The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family Annihilated

Everyone was stunned into silence by this sudden, extremely bloody act of revenge.

Although they had anticipated retaliation from the Martial Soul Hall, no one expected it to come so quickly, or so brutally!

They had directly targeted the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, one of the Upper Three Sects, and annihilated them from the continent with the force of a thunderbolt!

"Yuanzhen... Old Dragon..." Bone Douluo Gu Rong punched a stone pillar beside him, instantly turning the hard pillar to dust. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse with the grief and rage of a rabbit mourning its fallen kin.

Despite their usual bickering, they had been allies among the Upper Three Sects for hundreds of years. Hearing of the entire clan's annihilation now, how could he not be heartbroken?

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his posture as straight as a sword. However, the sharp sword intent that emanated from him, almost tearing the space apart, showed that his inner turmoil was far from calm.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see the scorched earth stained red with blood.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, tightly gripping the bloodstained battle report, his knuckles turning white from the force. His usually gentle and refined face was now covered in frost, and the depths of his eyes held a raging inferno and immense pressure.

Beneath a toppled nest, how could any egg remain intact?

The Martial Soul Hall's actions were not just revenge, but the most naked warning and display of power!

"Bibi Dong... what ruthless methods you employ!" Ning Fengzhi's voice was as cold as iron.

Just then, hurried and chaotic footsteps approached, accompanied by cries of grief and despair.

"Fengzhi! Sect Master Ning! You must avenge our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family!!"

Yu Xiaogang, supported by Liu Erlong and Flender, stumbled in.

Yu Xiaogang, the esteemed Grandmaster, was nowhere to be seen. His face was contorted, his eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down his face. He looked as if he had aged twenty years in an instant!

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was his roots, the source of his bloodline! Even though he had been looked down upon by his family due to his mutated spirit and lived in exile, they were still his family! Now, their home destroyed overnight, his kin dead, this bone-deep hatred and sorrow threatened to consume him!

Liu Erlong was also in tears. Though she had a fiery temper, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family was her maternal family, and the bond of kinship was hard to sever. Flender stood beside them, supporting them both, his expression equally grim.

Yu Xiaogang broke free from Liu Erlong's support and fell to his knees before Ning Fengzhi, kowtowing with his head to the ground, his voice a desperate wail: "Sect Master Ning! I beg you! Send troops! Avenge the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family! Kill Bibi Dong! Destroy the Martial Soul Hall!!"

He was like a madman, his only thought being revenge.

However, in response to Yu Xiaogang's hoarse pleas, Ning Fengzhi, after a brief silence, slowly and heavily shook his head.

"Xiaogang... this revenge cannot be taken now."

"Why?!" Yu Xiaogang's head shot up, his eyes filled with disbelief, madness, and venom. "Isn't your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect the foremost of the Upper Three Sects?

Don't you have Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo?! Why can't you take revenge?! Are you afraid of the Martial Soul Hall?!"

Liu Erlong couldn't help but step forward, her voice choked with tears, "Ning Fengzhi! Those are over a thousand lives! The blood feud of our entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family!"

Ning Fengzhi looked at the two men on the verge of collapse, a flicker of pity in his eyes, but more so the rationality and coldness of a Sect Master. "Afraid? When has Ning Fengzhi ever been afraid! But precisely because I am the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I cannot gamble the lives of thousands of disciples on a fit of pique!"

He stood up, his voice suddenly rising with undeniable authority. "Bibi Dong, with her great victory, the Martial Soul Hall's elites are all deployed, their momentum is at its peak!

To seek revenge now would be like throwing an egg against a rock, walking into a trap! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family's fate is a stark warning before our eyes! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cannot follow in their footsteps!"

He walked to Yu Xiaogang and said with deep sorrow, "Xiaogang, I understand how you feel. But revenge requires strength, it requires timing! Blind impulsiveness will only bring more sacrifices! My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has noted this blood debt! We will repay it a hundredfold in the future! But for now, we must endure!"

"Endure?! Hahahaha!" Yu Xiaogang let out a piercing, bitter laugh, shoving Ning Fengzhi away, his demeanor utterly deranged. "I cannot endure! I, Yu Xiaogang, swear here and now, my life and the Martial Soul Hall, until one of us perishes!!"

He glared venomously at Ning Fengzhi, as if to etch his "cowardice" into his heart. Then, under the forceful drag of Liu Erlong and Flender, he left in grief.

Ning Fengzhi watched their retreating figures and closed his eyes wearily.

He knew that after this incident, Yu Xiaogang's heart would likely harbor resentment towards the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The news of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family's destruction spread like a terrifying plague throughout the entire Heaven Dou Empire.

The nation was shocked, and everyone lived in fear!

If even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, one of the Upper Three Sects, could be wiped out by the Martial Soul Hall with such brutal methods, who else could resist their might?

Within the Heaven Dou Empire, forces that had been observing, or even secretly colluding with the Martial Soul Hall, now fell silent, fearing they would be the next target.

In the imperial court, an atmosphere of despair and panic permeated. Emperor Xue Ye had not held court for several days, reportedly ill from grief and anger.

The situation on the continent, due to the annihilation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, had instantly become incredibly clear, and incredibly cruel.

With blood and fire, the Martial Soul Hall had declared its invincible hegemony and its ruthless will to prosper those who obeyed and perish those who defied to the entire continent.

Within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the atmosphere was extremely heavy. All disciples were on high alert, and the sect's defenses had been raised to the highest level.

Lin Yi stood on the cliff of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well branch sect, gazing in the direction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, his eyes as cold as ten-thousand-year profound ice.

Although he had not had much interaction with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Family, the Martial Soul Hall's actions had crossed his bottom line.

"Strength... I still need greater strength!" He clenched his fist, feeling the peak seventy-ninth level soul power roaring within him.

The bottleneck of a Soul Douluo was within reach!

He turned and, without hesitation, walked towards the Ice Spring again. The storm and bloodshed outside only strengthened his resolve to break through to higher realms.

Only with sufficient power could he protect those he wished to protect in this chaotic world.

The Martial Soul Hall's butcher knife had already been raised. Who would be the next target?

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Or the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family?

The Star Luo Empire?

No one knew. But everyone knew that the darkest hour of the continent had arrived.