Tianfeng Douluo was a refined middle-aged scholar in a blue robe. Hearing this, he chuckled and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk... Yu Tianheng really is a fine grandson who knows how to screw over his grandfather.
"He offended so many factions at once—even insulted a princess.
"That old dragon Yu Yuanzhen is probably nursing a headache right now."
Ghost Douluo spoke again, reminding them, "Everyone, don't forget His Eminence's orders. Our main purpose here is not to kill, especially not Yu Yuanzhen or any core elders. That would trigger an all-out war. The time isn't right yet."
His gaze swept over the other three before settling on the eager Demon Bear Douluo. "The main thing is to tear the place apart. Give the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan a lesson they will never forget. Destroy some of their important buildings, cultivation facilities, the Treasure Trove, and so on.
"Afterward, we'll need to publicize it properly.
"Crush their reputation and foundations. Let them know that provoking Spirit Hall and indulging their descendants' arrogance comes at a terrible price."
"Yeah, yeah, I know!" Demon Bear Douluo waved his large hand impatiently. "Isn't it just tearing down houses and smashing things? That's what I'm good at! I'll make them cry for their fathers and mothers, yet leave them with no excuse to start an all-out war with us!"
To him, not being able to fight freely was somewhat disappointing, but wreaking havoc without restraint was also a great pleasure.
Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled softly. "Then wait patiently. Once those two from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect arrive, the show... will begin. Yu Yuanzhen, let's see how you deal with this move."
Another two days passed.
The sky had yet to fully brighten, and a thin mist draped this secluded mansion like a veil.