If it had been an ordinary Soul Saint—even a Soul Douluo—they would likely have been drenched in cold sweat and unable to sit still beneath that focused sword intent.
Yet Tang Yuan merely lounged casually against the back of his chair.
The air around him did not ripple in the slightest.
That sword intent, capable of slicing through gold and jade, vanished without a trace the moment it came within three feet of Tang Yuan.
Tang Yuan looked at Ning Fengzhi, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingers.
"A new atmosphere would be an overstatement."
"I merely swept away some trash and cleared out a few parasites."
"This King did not expect such a minor matter to bring Sect Master Ning personally to my door."
Tang Yuan's words were calm, yet every one of them carried a barb.
Gu Rong let out a strange laugh, his voice hoarse and grating.
"A minor matter?"
"With that sweep of yours, Prince, you wiped out thirty percent of Seven Treasure City's tax revenue."
"Though the quality of education at those academies varied greatly, they supported quite a few people and were part of Seven Treasure City's prosperity."
"Prince, your actions are rather too overbearing."
As soon as Gu Rong finished speaking, the temperature in the hall suddenly plummeted.
Tang Yuan stopped tapping the armrest and slowly turned his gaze toward Gu Rong.
Those eyes were as deep as an abyss. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in them, yet they gave even Gu Rong, a Titled Douluo, an inexplicable chill.
"Overbearing?"
Tang Yuan asked in return.
"Within This King's territory, This King's word is law."
"Those so-called academies used teaching as a front while carrying out fraud. Is that what you call prosperity?"
"If such prosperity is built upon the blood and