To say that Ning Rongrong had any grand schemes—well, she really didn't have the smarts for that.
She was simply annoyed that Yu Tianming had been getting all the attention lately. She wanted the spotlight back on herself and to stop Ning Fengzhi from constantly nagging her with things like "Look at Yu Tianming from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan" every day.
Ning Rongrong jogged over on her short legs to the three of them and looked at Yu Tianming, saying, "I heard you're the most talented genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Dare to compete with the genius of our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan?"
Yu Tianming and the two princes exchanged a smile but didn't reply.
Ning Rongrong pressed on, "I brought Brother Gu Xuan here today. If you beat him, I'll admit you're the strongest."
Hearing this, Yu Tianming responded gently, "The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan is the second strongest sect in the world, while our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is only third. Naturally, I wouldn't dare compare myself to your clan's genius."
Ning Rongrong hadn't expected to be rejected. She stomped her foot anxiously and said, "No! You have to compete to know whether you can win or not!"
Seeing her like this, even Dai Weisi, the Star Luo prince who had nothing to do with the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, couldn't help bursting out laughing.
As he laughed, Ning Rongrong instantly felt mocked, and a wave of intense embarrassment shattered her emotional defenses.
She grabbed onto Yu Tianming's pant leg and, on the verge of tears, said, "No—you have to compete with me! You must!"
Qian Renxue sighed helplessly and cast a pleading look toward Sword Douluo, who stood not far away.
Sword Douluo Chenxin wore a spotless white robe, his beard and hair pure white. His long silver hair was neatly tied back. His face was calm and youthful, almost baby-like, exuding the air of a reclusive sage.
But when he saw Ning Rongrong crying, he rushed forward and scooped her up in his arms. "Rongrong, my little ancestor, what's upset you again?"
He looked just like a regular old man doting on his granddaughter—but no one in the crowd of Soul Sages and Soul Douluos dared show the slightest disrespect. A Level 96 Super Douluo could wipe out any of the four lower sects' leaders with a single strike—who would dare be impudent?
Ning Rongrong snuggled into his arms and, through sobs, pointed at Yu Tianming. "He—he just—just won't fight Brother Gu Xuan."
Sword Douluo turned to Yu Tianming and said, "Tianming, give this old man some face. Spar with Gu Xuan. You could also use the chance to show the strength of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's heir, right?"
Since the Hao Tian Clan went into seclusion, only the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan remained among sects with Title Douluos. Now that Yu Yuanzhen had reached Level 96 and they'd gained another Poison Douluo, the power balance between the two clans had grown even closer—and so had their rivalry.
Yu Tianming had absorbed two spirit rings in the past six months. He had grown taller and stronger. Although he wore a soul tool that concealed his soul power for this coronation event—even a Title Douluo couldn't see through it—his physique alone revealed that he was no weakling.
Sword Douluo not only wanted to soothe the crying Ning Rongrong but also wanted to gauge the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's next generation.
Seeing Sword Douluo shamelessly coming forward for Ning Rongrong's sake, Yu Tianming sighed. "Fine. Let Gu Xuan come spar."
In the distance, Yu Yuanzhen narrowed his eyes, his expression dark.
Among Title Douluos, people often referred to Sword Douluo as "Sword Dao Chenxin." He had devoted his life to his sword spirit, and in terms of raw attack power, few could rival him. Yu Yuanzhen was one of those few.
Yu Yuanzhen was arrogant by nature, and after his breakthrough, he saw no one as his equal. That Chenxin dared to pressure Yu Tianming like this in his own territory—if he wasn't trying to conceal his strength, he would've challenged him on the spot.
Although Ning Fengzhi was only a support-type Soul Master, he was still a Level 79 Soul Sage. Sensing Yu Yuanzhen's anger, he said with some helplessness, "Lord Thunder, please forgive my daughter's immaturity. But since Tianming is the young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, why not take this opportunity to display his strength?"
When Yu Yuanzhen still didn't reply, Ning Fengzhi added, "Gu Xuan is Bone Douluo's grandson. He's twelve this year and hasn't yet reached Soul Elder level. The two should be evenly matched—there shouldn't be any issues."
Hearing this, Yu Yuanzhen gave a slight nod and transmitted a message to Yu Tianming: Don't use your spirit rings.
Ning Fengzhi didn't know that Yu Yuanzhen calmed down only because Yu Tianming could handle Gu Xuan without spirit skills. He just thought Yu Yuanzhen was concerned for his heir's safety.
Soon, a tall youth—over two meters—stepped out from the crowd. Though he had a young face, his cheeks were sunken, his muscles gaunt, and his eyes deeply set. Though young, his hair was already thinning. From a distance, he looked like a towering skeleton in human clothing.
His appearance clearly marked him as a miniature version of Gu Rong—his spirit must also be the Bone Dragon.
Yu Tianming had noticed him when he joined the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Knowing the boy's strength wasn't enough to make him use spirit skills, he had agreed to Sword Douluo's request.
Seeing Gu Xuan walk up, Ning Rongrong wiped her tears and beamed. "Brother Gu Xuan's here. Don't cry when our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan genius beats you, Blue Lightning boy!"
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Half a year ago, after watching a battle in the Heaven Dou Grand Arena, Ning Fengzhi had told her that Yu Tianming was just over Level 20. Meanwhile, Gu Xuan, nearly thirteen, was just one spirit ring away from reaching Soul Elder. Confident, Ning Rongrong believed she could knock Yu Tianming down a peg.
Yu Tianming said speechlessly, "Wipe your own snot first."
Whether it was Ning Rongrong's behavior or the fact that she sent someone of similar strength against him, Dai Weisi couldn't help laughing again.
When he laughed, Ning Rongrong was reminded of the earlier embarrassment and became angry again. She turned to Sword Douluo. "Grandpa Sword, he's laughing at me again!"
Though Dai Weisi was a prince, he still feared Sword Douluo nearby. He quickly said to Ning Rongrong, "I'm just happy to see the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan's genius in action—not laughing at you, haha... ha..."
Ning Rongrong didn't know how to respond. She just pouted and curled up in Sword Douluo's arms, waiting for Gu Xuan to shine.
The surrounding crowd—leaders of the four lower sects and bishops of the Spirit Hall—all wanted to see how strong the next generation of the upper three clans really was. As Gu Xuan arrived before Yu Tianming, the crowd stepped back to give them a wide space to duel.
Even the reclusive Dugu Yan was dragged over by Ah Zhu and Ah Zhi. The three of them stood beside Dugu Bo to watch the match unfold.
(End of chapter.)
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