Yu Xiaogang Backed Down, His Dignity Utterly Lost!

Tang Yu's tone was indifferent, as if he were merely discussing the weather.

"Perhaps you are all thinking that as long as the sects of the world unite, or as long as you have stronger forces backing you, you can force me to concede."

"Be it the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Heaven Dou Empire, or even Martial Soul Hall."

"Do you truly believe that by brandishing these names, you can make me show some restraint?"

Tang Yu stood with his hands behind his back, glancing at the wind flags rolling in the distance.

"I will make my stance clear here today."

"Whether it be the great sects of the world or Martial Soul Hall."

"I do not go looking for trouble, but I have never feared it either."

"There is only one rule, so listen closely."

Tang Yu swept his gaze across the crowd, his profound eyes stinging everyone into lowering their heads.

"Whoever finds me displeasing is welcome to bring out whatever trump cards or backers you take such pride in."

"I will take them all on."

"But if anyone dares to provoke me or attempts to block my path—"

He pointed a finger at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground.

"—even if you are the King of Heaven himself, I will make you pay the price with interest."

"This person today is merely an appetizer."

"If anyone wants to be the next, feel free to try."

The pungent scent of blood permeated the air, drifting on the breeze into everyone's nostrils.

Those representatives of various factions who had initially been watching with a spectator's mindset now turned pale, their breathing subconsciously shallowing.

Looking at that shocking pool of dark red blood on the ground, they felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of their feet to their scalps.

It was too ruthless.

Truly too ruthless.

That was Yu Xiaogang, after all.

Although he was a waste who could never break through as a Soul Grand Master, he was still the former young master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and a world-renowned master of theory.

Yet, in front of this Prince Wuyang, he was like an ant that could be crushed at will.

He struck when he wanted, and crippled when he pleased.

Without any hesitation or regard for consequences.

Below the high platform, several sect leaders from mid-tier sects exchanged glances, seeing endless terror in each other's eyes.

They quietly shrank back, attempting to hide themselves behind the crowd.

At this moment, a powerful thought rose in everyone's hearts.

That was, in this world, one would rather provoke those long-established Super Douluo than ever provoke this young man on the high platform.

If you provoke a Super Douluo, you might still be able to beg for a sliver of survival by relying on the face of your sect.

But if you provoke Tang Yu, what awaits you is absolute, devastating destruction.

The man simply did not care for the rules of the continent, nor did he care for the bigger picture.

Those who follow me shall prosper; those who oppose me shall perish.

This was the code of conduct for Prince Wuyang, Tang Yu.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang, lying on the cold bluestone, was trembling violently.

His entire face was so swollen that his original features were unrecognizable, his skin a strange, bruised purple-black.

Every breath tugged at the wounds in his chest and face, sending waves of bone-piercing, heart-wrenching pain.

This agony was enough to make him lose consciousness.

What he found even harder to accept was the strange sensation in his mouth.

He tried to lick it with his tongue, but only encountered a mouthful of blood and broken, loose tooth roots.

His molars had been brutally knocked out by those two armored cavalry soldiers.

"Mmph... ugh..."

A weak whimper escaped Yu Xiaogang's throat.

His right hand clawed at the cracks in the stone floor; due to the excessive force, his fingernails cracked and bled.

Extreme pain and humiliation burned like a wildfire in his chest.

The only eye he could open was filled with a venomous light.

He hated.

He hated Tang Yu's brutality, and he hated the heartlessness of those armored cavalry soldiers.

He hated Yu Yuanzhen even more, who sat in his seat not far away without even sparing him a glance.

"Why... why treat me like this..."

He screamed frantically in his heart.

He felt he had done nothing wrong.

He was merely upholding justice in the spirit master world, simply speaking a word of fairness.

Why would these high and mighty powerhouses allow a tyrant like Tang Yu to do whatever he pleased on the continent?

Could it be that this world truly had no justice left to speak of?

Just when everyone thought Yu Xiaogang would pass out or be carried away, the blood-soaked man on the ground suddenly moved.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, using the last of his strength to slowly prop up his body.

His arms trembled incessantly, nearly collapsing several times.

Yet, he persisted.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang actually stood up, swaying unsteadily.

His robes were soaked through with blood and mud, clinging to his body and making him look exceptionally wretched.

But he no longer roared, nor did he display that look of righteous indignation from before.

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, dragging his heavy feet, and shuffled step by step toward the high platform.

With every step, a clear bloodstain was left on the ground.

He stopped at a distance of about ten paces from the base of the platform.

Then.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone.

Yu Xiaogang slowly bent his spine, which he had always prided as noble.

He cupped his hands and bowed deeply to Tang Yu on the high platform.

Because his face was swollen, his voice became strange, hoarse, and even somewhat slurred.

"Your... Your Highness Prince Wuyang..."

"Just now... it was Xiaogang who was rude and offended your majesty."

"Xiaogang... is here to apologize to you."

As these words were spoken.

A stifled gasp erupted across the previously silent square.

Ning Fengzhi's eyelids twitched wildly, his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang filled with complexity.

He never expected that Yu Xiaogang, who was usually so arrogant and regarded his reputation as his life, would actually bow his head and admit his mistake in public to the enemy who had broken his bones.

Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin wore an expression of utter contempt.

Such a person lacked even the most basic backbone of a spirit master.

After being beaten, he immediately crawled over to beg for mercy.

It was a complete disgrace to all spirit masters.

Yu Yuanzhen still kept his eyes closed, but his body trembled slightly.

He felt that his old face had been completely shamed by this rebellious son today.

On the high platform.

Xue Qinghe looked at the bowing Yu Xiaogang, the disgust in his eyes deepening.

"Weren't you quite tough just a moment ago?"

"Why are you wagging your tail like a pug now?"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's body shuddered violently.

He took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain in his face, and raised his head once more.

Although he looked miserable, his right eye flickered with a near-maniacal persistence.

"Your Highness... Xiaogang knows his strength is weak, no more than a drop in the ocean before your million-strong army."

"Therefore, Xiaogang apologizes for his earlier recklessness."

"However..."