Chapter 140 – Tang San Couldn't Clear His Name Even If He Jumped into the Yellow River!
When Yu Xiaogang had said Tang San's identity was special, Yu Luomian hadn't cared in the slightest. No matter how "special" the boy was, to offend the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan meant only one thing—death.
But when Tang Hao suddenly appeared, Yu Luomian froze, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach.
Revenge was now impossible.
Tang Hao had called him a worthless dragon right to his face—with brutal disdain.
And the painful part was… he wasn't wrong.
Though Yu Luomian was a Spirit Douluo, compared to Tang Hao, he truly was like a crippled dragon before a god.
This was the first time Yu Luomian felt genuine hatred toward his own slow cultivation.
If only he were a Titled Douluo—Tang Hao wouldn't dare insult him.
"The stage of a Spirit Battle is governed by life and death," Tang Hao said coldly. "Your clan isn't the only one to lose people. Countless die here every day."
Yu Luomian's face turned from green to white, his anger burning yet powerless to vent.
Still, he quickly regained composure and snapped, "Everyone here today can bear witness!
In battle, life or death is determined by strength—true enough. But after the fight ended, Tang San knew Yu Tianheng was poisoned and refused to treat him.
That was a deliberate killing act!
Even if your Haotian Sect is mighty, even if you are a top-tier against heaven itself, you still owe the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan an explanation!"
"An explanation?" Tang Hao chuckled, his tone indifferent. "Fine. Have Yu Yuanzhen come find me himself."
Xiao Wu had been injured; his son's anger was only natural.
In Tang Hao's eyes, this was fate—Yu Tianheng's fate.
If anyone had dared harm Ah Yin, he would have struck faster and harder than his son had.
And besides, Tang San was injured, too; Yu Tianheng's final counterattack hadn't been mild.
If he died, it only proved he wasn't strong enough.
"Xiao San, take Xiao Wu to receive treatment," Tang Hao said softly.
He didn't spare Yu Luomian even a glance after that.
Tang San, having waited anxiously, hurried to comply.
He was wounded, yes, but his heart was with Xiao Wu. Until she was treated, he couldn't rest easy.
"Master Yu, Dean Flender, Teacher Zhao," Tang Hao said with rare courtesy, "you have guided my son sincerely and with care. I, Tang Hao, give you my thanks—please, continue to teach him well in the days ahead."
He looked each of them in the eye with respect.
Flender and Zhao Wuji were elated; Yu Xiaogang, though, only nodded bitterly.
"Second Uncle," Yu Xiaogang turned to Yu Luomian, his voice heavy, "Little San never meant it. I'll explain everything to Father."
"Humph!"
Yu Luomian snorted coldly, ignoring him entirely and stepping off the stage.
One by one, the other factions signaled their respects to Tang Hao before quietly leaving the arena.
Tang Hao's sudden appearance had shocked them all.
Who would have imagined that Tang San—the extraordinary prodigy of Shrek Academy—was the son of Haotian Douluo himself?
That revelation alone explained it all.
How could the child of such a man not be a monster?
A Blue Silver Grass martial soul turned into a formidable control-type; the pillar of the Shrek Team—certainly the Haotian Sect would reclaim its glory once this young spirit master matured.
The audience could only sigh in awe. The Haotian Sect was simply terrifying—each generation surpassing the last.
Yet the atmosphere remained tense.
Everyone knew Yu Tianheng's death was no small matter—it would inevitably shake the balance of power across the continent.
This feud between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Haotian Sect was now unavoidable.
The Upper Three Sects, once united in close ties, might fracture from this.
It was all anyone could talk—or worry—about.
Back at the private viewing box, Yu Luomian had already stormed off with the Four-Element Alliance in tow, leaving only five factions remaining.
The Elephant Armored Sect was gone, and the once "Five Element" Alliance had become the "Four Element" Alliance.
Inside the room sat the remaining families: the Ge Clan, the Dugu Clan, the Zhu Clan, the White Tiger Clan, and the Holy Dragon Sect.
For a long moment, none of them spoke.
The events of this day had left them speechless.
Creak.
The door opened.
A man wearing the uniform of the Great Spirit Arena staff stepped in—it was Supervisor Ao, responsible for overseeing wagers.
Dugu Feng recognized him immediately.
Supervisor Ao froze under the weight of so many gazes but quickly composed himself.
"The results of the wager duel are now official," he reported solemnly. "The winners are the Four-Element Alliance and the Dugu Clan.
The losing factions' stakes—forty percent of the Great Spirit Arena's future profits—will be divided equally between the winners."
With that, he retreated, eager to escape the heavy silence.
In his wake, the expressions in the private box only grew stranger.
Every wager had its victor and loser.
The result had already been decided when Qin Ming declared surrender.
The Dugu Clan had bet on the Shrek Team's victory, earning an enormous profit—a bold, astonishing move.
But what baffled everyone most was that Yu Luomian had done the same.
He had bet against his own clan, wagering on the opposing team.
And he was the one who had proposed the bet in the first place.
That meant Yu Luomian had known Shrek possessed a hidden edge—he intended to trap the other families.
And indeed, he had—but at a dreadful cost.
They got their gold, but lost their genius.
In fact, Yu Luomian had learned from his elder brother Yu Yuanzhen that Yu Xiaogang's team, trained under his guidance, was uncommonly powerful.
He'd decided to gamble—a confident risk.
If he lost, the damage would be negligible; if he won, the profits would be immense.
Yu Luomian was a man of calculation, accustomed to maneuvering power and profit through the Four-Element Alliance.
The odds had been favorable—he couldn't resist the temptation.
But this ending was far crueler than any numbers could predict.
"Father, Rongrong didn't let me down," Dugu Feng said with a faint smile. "When I met her here in Soto City, she told me the Shrek team members were all geniuses—with perfect teamwork.
She was right; they won."
The others exchanged looks of realization.
So that was the reason the Dugu Clan had bet on Shrek.
Ge Long even chuckled meaningfully, "Heh… seems Sect Master Ning himself didn't object. Nephew Feng, you'd better cherish that connection."
The normally stern general cracked a rare joke.
Dugu Feng replied humbly with a calm smile.
He had deliberately pushed the credit toward Ning Rongrong—it made perfect sense as far as explanations went.
After all, the Dugu Clan's reputation among the noble families wasn't good.
And now, with Yu Tianheng dead from poison, suspicion was bound to arise.
No one was thinking of it now, but once tempers cooled, people would question it.
They'd ask: Was the Dugu Clan involved? Did they manipulate the match from behind the scenes, poison Yu Tianheng for profit?
He had to erase that possibility completely.
Tang San's guilt must be fixed beyond dispute.
A while later, Elder Snake entered, face stern.
"The poison from the battle platform has been collected," he reported. "Our tests confirm—it originates from the Human-Faced Demon Spider. The venom is extremely fierce. The arena will be closed temporarily for cleansing."
Dugu Feng's lips curved in satisfaction.
That final confirmation sealed everything perfectly.
Now, Tang San couldn't wash this stain off even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
After all, wasn't his third spirit ring drawn from the Human-Faced Demon Spider itself?
(END CHAPTER)
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