My wife who comes from a wealthy family-Chapter 921 - 922: The Godslaying Blade Stolen

Deathly silence!

The scene fell completely quiet!

Over a hundred thousand spectators stared with their mouths agape, gasping as though they had inhaled all the air from the sky into their lungs.

Someone let out a piercing scream, shattering the silence.

"Holy crap, Second Prince was defeated!"

"He was killed in one strike!"

"Wudao’s strength is terrifying!"

The audience erupted in a wave of shocked gasps and exclamations, like a thunderstorm crashing through the arena!

Meanwhile, at the judges’ panel, led by the Grand Elder, dozens of judges rose to their feet unanimously, their faces reflecting sheer astonishment.

"Second Prince has lost!"

"Wudao defeated him in a single strike!"

"It was such a clean and decisive victory!"

Simultaneously, the elite warriors from the other three battle stages were equally stunned!

"I am far from being a match for Wudao!" admitted a White Dragon Clan warrior from Stage Three, smiling bitterly.

"Goodness, why do I feel like Old Ye hasn’t even exerted his full strength?" Long Mie mused with unease.

Even the absolute ruler of Stage One, the First Prince Long Zhan, had a serious expression at this moment.

He had to admit!

This person possessed the ability to challenge him!

The Grand Elder took a deep breath, shifted his gaze to the Dragon King, and cautiously whispered, "My Lord Dragon King!"

The Dragon King ignored him, instead glancing at his daughter, Long Qingyue, noticing that her bright eyes were fixed fervently on Ye Wudao, unable to look away.

The Dragon King chuckled and asked, "My dear daughter, have you taken a liking to him?"

"I reckon that boy would make a fine son-in-law!" he added with laughter.

"Ah, Father, what are you saying?" Long Qingyue’s face flushed instantly as red spread across her cheeks, and she quickly turned away, saying, "I just think he’s rather handsome..."

"Hehe, girls always praise a man’s looks when they like someone! Your father was once your age, you know," the Dragon King joked.

"Father, stop spouting nonsense! I’m not talking to you anymore!" Long Qingyue huffed, regaining her cold demeanor.

"Haha!" The Dragon King roared in laughter.

"Lord Dragon King, what should we do about this? The Second Prince..." the Grand Elder hesitated and asked cautiously.

Long Ao was, after all, one of the Dragon Clan’s top prodigies. His defeat had surely tarnished the clan’s reputation!

"Follow the rules!" the Dragon King declared firmly.

"Understood!" The Grand Elder nodded and stood up, announcing loudly, "The champion of Stage Four has emerged: Wudao!"

The crowd instantly erupted into deafening cheers and applause, rivaling the sound of crashing waves and roaring mountains!

"Unbelievable!"

"So incredibly strong!"

"Wudao, I love you!"

"Wudao, let’s be together!" Some bold girls even confessed their love aloud!

Meanwhile, the champions of the other three battle stages quickly emerged as well!

"The champion of Stage Three, representing the White Dragon Clan, is Dragon Bai!"

"The champion of Stage Two, representing the Black Dragon Clan, is Long Mie!"

"The champion of Stage One, representing the Golden Dragon Clan, is the First Prince, Long Zhan!"

With the champions of all four stages decided, the top four contenders of the Dragon Clan Tournament were finalized!

The Grand Elder spoke up, "Tomorrow, the championship match of the Dragon Clan Tournament shall take place, where we will select the strongest warrior of the Dragon Clan from the four contestants. Thank you for attending today, and that concludes our matches for today!"

Voices of discontent and regret swept across the crowd.

"It’s over already? I haven’t had enough yet!"

"This year’s Dragon Clan Tournament is the best I’ve ever seen!"

"The five hundred Spirit Crystals I spent on this ticket were worth every bit!"

"Forget five hundred, I’d pay a thousand if I had to!"

"The championship match is tomorrow—I need to hurry and grab a ticket!"

As the day’s matches ended, the audience gradually dispersed.

"Long Mie, congratulations on making it to the top four," Ye Wudao said with a smile.

"Quit teasing me, Old Ye!" Long Mie threw his arm around Ye Wudao’s shoulder and chuckled. "Come on, let’s go grab a drink!"

"Another round of drinks?!" Ye Wudao said, surprised.

"Haha, you’re just one day away from becoming the Dragon Clan’s number one warrior—doesn’t that deserve celebrating?" Long Mie laughed.

"Haha, alright then, let’s go!" Ye Wudao’s mood brightened as the two brothers walked shoulder to shoulder towards the Heavenly Dragon Restaurant.

