icy.
"Don't worry, clan leader, three days will be enough."
After saying this, Yu Zhanhui turned and walked out of the ruins.
The night wind blew up his charred robes, and thunder roared overhead.
"Ye Tianchen..."
Yu Zhanhui gazed in the direction of the Star Dou Forest, his eyes filled with a palpable killing intent.
"I want you... to pay for your crimes in blood!"
Purple lightning shot into the sky and disappeared into the depths of the night.
Amidst the ruins, Yu Yuanzhen stood rooted to the spot, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
After a long while, he sighed and waved to the elders who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
"Block the news. Also... send someone to keep an eye on Zhan Hui. If he doesn't return in three days... announce to the public that he has betrayed the clan."
"Clan leader, the warrior...!"
"Do as I say."
Yu Yuanzhen interrupted the elder, looking in the direction Yu Zhanhui had left, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Zhan Hui... has gone mad."
The fate of a madman is often only twofold—either he kills or he is killed.
The following morning, a full night had passed since Yu Zhanhui left the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan for the Star Dou Forest.
A secret letter appeared on Ning Fengzhi's desk.
The letter was very brief, consisting of only one sentence, but Ning Fengzhi read it for dozens of seconds, as if trying to confirm every single word.
When he finally realized he wasn't mistaken, he couldn't sit still any longer.
"Sword Douluo Chen Xin!"
Ning Fengzhi's voice carried an unusual hint of anxiety.
"What's wrong, Fengzhi?"
With a whoosh of wind, Sword Douluo Chen Xin appeared before Ning Fengzhi.
"Yu Zhanhui went to the Star Dou Forest to hunt down Ye Tianchen. Because Yu Yuanzhen blocked the information, a night has passed. I need you to get to the Star Dou Forest as quickly as possible and protect Ye Tianchen from Yu Zhanhui. He is too important to us."
Ning Fengzhi looked at Chen Xin, his words full of seriousness.
"Leave it to me."
Leaving behind these three words, the Seven Kill Sword appeared beneath Chen Xin's feet. He activated his soul power, and a sword light flashed across the sky above the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect before disappearing in an instant.
"Ye Tianchen, you must hold on..."
Ning Fengzhi looked in the direction Chen Xin had left and murmured softly.
...
Stepping onto this scorched land, even though there was only a charred corpse on the ground with its face obscured, Yu Zhanhui recognized his son immediately.
"Tian...fei..."
There were no tears; all the tears had been shed last night. What welled up in his heart now was only a cold, pure hatred that wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.
Yu Zhanhui carefully put his son's body into the storage soul tool, his movements as gentle as if he were handling fragile glass.
Then, he stood up and scanned his surroundings with the sharp eyes of a hawk.
A moment later, his figure disappeared.
After advancing a short distance, another patch of scorched earth came into Yu Zhanhui's view, along with a mangled tiger corpse.
"Thunderwing Tiger... ten-thousand-year cultivation, one strike to kill."
Yu Zhanhui squatted beside the tiger's corpse, his withered fingers tracing the charred hole in its head. The moment he touched it, his pupils suddenly contracted.
It wasn't just the high temperature of the lightning; deep within the wound lingered a terrifyingly pure aura of lightning, even purer than his own.
Yu Zhanhui straightened up, his gaze sweeping across the scorched woodland before finally settling on the smooth, mirror-like shallow pit.
The glassy substance at the bottom of the pit reflected an eerie luster in the morning light, with fine sand grains, bound together by high-voltage electricity, still remaining at the edges.
[end of the chapter]