Everyone was left speechless by this sudden, utterly bloody act of revenge.
Though they had long expected Spirit Hall to retaliate, no one had imagined it would come so quickly, or so brutally!
They had chosen one of the Upper Three Sects, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, as their target, and with the force of a thunderbolt, wiped it from the continent!
"Yu Yuanzhen... old dragon..." Bone Douluo Gu Rong slammed a fist into the stone pillar beside him. The sturdy pillar instantly crumbled to dust. His eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse, and his fury and grief carried the sorrow of a rabbit mourning a dead fox.
Though he and Yu Yuanzhen had often traded barbs, they were both among the Upper Three Sects, and their sects had watched over one another for centuries. Now, hearing that Yu Yuanzhen's entire clan had been wiped out, how could he not be heartbroken?
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood before the window with his hands behind his back, his silhouette straight as a sword. But the fierce sword intent radiating from him, sharp enough to nearly cleave space apart, showed that he was far from as calm as he appeared.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if he could see that scorched earth stained red with blood.
Sect Master Ning sat in the seat of honor, clutching the bloodstained battle report so tightly that his knuckles had gone white. Frost covered his usually refined, scholarly face, and deep in his eyes burned a raging fury and a crushing sense of pressure.
When the nest was overturned, how could any eggs remain intact?
Spirit Hall's actions were not merely revenge. They were the most blatant warning and show of force!
"Bibi Dong... what a ruthless move," Ning Fengzhi said, his voice cold as iron.
Just then, a rush of hurried, chaotic footsteps drew near, accompanied by anguished wails.
"Fengzhi! Sect Master Ning! You must avenge our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
Yu Xiaogang stumbled inside, supported by Liu Erlong and Flender.
Yu Xiaogang was nothing like the composed Grandmaster of theory he had once been. His face was twisted, his eyes bloodshot, and tears and snot streamed down his face. He looked as if he had aged twenty years in an instant!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was his root, the source of his bloodline! Even though his Martial Soul Mutation had caused the clan to look down on him and he had ended up living away from them, they were still his family! Now they had been leveled overnight, his clansmen slaughtered. This bone-deep hatred and grief nearly consumed him!
Liu Erlong was also in tears. Though she was fierce by nature, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was her family too; blood ties were not easily severed. Flender stood beside them, supporting them both, his expression grim.
Yu Xiaogang broke free of Liu Erlong's support and dropped to his knees before Ning Fengzhi with a thud. He slammed his head against the floor and cried out in a piercing voice, "Sect Master Ning! Please! Send troops! Avenge the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Kill Bibi Dong! Destroy Spirit Hall!"
He looked utterly mad, consumed by a single thought: revenge.
Yet faced with Yu Xiaogang's desperate pleas, Ning Fengzhi fell silent for a moment, then slowly and heavily shook his head.
"Xiaogang... we can't avenge them now."
"Why?!" Yu Xiaogang jerked his head up, his eyes filled with incredulous madness and venom. "Isn't the 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 avenge them?! Are you afraid of Spirit Hall?!"
Liu Erlong also stepped forward, her voice breaking with grief. "Ning Fengzhi! More than a thousand lives were lost! This is the blood feud of our entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
Ning Fengzhi looked at the two, who were nearly on the verge of collapse. A trace of sympathy flickered in his eyes, but it was outweighed by the reason and hard resolve of a sect master. "Afraid? When have I, Ning Fengzhi, ever been afraid? But precisely because I am the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I can't gamble with the lives of thousands of our disciples just to vent my anger!"
He rose to his feet, his voice suddenly rising, imbued with unquestionable authority. "Bibi Dong has won a great victory. Spirit Hall has deployed all its elite forces, and its momentum is at its peak!
"To seek revenge now would be like throwing an egg against a rock, walking straight into a trap! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's fate is right before our eyes. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect cannot follow in its footsteps!"
He walked over to Yu Xiaogang and said solemnly, "Xiaogang, I understand how you feel. But revenge requires strength and the right moment! Acting recklessly will only lead to more sacrifices! The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will remember this blood debt! One day, we will repay it a hundredfold! But for now, we must endure!"
"Endure?! Hahahaha!" Yu Xiaogang let out a bitter, anguished laugh and shoved Ning Fengzhi aside, looking utterly deranged. "I can't endure it! I, Yu Xiaogang, swear here and now that I will fight Spirit Hall to the death for the rest of my life!"
He glared venomously at Ning Fengzhi, as if engraving his "cowardice" into his heart. Then Liu Erlong and Flender dragged him away by force, and he left in grief and fury.
Ning Fengzhi watched them go and wearily closed his eyes.
He knew that after this, Yu Xiaogang had likely developed resentment toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as well.
News of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's destruction spread throughout the Heaven Dou Empire like the most terrifying plague.
The entire nation was in shock, and everyone was gripped by fear!
If even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, had been wiped out so brutally by Spirit Hall, who could stand against its advancing armies?
Within the Heaven Dou Empire, some forces that had still been waiting to see how things would unfold—or had even secretly colluded with Spirit Hall—now fell silent, terrified of becoming the next target.
An atmosphere of despair and panic hung over the imperial court. Emperor Xue Ye had not attended court for several days. Rumor had it that grief and worry had made him ill.
With the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's destruction, the continent's situation had become clear in an instant—and utterly grim.
With blood and fire, Spirit Hall had declared to the entire continent that its hegemony was unmatched, and that those who followed it would prosper while those who opposed it would perish.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was shrouded in tension. Every disciple was on edge, 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 toward the land where the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had once stood. His eyes were cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
Though he had not had much to do with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Spirit Hall's actions had crossed his bottom line.
"Strength... I still need more strength!" He clenched his fists, feeling the peak Soul Power of level seventy-nine roar within him.
The bottleneck to Soul Douluo was just within reach!
He turned and strode toward the Ice Spring once more, without the slightest hesitation. The storm and bloodshed beyond only strengthened his resolve to break through to a higher realm.
Only with enough power could he protect all that he wished to protect in these chaotic times.
Spirit Hall had raised its butcher's blade. Who would be its 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 continent's darkest hour had arrived.
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