The dark clouds above Spirit City's plaza grew heavier by the moment.
Yu Yuanzhen floated in midair, looking down at the crowd on the steps.
Wild, unmatched blue lightning coiled around him.
The lightning writhed like living venomous snakes, crackling and popping through the air.
His nine Soul Rings rose and fell, their yellow, purple, and black light interweaving.
They displayed the terrifying might of a Titled Douluo at level ninety-five.
The atmosphere in Spirit City's plaza plunged to freezing in an instant.
The guests who had come to witness the ceremony were all silent with fear.
No one had expected the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to actually dare to attack today.
This was the very heart of Spirit Hall's territory.
Yu Yuanzhen fixed his gaze on Gu Qing, his eyes brimming with undisguised killing intent.
"New Holy Son, you certainly have quite the swagger."
"Yu Xiaogang is my own flesh and blood."
"He is also a direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."
"At that tournament, your Spirit Hall abused its power to bully others."
"Not only did you gravely injure his students, you humiliated him in front of the whole world!"
Yu Yuanzhen's voice rolled with thunder.
It made the blood and qi of many weaker Soul Masters churn, and some could barely remain standing.
"Today, I've brought the clan's finest here."
"I'm here to win justice for Xiaogang!"
At his words, the guests in the viewing stands wore varied expressions.
Ning Fengzhi sat upright in his chair, tightening his grip on the staff.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was going to tear up its alliance with Spirit Hall.
Even though Yu Xiaogang had long since been expelled from the clan, Yu Yuanzhen was still using him as an excuse to make trouble.
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