Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

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"A bunch of old dogs, how dare you insult my ancestors."

Even as Luo Yu was choked by the Imperial Path Ancestor, his breath halted and his voice restricted, he still did not submit.

Stubbornness and loathing filled his eyes.

The Nether Ancestor sneered repeatedly.

"Boy, for a lowly plane like yours to produce a genius like you, you must have exhausted all your luck."

"What are your ancestors worth?"

"With such a weak lineage, your ancestors are likely already dust returning to dust, earth returning to earth, rotten in the soil."

Luo Yu's anger surged, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

"Insolence!"

"If my ancestors were here, they would cut you down like chickens and dogs."

The Nether Ancestor laughed out loud, as if he had heard a particularly funny joke.

"Hahaha."

"Then call them forth, just make sure not to move the gravestones."

The old Jian playing with the Donghuang Bell also disdainfully commented, "Kid, tough talk is utterly pointless."

"In the surrounding star domain, we six are the pinnacle of existence, combined together we are invincible in this world."

"Your forebears?"

"Even if they weren't dead, what would they amount to? In our eyes, they're no different from ants, easily crushed with a flick of the fingers."

Luo Yu clenched his teeth tightly, unwilling to endure such humiliation.

If it had been in the past, he might have doubted the legends of Huaxia. But after summoning the phantoms of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from the depths of his soul, and possessing the Zhuxian Sword and Donghuang Bell of legends, he was absolutely convinced of the authenticity of Huaxia's history. His ancestors definitely existed.

He held absolute confidence in his forebears. The Yan Huang People, the Yan Huang Spirit, Yan Huang would never bow to anyone.

"You're talking nonsense!"

As Luo Yu spewed out swear words, he desperately channeled the Summoning Divine Secret, attempting to summon the phantoms of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors from the depths of his soul once more.

"Pfft!"

Following continuous battles, Luo Yu's meridians were already ravaged, and now as he forcefully channeled his energy, his meridians completely gave way, fracturing inch by inch.

The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors did not manifest, and his breath rapidly weakened, in an instant becoming as faint as a thread, his life hanging by a thread.

"Hahaha."

The You Ming Ancestor, eyes squinting, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed across.

Luo Yu had destroyed two Ancestral-level powerhouses of You Ming Sacred Heaven and even caused him to lose an Ancestral Saint Weapon. How could he not be annoyed?

"Should I say you're spirited, or should I say you're ignorant of the high heavens and the vast earth? You're merely at Zu Jing level, five great realms behind the Progenitor-level. How can you contend with us?"

The old Jian turned to the Imperial Path Ancestor, reminding in a cold voice, "Watch him, don't let this kid commit suicide, or who will we interrogate?"

The Imperial Path Ancestor sneered.

"Don't worry, in my hands, his life and death are no longer under his control."

"Let me first search his soul, then we'll know all his secrets."

"No way!"

The You Ming Ancestor interjected, "What if you alone come to know the secrets and deceive us?"

The other Ancestors voiced similar concerns.

A flicker of displeasure passed through the Imperial Path Ancestor's eyes, but he had no choice but to agree.

"I am willing to make a great oath upon my heart demon that whatever information I obtain from the soul search of this kid, I will share with all of you."

"Good."

"But—"

A chorus of voices from the Ancestral-level Powerhouses agreed.

At this moment, Soul Land fell into utter humiliation and sorrow.

Luo Yu struggled to the very end but was ultimately attacked by the shameless old ancestor of the opposition.

It was not Luo Yu's fault; it was simply because he was too young.

If only he had another hundred years, he would not have been bullied by them.

As for the ages of these Progenitor-level beings, they were already countless tens of thousands of years old.

Luo Yu's gaze remained firm, vibrant with vitality.

Even as he was casually discussed and traded like a piece of goods by them, he did not show any signs of humiliation.

Because he lost this time, not due to lack of talent, or lack of effort, or lack of persistence, but because the opposition could not play fairly.

Bullying the young.

After killing the Ten Heavenly Lords, Twelve Ancestral Realms came; after beheading the Twelve Ancestral Realms, the old monsters of the opposition emerged from seclusion.

And Luo Yu was always alone.

Fighting to the last, he was without regrets, without shame, owing nothing to anyone in the world.

The only thing he could not let go of were his women.

The wedding was not completed, and now was about to be destroyed.

For many years, Luo Yu had faced mountains and split them, encountered rivers and built bridges, never once defeated by difficulties.

But this time.

Luo Yu sighed inwardly, this time, there really was no way out.

Even with a sense of melancholy and loss in his heart, Luo Yu's face remained defiant. He had always been strong in his life, never once bowing his head in submission to anyone.

Many Ancestral Realm powerhouses had been closely watching Luo Yu's condition, while the ants of Soul Land, they truly did not take to heart.

When they saw Luo Yu remain calm and vigorous amidst insults, they were still somewhat moved.

The Imperial Path Ancestor's large hand pressed towards Luo Yu's Heavenly Spirit Cover, generating a soul-sucking force.

He was to search the soul and obtain all of Luo Yu's memories.

As his palm seal was about to touch Luo Yu's head, the Imperial Path Ancestor shook his head and sighed.

"I must admit, you truly are spirited, and your talents and intelligence are the finest I've seen in many years."

"A pity you were born in the wrong place. Had you been born in our realm, as my descendent, I would have definitely cultivated you to be the strongest in this universe."

"Alas, you don't have that luck."

The Nether Ancestor also spoke from the sideline, striking at his heart.

"Boy, you must be envious. Other strong ones have Progenitors as their support, while your ancestors are a bunch of useless trash, long since turned into a handful of Yellow Soil."

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