Tang Yu's Banquet! Seven Treasures Submit!!

Tang Yu set down his wine glass and finally turned his head to glance at Qian Renxue.

His gaze was incredibly piercing, seeing right through that layer of disguised skin.

"My intentions?"

"My intention is simple: whoever blocks my path, I will crush."

"Your Highness the Crown Prince had best pray that the Heaven Dou imperial family does not become that stumbling block."

This undisguised threat caused Qian Renxue's heart to sink abruptly.

Yet, at the same time, that fanatical desire for conquest burned even brighter.

Just then.

The master of ceremonies responsible for announcing gift lists at the entrance of the mansion suddenly raised his voice, his tone echoing across the entire plaza.

"The Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen, has arrived!"

"Gifts: A section of ten-thousand-year lightning-struck wood, three shards of top-grade spirit bones, and one million purple gold coins!"

As soon as this announcement rang out.

The plaza, which had previously held a murmur of conversation, instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's movements froze.

Hands holding wine glasses stopped in mid-air; chopsticks clutching food hovered over plates.

Hundreds of eyes turned in unison toward the mansion gate.

Even he had come!

A chorus of sharp gasps erupted from the crowd.

The Upper Three Sects had always stood together, but the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was notorious for its fiery temper and never bowed easily to anyone.

Now, even Thunder Douluo, Yu Yuanzhen, had come in person to attend the banquet, bringing such heavy gifts.

It signified that the influence of Tang Yu had already surpassed the traditional three great sects.

It meant that the old order of the Douluo Continent had been shattered today!

At the gate.

Yu Yuanzhen, dressed in a purple robe embroidered with lightning patterns, strode across the threshold with long, purposeful steps.

Although he had restrained his spirit power fluctuations, the aura of a sect master who had long held a position of power remained incredibly intimidating.

Behind him, Yu Xiaogang followed closely, his head hung low.

His hands gripped the corners of his robes, his eyes darting repeatedly toward the figure on the main seat.

Deep within his eyes, uncontrollable jealousy and hostility churned.

Yu Yuanzhen walked to the center of the plaza and stopped amidst the awe-filled gazes of the crowd.

He looked up at Tang Yu on the high platform.

Then, this arrogant Thunder Douluo cupped his hands and bowed slightly.

"Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Greetings to Prince Wuyang."

"I wish the Prince eternal prosperity and a reputation that shakes the world."

Hearing these flattering words from the mouth of Yu Yuanzhen made many present feel a tingling sensation on their scalps.

Tang Yu leaned back in his python-patterned chair, looking down at Yu Yuanzhen below the steps.

His gaze then shifted slowly, landing on the cowering yet resentful Yu Xiaogang behind Yu Yuanzhen.

Looking at this waste, who had once been easily crushed by him and abandoned by Liu Erlong.

The muscles at the corner of Tang Yu's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer of extreme contempt.

"Sect Master Yu is too kind."

"To have the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan make the trip himself—this Prince's face is truly worth quite a lot."

"Grant him a seat."

Tang Yu waved his hand, his voice echoing over the vast plaza.

Upon hearing these two words, the muscles on Yu Yuanzhen's face twitched slightly.

He was the dignified Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan; wherever he went, he was treated as an honored guest and held in high esteem.

Yet here at the Blue Silver King Mansion, Tang Yu hadn't even shifted his posture.

He hadn't even spared him a proper look, tossing out those two words with the tone one might use to dismiss a subordinate.

This was clearly a total disregard for him as a Super Douluo.

Behind Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his fists clenching until they creaked.

From the moment he entered, Yu Xiaogang had been staring at Tang Yu, attempting to vent the monstrous hatred in his heart through his gaze.

Tang Yu's gaze merely swept over him, treating him as if he were nothing but air.

This aloof posture, looking down upon the common masses, was more humiliating than a slap to the face.

Yu Xiaogang's pathetic pride was crushed into pieces.

Two Black Horse Iron Cavalry in heavy armor stepped forward, expressionless, and gestured for them to move.

The guards' movements were stiff, devoid of any courtesy.

Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart.

The situation dictated the terms; he had come to this banquet to preserve his sect, not to play the hero.

Yu Yuanzhen let out a cold snort and strode toward the designated seat on the periphery.

Yu Xiaogang followed behind, gritting his teeth, his eyes still glaring resentfully at the high platform.

As soon as they sat down, Yu Yuanzhen glared viciously at Yu Xiaogang and warned him in a low voice.

"Contain yourself!"

"If you look at him like that again and bring disaster upon us, I won't wait for him to act—I'll cripple you myself."

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head in frustration, biting his lip until blood seeped out.

The surrounding guests took in the entire scene, whispering to one another.

A city lord with a goatee lowered his voice, his tone filled with shock.

"To treat even the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan with such cold neglect—isn't this Prince Wuyang a bit too arrogant?"

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is one of the Upper Three Sects, yet they weren't even given a seat at the main table."

A clan head nearby quickly pulled him back, casting a terrified glance at the iron cavalry standing guard around them.

"Keep your voice down! Do you have a death wish?"

"Even the Star Luo Empire was forced to cede territory and sue for peace after he wiped out hundreds of thousands of their troops."

"He holds a real butcher's blade in his hands; he doesn't care about the prestige of any sect."

Although everyone present felt deeply displeased by Tang Yu's dismissive attitude, no one dared to provoke him under the pressure of his fearsome reputation and the stern military formation surrounding them.

Everyone could only swallow their dissatisfaction and obediently put on a mask of submission.

Three rounds of wine had passed.

From outside the plaza, the master of ceremonies' high-pitched, resonant announcement rang out once more.

"Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi, arrives!"

"Accompanied by Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong!"

As these words were shouted, the atmosphere of the entire plaza shifted instantly.

The guests, who had been listless just moments ago, immediately perked up and turned their heads toward the gate.

Many eyes even flickered with irrepressible excitement.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was the wealthiest sect in the world and the most prominent among the Upper Three Sects.

Not only did they have Ning Fengzhi, known as the world's greatest support, but they also possessed two peak powerhouses in Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

A sect elder couldn't help but rub his hands together, muttering under his breath.

"Now we're going to see a good show."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has unfathomable foundations and immense strength; even the Heaven Dou royal family treats them with courtesy."

"No matter how arrogant Prince Wuyang is, he can't possibly make Ning Fengzhi sit on the sidelines, can he?"

Another city lord nodded, his face full of anticipation.

"Naturally. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will surely not submit to such overbearing conduct."

"If Tang Yu dares to put on airs, once those two Title Douluo get angry, this banquet won't be ending so easily."

Everyone secretly hoped to see the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect suppress Tang Yu's arrogance on their behalf.

Even Xue Qinghe, sitting to the side of the high platform, set down his teacup and looked toward the gate with great interest.