Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Upon hearing Dugu Bo's undisguised statement, Yu Yuanzhen, lying on the ground, felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, a chill running straight to his head.

He understood the situation.

Qian Xunji didn't care at all whether Yu Yuanzhen was in charge of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

If he dares to say even half a "no" today and dies here, Dugu Bo, that ruthless old poisoner, will definitely take over the mess after his death without any qualms.

At that time, the Yu family's relatives and those bloodlines that have not yet grown up will probably all become sacrifices for Dugu Bo's control of the sect.

Countless thoughts flashed through Yu Yuanzhen's mind, but in the end, they all turned into a sigh of despair.

Faced with the threat of absolute death and the destruction of their sect, all dignity and pride become meaningless.

"I agree!"

Despite the excruciating pain of his broken bones, Yu Yuanzhen gripped the soil tightly with both hands and, with the last ounce of strength in his body, squeezed out the words: "I am willing to obey your orders, senior! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... has no disloyalty whatsoever."

Upon hearing Yu Yuanzhen's submission, Qian Xunji nodded indifferently.

"Remember what you said today."

Qian Xunji stepped forward and slowly raised his right hand. He joined his index and middle fingers together, and a pure, holy white-gold light quickly condensed at his fingertips.

His fingers tapped rapidly, his movements as fast as lightning.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Three condensed angelic marks were directly injected. Two entered the brows of the unconscious Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin, and the last one was placed directly on the center of Yu Yuanzhen's forehead.

A flash of platinum light appeared and disappeared, followed by the faint appearance of a tiny golden eight-winged angel mark on the foreheads of the three of them. The mark, as if alive, took root directly in the deepest part of their spiritual seas along their meridians, before completely vanishing.

Yu Yuanzhen felt a sudden stab to his mind, as if a sword was hanging overhead, pressing firmly against his soul. The terrifying feeling of having no control over his life or death filled him with despair.

"These three marks are now etched upon your bodies." Qian Xunji withdrew her hand, her tone icy as she pronounced the verdict.

"No matter where you run to on the mainland, I can sense your location at any time, and I can detonate the mark in the blink of an eye. The moment it detonates, your spiritual sea will be completely shattered, and even a level 99 expert won't be able to save you."

Qian Xunji looked down at Yu Yuanzhen, who was sweating profusely, and gave him a final warning:

"Just do your guard duties properly. If I find that you have even the slightest disloyalty, or fail to perform your duties effectively..."

Qian Xunji sneered: "In the future, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will just have to wait to change its surname."

These words completely extinguished the last vestige of resistance or feigned compliance in Yu Yuanzhen's heart. His own life, and the lives of his two most outstanding grandsons, were all in someone else's hands. He had no way out but to obediently comply.

Despite the excruciating pain, Yu Yuanzhen struggled to turn over, kneeling on both knees and pressing his head deeply into the soil.

"I dare not... I dare not..." Yu Yuanzhen's voice trembled, completely abandoning his status as sect leader.

"I will do my duty to protect these juniors. The entire Blue Lightning Sect swears to be loyal to you to the death." Yu Yuanzhen lowered his once arrogant head. The burning sensation of the angel mark deep on his forehead shattered all his dignity.

He thought that by agreeing to a humiliating ten-year treaty and betraying the sect's freedom, this nightmare would finally come to an end.

However, Qian Xunji stood still, looking at Yu Yuanzhen, his eyes still cold beneath the mask.

"He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment."

Qian Xunji's voice wasn't loud. He slowly turned his head and looked at Zhao Youji, who had just recovered to about 70-80% after being nourished by soul power and was leaning against a tree trunk, panting.

"Old Zhao," Qian Xunji ordered calmly, "castrate that brat on the ground named Yu Tianheng."

These words silenced the entire room once again.

Zhao Youji, who was leaning against the tree trunk, suddenly stiffened and froze.

His eyes widened as he looked at Yu Yuanzhen lying in a pool of blood, then at the unconscious Yu Tianheng, and a torrent of internal monologue erupted in his mind:

"Why is it me again? I was the one who slapped Yu Xiaogang during his sterilization surgery at the Soto City Grand Arena. And now, in this Sunset Forest, why has this job of cutting off one's lineage fallen on my shoulders again?"

Does this mean we'll be given the title of "Head Steward of the Eradication Room" in the Soul Master world from now on?

Although he was speechless, Zhao Youji did not hesitate in his actions.

Even if he had ten times the courage, he wouldn't dare disobey the orders of the person in front of him. Zhao Youji dragged his heavy steps toward Yu Tianheng, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

As Zhao Youji approached, Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened instantly, his gaze almost bursting out of their sockets.

"Senior! Senior, have mercy!" Ignoring the excruciating pain from his broken bones, Yu Yuanzhen kowtowed frantically, his forehead slamming against the hard rock, blood streaming down his face.

"Tianheng is just a child. He is the hope of this generation of our Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan! All the blame lies with this old man. Please, have mercy on him!"

Qian Xunji didn't even glance at him, as if Yu Yuanzhen on the ground was just a wisp of air.

Zhao Youji walked up to Yu Tianheng, took a deep breath, and made no unnecessary movements or hesitations.

"Whoosh!"

A tearing sound rang out, and blood instantly soaked through Yu Tianheng's trouser leg, spreading rapidly across the soil.

Yu Tianheng, who had fallen into a deep coma due to being poisoned by Dugu Bo's snake venom, suddenly jerked on the ground as if electrocuted by the terrifying pain.

A muffled, twisted roar escaped his throat, his eyes rolled back, and before he could even let out a complete scream, he fainted again from the pain, leaving only his body convulsing unconsciously in a pool of blood.

"Tianheng—!!!"

Yu Yuanzhen let out a mournful cry.

He stared blankly at his grandson lying in a pool of blood, his heart filled with endless anger, despair, and intense shame.

Yu Yuanzhen hated himself.

If it weren't for his coveting of Xiao Qing's superior dragon spirit, and if it weren't for his arrogance and belief that he could do whatever he wanted in the Sunset Forest with his title Douluo cultivation, his grandson wouldn't have ended up in such a miserable state.

His original intention was to capture the girl and force Yu Tianheng to marry her, so that they could have offspring with even stronger bloodlines and lead the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to dominate the continent.

But now? This ridiculous ambition not only brought annihilation to the sect, but also completely erased Yu Tianheng's qualifications as a man.

It was all his fault that his grandson was ruined; he personally destroyed the future of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Meanwhile, in a corner not far away, Dugu Bo, who had been kneeling on the ground, watched all of this unfold.