As Ye Wudao and Long Mie continued to shine in the Dragon Clan Tournament, their journey to the restaurant attracted everyone’s attention!

"No way—it’s Long Mie and Wudao!"

"These two are among the top four of this year’s Dragon Clan Tournament!"

"Especially Wudao—the strongest challenger to the First Prince is undoubtedly this tournament’s greatest dark horse!"

The guests whispered among themselves, their voices filled with reverence.

Inside the Heavenly Dragon Restaurant.

"Anyone here? Get us a table!" Long Mie called out.

"Coming, coming!" A plump innkeeper soon waddled over, saying, "I’m the owner of the Heavenly Dragon Restaurant. Congratulations to you both for making it to the top four! Tonight’s meal is on the house!"

"That’s wonderful!" Long Mie said with a laugh.

"Quick, escort our esteemed guests to the private room on the third floor!" The innkeeper ordered.

In the third-floor private room.

The plump innkeeper laid out an extravagant feast, worth tens of thousands of Spirit Crystals—a testament to his sincerity!

"This innkeeper has done a good job—very genuine!" Long Mie laughed.

"Haha, spending tens of thousands of Spirit Crystals here—I’d say this boss has a long-term vision!" Ye Wudao said with a faint smile.

The two were just about to feast when congratulatory voices rang out. "Congratulations to both of you for making it to the top four! I’m Long Feng! I’m Long Sheng! I’m..." A crowd of hundreds appeared, each carrying gifts!

"Everyone may leave," Long Mie said.

"Lord Long Mie, Lord Wudao, these are tokens of our sincerity—please accept them!" The hundreds of visitors pleaded earnestly.

Long Mie glanced at Ye Wudao, who grinned and said, "Long Mie, do as you please."

"Haha, then I won’t hold back!" Long Mie gestured grandly. "Leave the gifts and go!"

"Lord Long Mie and Lord Wudao have accepted our gifts!"

"Let’s leave quickly!"

The gift-bearers, having achieved their goal of gaining recognition, quickly left in excitement.

But as the first batch of visitors disappeared, a second wave arrived.

Long Mie couldn’t handle any more and declared, "Everyone leave!"

The second batch, disappointed, awkwardly left while carrying their gifts away.

Ye Wudao took a sip of wine and chuckled, "These people on Dragon Island sure are pragmatic."

"Haha, it can’t be helped. The folks here on Dragon Island are indeed rather opportunistic! If you’re weak, they’ll trample on you; if you’re strong, they’ll flock to flatter you!" Long Mie laughed and said, "I’ll go see if there’s anything interesting among the gifts!"

Long Mie walked towards the pile of gifts, but suddenly his pupils contracted sharply.

"Old Ye, something’s wrong!"

"What is it?" Ye Wudao asked.

"The gifts are all gone!" Long Mie exclaimed in shock.

What?

Ye Wudao turned quickly, only to find the spot where the gifts had been was now empty—completely bare!

"I clearly saw those gift-givers placing the gifts on the ground before they left!" Long Mie said, stunned.

"I saw it with my own eyes too!" Ye Wudao nodded, then laughed and said, "Forget it, Long Mie, come back and drink. If it’s not ours to take, we shouldn’t force it!"

"Haha, true enough!" Long Mie replied. Just as he turned away, something shocking caught his eye.

"Old Ye, you—you..."

"What about me?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.

"Your blade is gone!" Long Mie said, his jaw dropping.

What!?

Ye Wudao lowered his head and saw that his waist was empty—the God-Slaying Blade had disappeared!

"What the hell, where’s my blade?!" Ye Wudao said, astonished.

"Someone must have snuck into the crowd of gift-givers earlier... Let me think..." Long Mie paused and suddenly his eyes lit up as he said, "I know who did it!"

"Who?"

"Dragon Island’s most infamous thief—Black Fox!" Long Mie blurted.

"What’s this Black Fox’s background?" Ye Wudao asked.

"This Black Fox is said to be an expert at stealth, and quite powerful to boot, being at the Unity Realm Stage! It’s said that none of his thefts have ever failed—not even the Dragon King’s cherished, priceless teacup was spared. To this day, he hasn’t been caught!"

Taking a pause, Long Mie smiled bitterly and said, "Old Ye, fame sure invites trouble!"

Ye Wudao downed a cup of wine, slammed it onto the table, and his eyes gleamed coldly. "Haha, so he dared steal my blade—let’s see if he can even wield it!"