Chapter 13: A Saint Son Should Be Like This!

Lu Tianyu scolded, "Even if you can't hold on, you must hold on; the time to test you has arrived."

"They are just a bunch of crooked melons and split dates; your invincible handsomeness alone is enough to defeat them."

"You can definitely do it!"

He understood Lu Wenbin very well; his initiative and self-discipline were both very poor, and he needed someone to constantly spur him on.

It was just like a donkey pulling a millstone; it wouldn't move without the whip.

And he was the one wielding the whip.

"I can definitely do it!"

Lu Wenbin erupted with a powerful aura, shaking back the attacks of the eight people.

But his body swayed a few times, his face flushed red, and the Golden Mace in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.

Yet with Lu Tianyu's encouragement, he suddenly gained confidence: "Kill!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"

The battle began again.

Lu Wenbin managed to hold off the attacks of eight people by relying solely on his own strength.

Seeing Lu Wenbin fighting for his life, Lu Zhuoyuan felt a bit wary.

But he knew that for every extra breath of time, Lu Tianyu would gain a bit more strength.

He observed Lu Tianyu's terrifying recovery speed and immediately grew anxious: "Lu Wenbin, you really don't know what's good for you!"

"Everyone, don't hold back; use your ultimate moves to blast him out!"

The remaining seven were also enraged, and all erupted with their strongest ultimate moves: "Kill!"

Boom!

In the next second, Lu Wenbin was blasted away: "Brother Yu, I'm sorry, I tried my best!"

Lu Zhuoyuan was overjoyed: "Knock him down!"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~

Eight figures, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, rushed toward Lu Tianyu.

Swish!

Lu Tianyu's pitch-black eyes suddenly opened, and he shouted: "Golden Dragon Fist, Shattering Field!"

Golden light swirled around his body, and a clear dragon roar issued from his Middle Dantian.

He clenched his arms into fists and blasted them forward violently; two fists the size of millstones struck out like lightning. The Gang Qi surged like a tide, overwhelming like a mountain toppling and the seas overturning!

Boom, boom, boom!

A huge, explosive sound rang out.

The attacks of the eight challengers were all shattered one after another.

Six or seven figures were sent flying backward directly, spitting out blood repeatedly.

Only Lu Zhuoyuan remained.

Thump, thump, thump~

He retreated more than ten steps in a row, with half a foot stepping on the edge of the arena, barely managing not to fall off.

Yet his eyes were filled with horror: "This is impossible!"

"The eight of us..."

He knew he had been defeated thoroughly, but he was very unwilling to accept it.

This was the full-force attack of eight people, yet it was actually broken by Lu Tianyu's two Gang Qi fists.

As soon as the words left his mouth, he was kicked off the arena by Lu Tianyu, who had rushed over to settle the score.

Lu Wenbin held his head high and chest out: "What's impossible about it? Losing is losing, get lost!"

"From now on, whoever dares to challenge my Brother Tianyu must get past me first."

He looked arrogant: "Who else!"

It was as if those two fists of Lu Tianyu's had been thrown by him; it was satisfying!

Lu Wenbin's "Who else" was like a loud slap in the face to everyone who wanted to drive Lu Tianyu from the position of Saint Son.

Didn't you want to drive Lu Tianyu out?

Didn't you covet the position of Clan Head held by Lu Tianyu's father?

Do you have the ability?

A person with no cultivation base at all has defeated eighty-eight outstanding disciples.

What face do you have left to bring this up!

Second Elder sighed deeply and cupped his fists toward Lu Tianyu: "Tianyu, from this day forward you are the Saint Son, I, Lu Qingfeng, submit to you!"

The Third Elder and the other dozen or so elders all stood up: "We submit!"

"We have already signed the Blood Pact; from today on, the Blood Pact takes effect!"

"From now on, we will absolutely not question the position of the Saint Son, nor will we covet the position of the Clan Head."

The eighty-eight people who had been blasted away stood up one after another, all looking disheveled and embarrassed.

However, their eyes all revealed a sense of admiration.

Lu Tianyu's final move had beaten them into submission.

A Saint Son should have such combat power!

Lu Zhuoyuan raised his arm and shouted loudly: "A Saint Son should be like this!"

The others also shouted in unison: "A Saint Son should be like this!"

"A Saint Son should be like this!"

The eighty-eight challengers had little stars twinkling in their eyes.

Lu Tianyu walked to the center of the arena: "Actually, I never wanted to be the Saint Son; I wanted to cultivate in peace."

"But during this period, internal strife will arise within our Donghuang Clan, and the other seven Huang Clans will surely take advantage of the situation."

"Our Donghuang Clan is currently in its most dangerous moment; if we do not consolidate all our strength, we will be dismantled, and by then, Donghuang will cease to exist!"

As he spoke, the corner of his eye was fixed on Lu Qingyan.

When he punched this person, he felt a soft, yielding force that deflected his strength away.

Clearly, this Lu Qingyan was an expert, at the very least stronger than him.

It was certain that Lu Qingyan had jumped down of his own accord; he did not want to expose his identity.

Lu Qingyan was the grandson of the Thirteenth Elder and was no more than twenty-two years old, yet to have such strength was clearly impossible.

There was only one reason: this Lu Qingyan was fake, or he had been possessed.

Lu Qingyan was six years older than Lu Tianyu; Lu Tianyu had always had memories of him, and he had always been very low-key.

Since Lu Qingyan would not expose himself, Lu Tianyu would not point it out either.

However, he would warn Lu Jiuyuan to let him be careful.

At this moment, Lu Jiuyuan walked onto the arena with a smile on his face: "The Saint Son arena challenge match is over!"

"Lu Tianyu remains the Saint Son of our Donghuang Clan!"

"The others must take the Saint Son as an example!"

"Everyone, disperse!"

After saying this, he took Lu Tianyu's hand and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

"Hold on!"

From behind.

The voices of the Second Elder, the Third Elder, and many other elders also rang out.

Including those challengers.

Every one of them had a slightly flushed face, looking extremely embarrassed.

Lu Jiuyuan asked in confusion: "If you have something to say, say it directly; what kind of decorum is this, acting so coy?"

Once he said this, the expressions of the crowd became even uglier.

The Second Elder stepped forward: "Well, my Storage Ring contains all my belongings; could you let me take some out?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Inside are all our belongings; we have become paupers now!" the Third Elder also said brazenly.

"Well, could you give me the Storage Ring first? Even if it's on credit, I will pay you back later, with interest!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jiuyuan's face immediately darkened: "What, are you trying to go back on your word!"

"A bet is a bet! Your items already belong to Lu Tianyu; you have no right to distribute them!"

There was no logic in taking back things that had been lost.

Once these words were spoken, the faces of the crowd turned pale.

They received a monthly stipend, but all their accumulated savings had been spent on items for cultivation.

If they had to save it all up again, who knows how long it would take—would they even be able to cultivate?

But the items had already been given away.

They could only thicken their skin and look at Lu Tianyu with eager eyes.

Right now, the only person who could loosen the situation was him.

*Ahem, ahem, ahem! *

Lu Tianyu cleared his throat: "In consideration of our shared clan ties, I will return the Storage Rings and Storage Bags to you!"

"However, since I kept them for you for a while, I will still have to collect interest."