A Slap Sends Yu Xiaogang Flying! Clown!

Seeing everyone looking at him, Yu Xiaogang felt that his words must have surely touched the defensive lines deep within their hearts.

He turned abruptly to face Tang Yu on the high platform, chin tilted upward like a judge issuing a decree.

"Tang Yu, if you still wish to maintain a foothold on this Douluo Continent, you must pull back from the brink immediately!"

"I demand that you disband this Black Horse Iron Cavalry that plagues the common people at once!"

"Relinquish your fiefdom in the Northwest Three Provinces and return power to the Heaven Dou and Star Luo empires!"

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, his tone dripping with a compassionate arrogance.

"At the same time, you must publicly apologize to all factions across the world and provide resources to resolve your various grievances."

"Only in this way can you wash away your sins and receive the world's forgiveness."

"This is the only path to survival left for you!"

In the vast plaza, there was not even the sound of the wind.

No one echoed Yu Xiaogang's impassioned speech, and certainly no one stood up to wave flags and shout in his support.

All the guests sat quietly in their seats.

There wasn't even anyone whispering to their neighbor.

Pairs of eyes were fixed squarely on Yu Xiaogang.

In those gazes, there was no admiration, nor any awakened fervor.

They were all looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Even Ning Fengzhi had gifted half his sect's treasury, and even Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had knelt; what right did a piece of trash who wasn't even a Soul Elder have to point fingers and dictate the state of the world here?

A sect master sitting nearby truly couldn't help himself; he covered his face with his sleeve and muttered in a low voice.

"Has this man's brain been caught in a door?"

The person next to him quickly shot him a look, shrinking back in fear.

"Don't engage, stay away from him, lest his blood splatter on us in a moment."

Seeing the avoidant gazes of those around him, a intense sense of frustration welled up in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

How could these people be so ignorant!

They were truly beyond saving!

Among this crowd of fearful and trembling guests, no one noticed a nondescript corner on the outermost edge of the plaza.

There sat a dilapidated little wooden table, reserved for those low-ranking vassal forces.

A burly man draped in a large, tattered cloak leaned lazily against the back of his chair.

Tang Hao held a bowl of inferior wine, the rough ceramic bowl obscuring most of his face.

In the shadows beneath his hood, Tang Hao's eyes were watching the movements on the high platform with great interest.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's righteous rhetoric, Tang Hao's mouth twitched, revealing a sneer.

Interesting.

Truly a fine show.

Tang Hao drained the wine in the ceramic bowl in one gulp and casually grabbed a piece of roasted meat from the table, chewing it vigorously.

He was in no hurry at all.

He had come today to gather intelligence, after all; seeing the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan suffer internal strife was just a bonus.

Tang Hao also wanted to see how that fellow, who was suspected to be his own biological son, would handle this clown.

Facing Yu Xiaogang's incessant demands, Tang Yu, sitting on the main seat of the high platform, didn't even lift an eyelid.

Tang Yu simply leaned back against the wide chair covered in soft animal fur, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically against the armrest.

It was an attitude that treated the man below as if he were not a living being at all.

Tang Yu did not move, but Xue Qinghe, standing to the side, could no longer watch.

Xue Qinghe flipped the hem of his brocade robe and walked down the bluestone steps one by one.

With every step he took, his aura grew sharper.

The crowd parted involuntarily, clearing a wide path for the Heaven Dou crown prince.

Xue Qinghe walked straight up to Yu Xiaogang and stopped.

With less than three feet between them, Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up this man who didn't know the meaning of death.

"The continent's number one master of theory?"

Xue Qinghe repeated the title softly, his tone filled with naked mockery.

"You are nothing but a piece of trash who cannot even break through to level thirty."

"A wretch who can't even defeat an ordinary Soul Elder dares to spout such nonsense here!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Yu Xiaogang was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; the color drained from his face in an instant.

Being unable to break through level thirty was the greatest pain of his life, and the scar he least wanted anyone to touch upon.

"You..."

Yu Xiaogang just wanted to open his mouth to retort.

Xue Qinghe didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

She suddenly raised her right hand, swinging it in a full semicircle through the air.

SLAP!

A crisp, resounding sound of a slap exploded across the plaza.

This strike from Xue Qinghe landed solidly on Yu Xiaogang's left cheek.

How could Yu Xiaogang's pathetic cultivation possibly withstand such force?

His entire body was spun half a circle on the spot, staggering back several steps before finally collapsing onto the ground on his backside.

Yu Xiaogang's left cheek swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye, with five clear red finger marks imprinted upon it.

He only felt a buzzing in his brain, his ears filled with a sharp, high-pitched ringing.

Bright red blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.

Yu Xiaogang wiped the blood from his mouth haphazardly with the back of his hand and looked up, glaring at Xue Qinghe.

Those bloodshot eyes revealed a near-maniacal obsession.

He struggled to climb up from the ground, not even bothering to brush the dust off his clothes.

"So what if you hit me?"

Yu Xiaogang stiffened his neck, roaring at Xue Qinghe with a hoarse voice.

"So what if your strength is high?"

"Is it only those with big fists who are allowed to speak in this world?"

"Just because you are strong, does that mean you can bully others and oppress them at will!"

"Although my cultivation is not high, I am full of learning and possess the most core truths of this world!"

"You use force to oppress others, and you will eventually face divine retribution!"

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to continue his unreasonable clamor.

A very slight sound suddenly came from the high platform.

It was the sound of fingers tapping on an armrest and then stopping.

Immediately following, a cold snort exploded in everyone's ears.

The sound of this snort was not loud, yet it felt as if it were striking everyone's heart.

The crowd, who had been watching the show, suddenly felt their blood surging in their chests; some with weaker cultivation even felt a sweetness in their throats and nearly spat out blood.

On the high platform, Tang Yu finally sat up straight.

He looked down from above, his gaze passing over Xue Qinghe and Yu Xiaogang to lock onto Yu Yuanzhen, who was sitting at the very back of the crowd.

There was no superfluous nonsense.

Tang Yu looked at Yu Yuanzhen and slowly spat out a few words.

"Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, do you wish to be my enemy?"

This understated question contained a murderous intent that made one's scalp tingle.

The moment they heard these words, the Black Horse Iron Cavalry standing guard all around stepped forward in unison.

Their heavy combat boots struck the bluestone floor, emitting a thunderous boom.

Ten thousand long blades were drawn half an inch from their scabbards simultaneously, the blinding cold light connecting into a single sheet as a stern, killing aura locked down the entire plaza like a physical force.