Tyrannical Yu Xiaogang, a Puddle of Mud!

"I have spent my life studying spirit master theory, my heart tethered to the common people of this world; how could I ever fear tyranny?"

Yu Xiaogang spread his arms wide, roaring at the high platform, his voice turning shrill as it cracked.

"Tang Yu! Just because you have tens of thousands of troops under your command, you dare to act so lawlessly here!"

"Do you think you can force the world to submit through brute force?"

"You are wrong! Justice will never be crushed by tyranny!"

These words were spoken with such impassioned fervor that Yu Xiaogang was moved by his own performance.

He felt as though he were the only torch lit in the darkness, defending the bottom line of the spirit master world with his very life.

Even if he were to die here today, his name would surely be immortalized, becoming a spiritual totem for all who resist.

Beside the high platform, Xue Qinghe watched this man lost in self-admiration, her brows knitting tightly together.

As the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, she had seen all manner of people.

But a specimen as weak and foolish as Yu Xiaogang, who insisted on putting on such a pretentious display, was a first.

Xue Qinghe sneered, her eyes filled with undisguised disgust.

"Justice?"

"You cannot even protect yourself, yet you have the audacity to prattle on about justice and the common people?"

"You are nothing but a death-defying clown, daring to spout such nonsense in front of Prince Wuyang."

Xue Qinghe had originally intended to leave him a whole corpse, but now she felt that every second this man lived was a pollution of the air.

Without wasting another word on Yu Xiaogang, she turned her gaze toward the guards below the platform.

"Guards."

"Slap his mouth."

"Beat him until that foul mouth of his can no longer spit out a single word."

No sooner had Xue Qinghe finished speaking than two Black Horse Iron Cavalry soldiers standing on either side of the plaza stepped forward.

The two soldiers were clad in heavy armor, their physiques hulking, their footsteps causing the bluestone floor to thud with every stride.

Seeing these tower-like giants marching toward him, panic finally rose in Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"What do you want to do!"

"In broad daylight, you dare to commit violence in public!"

Yu Xiaogang shouted while scrambling to summon his spirit, Luo Sanpao.

A small, purple pig resembling a common mutt appeared at his feet, huffing and puffing, looking entirely devoid of lethality.

Facing the charging Black Horse Iron Cavalry soldiers, Yu Xiaogang let out a roar, preparing to unleash a spirit skill.

One soldier didn't even glance at Luo Sanpao, instead delivering a flying kick that sent the spirit dissipating into a puff of purple mist.

Immediately following, a calloused hand clamped firmly around Yu Xiaogang's throat.

Like a duck caught by the neck, Yu Xiaogang's feet left the ground, his face turning a deep, suffocating red.

They gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The other soldier stepped forward, swung his arm in a wide arc, and delivered a vicious slap to Yu Xiaogang's face.

Smack!

The blow was heavy and forceful, utilizing no spirit power at all, relying entirely on raw physical strength.

The right side of Yu Xiaogang's face caved in, and several molars flecked with blood flew from his mouth.

His head was whipped violently to the side by the immense force, his neck emitting a crisp sound of cracking bone.

"Ah—"

A shrill, miserable scream instantly tore through the deathly silence hanging over the plaza.

But the soldier had no intention of stopping; he backhanded Yu Xiaogang with another heavy slap to his left cheek.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The crisp sound of slaps echoed across the Blue Silver King Mansion plaza like a string of firecrackers.

The Black Horse Iron Cavalry soldiers struck with brutal force, every blow aimed to kill.

Yu Xiaogang's meager cultivation was less than a layer of window paper in the face of such pure violence.

After a few strikes, his nasal bone shattered, and blood dripped steadily from his chin onto the heavy armor.

His face, once so righteous and awe-inspiring, was now a bloody mess, unrecognizable as human.

His screams grew weaker, eventually fading into intermittent whimpers and the sound of gasping for air.

Blood splattered onto the surrounding bluestone, a shocking and gruesome sight.

Throughout the entire ordeal, Tang Yu remained reclined in the main seat on the high platform.

He rested his chin on one hand, while the other toyed with a jade thumb ring on the table.

Those deep eyes held no ripples, merely watching the events unfolding below in silence.

He neither intervened nor displayed even a hint of satisfaction.

That indifference, which treated human life as nothing more than blades of grass, sent a chill through the representatives of the various factions gathered below.

Sitting in the corner, Yu Yuanzhen kept his eyes closed, his hands digging into his thighs until they were dripping with blood.

Listening to the agonizing screams of his own flesh and blood, this Super Douluo did not even dare to turn his head.

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi's face was also deathly pale, and he silently averted his gaze.

No one present was a fool.

Watching Yu Xiaogang being beaten publicly, everyone knew exactly what this meant.

This was no mere lesson for a trash-talking waste.

This was clearly killing the chicken to scare the monkey!

Tang Yu was using this most primitive and brutal method to tell every sect and noble family in the world:

To dare to clamor before the Wuyang Marquis Mansion, to dare to provoke his majesty.

This is the end.

It matters not what your status once was, nor what powers stand behind you.

Once you provoke him, you will be trampled underfoot like a dead dog, denied even the chance to beg for mercy.

This silent deterrence was more effective than any harsh words.

The atmosphere in the plaza was stifling to the extreme; no one dared to even draw a full breath.

They feared that the slightest movement would invite the slaughtering blades of the Black Horse Iron Cavalry.

After an unknown number of blows, Yu Xiaogang had become a puddle of mud.

His hands hung limply at his sides, his eyes rolled back, and he lacked even the strength to cry out in pain.

His entire face was swollen like a pig's head, gasping for air, on the verge of death at any moment.

Just as one of the soldiers raised his arm again, ready to finish off this piece of trash, a calm voice finally drifted down from the high platform.

"That is enough."

The two words were not loud, yet they instantly echoed across the deathly silent plaza.

The two murderous soldiers froze as if a stop button had been pressed.

Their raised arms retracted instantly, and the hand gripping Yu Xiaogang's throat released him.

Thud.

The dying Yu Xiaogang hit the stone floor like a torn sack, splashing a pool of blood.

The two soldiers did not even glance at the bloody mess on the ground, turning in perfect unison to retreat back into their ranks.

Tang Yu slowly released the jade thumb ring in his hand and pressed his palms against the armrests of his chair.

He rose slowly to his feet.

As he stood, a heavy sense of oppression instantly blanketed the entire plaza.

The guests, already trembling with fear, lowered their heads until they were nearly touching their chests.

Tang Yu stepped forward, stopping at the edge of the high platform, looking down at the dense crowd below from his position of authority.

His gaze swept over the mangled Yu Xiaogang before shifting to Yu Yuanzhen, Ning Fengzhi, and the representatives of the various factions.

"I see that many of you still harbor delusions in your hearts."