Yu Xiaogang the Clown, Tang Yu Easily Handles Him!

The battle flags at the edge of the plaza snapped violently in the wake of this aura, while the countless Black Horse Iron Cavalry drew their blades in perfect unison.

The friction of metal against metal sent birds scattering into the distance.

Every guest felt as if a thousand-pound boulder were pressing down on their chest, making even the simple act of breathing an arduous task.

The weaker city lords slumped in their chairs, trembling uncontrollably.

Tang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, walking to the edge of the high platform.

He looked down upon the leaders of the various factions seated at the hundreds of tables below, his expression cold to the extreme.

Wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes for even a fraction of a second.

"I am very pleased that you all could attend this banquet today."

Tang Yu's voice was not loud, yet it rang clearly in every person's mind.

"Since you have come, as long as you follow my rules on this continent, you will live very well."

He paused, a flash of chilling killing intent crossing his eyes.

"However."

"Those who did not come today—their sects, their families, down to every blade of grass they tend."

"I will keep them all in mind."

"Soon, these names will no longer exist on the Douluo Continent."

As these words fell, the temperature of the entire venue plummeted as if it had plunged into an ice cellar.

Everyone felt a surge of intense fear and hair-raising dread.

No one doubted that Tang Yu was joking.

Many sect masters who had been hesitant before coming were now frantically rejoicing in their hearts.

It was a good thing they had bitten the bullet and come!

Even if they had to offer up most of their wealth, even if they had to sit on the sidelines and act like subordinates.

At least their lives were saved!

If they had stayed away for the sake of pride, by tomorrow, their entire families would have been trampled into pulp by the Black Horse Iron Cavalry.

Just as the entire plaza fell into a deathly silence, the atmosphere stifling to the breaking point, Yu Xiaogang suddenly stood up, his entire body trembling.

His eyes were bloodshot, his hands gripped the edge of the table, and his chest heaved violently.

Watching everyone grovel before Tang Yu, watching Ning Fengzhi kneeling on the ground like a dog.

The sense of self-righteousness he held so dear, combined with the jealousy of having everything stripped away, shattered his last line of reason.

"Tang Yu!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed a finger sharply at the high platform, his voice becoming shrill and hoarse with rage.

"You are far too tyrannical!"

"Relying on your cultivation and military power to force the world's factions into submission, and even threatening to slaughter those who refuse to yield!"

"To act so perversely and treat human life like grass—you are nothing but a heartless demon!"

Yu Xiaogang's roar echoed across the vast plaza of the Blue Silver King estate.

A deathly silence descended.

The guests, who hadn't even dared to breathe loudly a moment ago, now stared at Yu Xiaogang with wide eyes, as if looking at a monster.

Even a figure as experienced as Ning Fengzhi was stunned, his mouth slightly agape.

The heads of the noble families sitting next to Yu Xiaogang scrambled away to either side as if fleeing a plague, terrified of being associated with him in the slightest.

Yu Xiaogang stood alone in the center, his chest heaving from his recent outburst.

At the seats to the side of the high platform, the hand Xue Qinghe used to hold her teacup froze in mid-air.

She slowly set the exquisite white porcelain cup down on the mahogany table, producing a crisp clinking sound.

Then, Xue Qinghe slowly stood up.

Dressed in a luxurious crown prince's brocade robe and wearing a golden crown, her gaze swept over the layers of guests and landed directly on Yu Xiaogang.

"Who are you, to be so bold."

Xue Qinghe's voice was not loud, but it carried the majesty of a ruler, ringing out with absolute clarity across the silent plaza.

Her intervention immediately drew the attention of the entire crowd.

The Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire stepping forward at this moment carried an obvious implication.

He was standing up for Prince Wuyang.

Upon hearing the challenge, Yu Xiaogang did not retreat in the slightest; instead, he lifted his chin even higher.

He met Xue Qinghe's gaze, hands clasped behind his back, striking the pose of a detached and lofty master.

"The continent's number one theoretical master, Yu Xiaogang."

These words were spat from his mouth, landing with a resounding thud.

Yu Xiaogang felt that announcing his name before the gathered heroes of the world would surely cause a sensation.

After all, the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul he had researched over these years were peerless theories capable of changing the landscape of the Spirit Master world.

Today, in front of so many people, he would use his wisdom and courage to show the world what it meant to be unyielding in the face of power.

Sitting in a corner at the back, Yu Yuanzhen had just swallowed a mouthful of bitter wine when he heard this, nearly choking to death.

He whipped his head around, staring at that straight-standing back, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

Yu Yuanzhen gripped the armrests of his chair so tightly that his fingernails sank deep into the wood, and the veins on his forehead bulged one by one.

Has this beast lost his mind!

In an occasion where even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had to kneel and kowtow, why was he jumping out to play the hero?

Do you have a death wish!

If you want to die, don't drag the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan down with you!

Yu Yuanzhen felt a cold sweat break out across his back, soaking his clothes instantly.

He desperately lowered his voice, hissing at Yu Xiaogang's back.

"Xiaogang! Shut your mouth! Sit down at once!"

"Do you want to get everyone killed!"

Yu Yuanzhen's tone was filled with terror and fury, even carrying a hint of pleading.

Hearing the voice from behind, Yu Xiaogang did not sit down obediently; instead, he turned around and looked down at his father from a position of superiority.

A flash of deep disappointment and disdain crossed his eyes.

"You are too cowardly."

Yu Xiaogang shook his head, his tone filled with the heartache of seeing iron fail to become steel.

"As the Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, you are actually wagging your tail and begging for pity from a mere brat."

"Where is your backbone? Where is the dignity of the sect?"

"Just because he has a few tens of thousands of troops in his hands, you are so scared that you can't even stand up straight?"

Yu Xiaogang pointed a finger at Tang Yu on the high platform, spittle flying.

"Look at your timid appearance now; do you have even a shred of the demeanor of a Super Douluo left?"

"You have completely disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

After reprimanding Yu Yuanzhen, Yu Xiaogang turned back to face the thousands of guests present.

He spread his arms, attempting to use an emotionally charged speech to awaken those who had been cowed by the pressure.

"Everyone!"

"You are all the elites of various factions, the powerful figures of this continent!"

"Are you really going to let him continue to oppress you like this?"

"Today he forces us to bow our heads, tomorrow he will place his butcher's knife against our necks and take everything we have!"

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept across the faces of the sect masters and city lords, his voice growing increasingly impassioned.

"Blind concession will only lead to intensified exploitation!"

"We must learn to resist!"

"As long as all the sects, noble families, and empires of the world unite, what does a mere Prince Wuyang Mansion amount to?"

"Even if Tang Yu had three heads and six arms, could he kill everyone in the world?"

"Stand up! Do not submit to such brutal tyranny!"