LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 162: Chapter 162
**Chapter 162: My God, I Hate You**
If Bone Douluo hadn't already tested Demon Suppression Douluo's strength, why would the entire Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect take the initiative to express goodwill toward him?
The more Yu Yuanzhen thought about it, the more unnerved he became. He believed he might stand a greater chance against Bone Douluo, but if he faced Sword Douluo, the odds would shift to 60:40 at best.
Even with that advantage, it would be a hard-fought battle. If Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo joined forces against him, Yu Yuanzhen estimated his chances of winning would plummet to less than 30%.
But when Bone Douluo issued his warning, the fear in Sword Douluo's eyes mirrored his own.
It was clear: even if Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo combined their strength, they might still fall short against Demon Suppression Douluo.
Hiss...
Yu Yuanzhen sucked in a breath of cold air, quietly grateful he hadn't impulsively sought out Zhao Ling for revenge.
Seeking retribution against someone whose strength was unfathomable was a quick way to die. If he hoped to succeed, patience was essential.
Yet, despite knowing this, frustration churned within him. He knew exactly who had beaten his eldest son into a fool and crushed the dignity of his second son – and by extension, the entire Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan.
But knowing and being powerless to retaliate was enough to drive him mad.
His grip tightened around the armrest of his chair until the wood splintered beneath his hand. The three elders mirrored his tension, their hands clenched tightly, veins bulging with barely contained rage.
The leader of Haotian Sect sighed heavily.
"Patriarch Yu, we must endure. No matter how strong Zhao Ling is, he's just one man. Can he really stand against the combined might of our three sects?
"We will avenge your sons, but we must not act recklessly. The best course is to accumulate strength. When the time is right, we'll strike with overwhelming force and eliminate Demon Suppression Douluo."
Yu Yuanzhen's heart rebelled against these words. He wanted Zhao Ling dead now. Every moment Zhao Ling lived felt like an insult to the honor of his clan.
But what could he do? Zhao Ling's strength was undeniable. The Haotian Sect would never gamble its future on a rash decision.
If eliminating Zhao Ling meant sacrificing a Titled Douluo in return, they might consider it.
However, current estimates suggested that even trading two or three Titled Douluo might not be enough to bring Zhao Ling down.
Losing that many Titled Douluo would cripple the three sects, leaving them vulnerable to Spirit Hall.
With Spirit Hall's ambitions, they wouldn't hesitate to strike at weakened prey.
No matter how much Yu Yuanzhen seethed, the leader of Haotian Sect would never take such a reckless risk.
Alas…
Yu Yuanzhen sighed inwardly.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Even if it takes ten or twenty years, Zhao Ling's downfall will come.
No matter how powerful Zhao Ling was, he was only one man. The three sects boasted thousands of members.
Given time, new geniuses would rise, and eventually, the sects would produce more Titled Douluo.
When they held the advantage in both strength and numbers, they could crush Zhao Ling like an insect.
For now, Yu Yuanzhen could only console himself with this thought.
At that moment, a servant entered the reception hall, carefully pouring tea for each guest.
But to Yu Yuanzhen and the elders, the tea tasted bitter and unsatisfying. The once-comfortable armchairs felt stiff and unbearable.
After half an hour of restless silence, Yu Yuanzhen rose from his seat, forcing a smile.
"Old friend, it's getting late. I should return to my clan. When time permits, I'd be honored to host you at the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan."
The leader of Haotian Sect considered inviting him to stay for a meal but thought better of it.
Noting Yu Yuanzhen's somber mood, he nodded.
"Very well. I'll walk you out."
As they exited, Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, who had been waiting nearby, watched in confusion.
Yu Yuanzhen's visit had been brief, and now he was leaving without so much as staying for dinner.
Despite their curiosity, the brothers respectfully greeted Yu Yuanzhen as he passed.
"Greetings, Uncle Yu," they said in unison.
Yu Yuanzhen glanced at Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, nodding approvingly.
"You two have grown strong. Old friend, your sons surpass you in your youth."
Though the leader of Haotian Sect said nothing, pride radiated from his face.
Yu Yuanzhen's heart twisted painfully.
He thought of his two sons – one a fool, the other a disappointment.
Looking at Tang Xiao and Tang Hao, brimming with potential, Yu Yuanzhen felt the sting of unfairness deep in his bones.
Why did the heavens bless others with such talented children but leave him with this?
One son was a failure. The other, his pride and joy, was now reduced to a fool.
Oh heavens… I hate you!
With a heavy heart, Yu Yuanzhen departed Haotian Sect, his figure retreating into the distance.
Tang Xiao watched him go, a frown tugging at his lips.
"Father, why did Uncle Yu visit today? He left so quickly… it's strange."
Tang Hao's gaze shifted to their father.
"Was it because of Demon Suppression Douluo?"
The leader of Haotian Sect nodded solemnly.
"Zhao Ling's strength far exceeds our initial expectations. For now, it's best we avoid provoking him."
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao exchanged uneasy glances.
"Exceeds expectations? Father… are you saying this Zhao Ling might be at level 96 or 97?"
Tang Hao's voice lowered. "But isn't he under forty? To reach that level before forty…"
The thought sent shivers down their spines.
A Titled Douluo of such caliber at such a young age was not a genius – he was a monster.
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