The Strongest Misjudgment in History! The Old Dragon King's Mysterious Self-Confidence!

Chrysanthemum Douluo, holding a small flowerpot containing Enlightenment Tea Tree, rolled his Byakugan with a charming and alluring expression.

What do you know?

"That's called... a sense of participation!"

Ghost Douluo listened in a daze, nodding as if he understood, his mouth still stuffed with half a skewer of grilled kidneys, muttering indistinctly.

"Oh... a sense of participation..."

Beside them, Bo Saixi, who was participating in this kind of "after-work team building" for the first time, was feeling rather uncomfortable.

She watched as Ghost Leopard Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo fought over the last skewer of grilled chives in the distance, their faces flushed with rage.

Then look at the woman in the middle of the field, who is sometimes holy and dignified, sometimes evil and arrogant, fighting with herself over who gets the last sausage.

Bo Saixi's worldview is collapsing and then being reshaped in an irreversible way.

So... this is the daily life of the Spirit Hall's higher-ups?

So... so simple and unadorned.

She subconsciously took a bite of the skewer that Qian Daoliu forced on her.

Um...

It smells so good.

At the same time.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The atmosphere inside the sect's council hall was so oppressive it was almost palpable.

Several family elders sat on either side, their faces as gloomy as if their fathers had died.

On the obsidian round table in the center of the hall, there was only one letter.

A letter with gold lettering, sent from Spirit City.

"This is outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

An elder with a fiery temper slammed his hand on the table, his cloudy old eyes burning with fury.

"Openly attempting to assassinate the Pope? Does the Spirit Hall think our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is a fool?!"

"With that piece of trash Yu Xiaogang... cough, with his level 29 Soul Power, let alone assassinating Bibi Dong, he couldn't even assassinate the guards at the Pope Palace!"

Another elder joined in the angry rebuke, his beard trembling with rage.

"This isn't a questioning; this is outright robbery! It's extortion! It's blackmail!"

"What do you mean by 'make appropriate compensation'? Is the Spirit Hall's face made of dragon skin? How can they be so shameless!"

"I think they just want to find a pretext to start a war with us!"

"Let's start a war then! My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has stood on the continent for thousands of years, and we've never been afraid of anyone!"

The entire council hall erupted in chaos.

The elders chimed in with their opinions, some cursing the Spirit Hall for being shameless, others saying that they had colluded with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire to destroy the Spirit Hall.

The crowd was outraged, and the sounds of condemnation and angry shouts were deafening, almost lifting the roof off the hall.

They weren't really worried about what might happen to Yu Xiaogang.

Rather, the arguments in the Spirit Hall's letter were simply too outrageous and too insulting.

This insult is not only to Yu Xiaogang, but also to the intelligence and dignity of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Just as everyone was arguing, a calm yet authoritative voice slowly rang out.

That's enough.

The sound wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all other noise.

The noisy hall immediately fell silent.

All eyes were drawn to the person in the main seat.

There sat a burly, middle-aged man with a resolute face.

He simply sat there quietly, without uttering a word, yet the domineering dragon aura emanating from his top-tier Martial Soul made everyone present feel suffocated.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, current clan leader.

Yu Yuanzhen, a level 95 Power Attack System Title Douluo!

Yu Yuanzhen's gaze slowly swept over each elder present. His deep eyes were calm and still, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

Only when everyone felt uneasy under his gaze and lowered their heads did he slowly withdraw his gaze and focus on the letter on the table.

He extended his broad palm and gently tapped the letter.

"The Spirit Hall..."

He drew out his words, a barely perceptible sneer of contempt and disdain curling at the corner of his mouth.

"It's nothing more than wanting to save face."

Upon hearing this, all the elders were taken aback.

"Sect Master, what do you mean?" an elder asked cautiously.

Yu Yuanzhen picked up the teacup on the table, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and slowly took a sip.

"Pass down the order."

"Just pretend you never received this letter."

"What?"

"Sect Master, this... this won't do!"

"If we ignore it, the Spirit Hall will surely think we're guilty, weak, and easily bullied, and then..."

An elder stood up urgently, wanting to offer some advice.

Yu Yuanzhen merely glanced at him indifferently.

All the elder's words caught in his throat, cold sweat broke out, and he silently sat back down.

Yu Yuanzhen leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

"Do you really think that Bibi Dong would dare to do anything to Yu Xiaogang?"

Of course he knew about his good-for-nothing son's messy affair with Bibi Dong back then.

In his view, the whole thing was not a battle between sects, nor was it a signal of war.

Who is Bibi Dong?

She was just a love-struck fool who almost betrayed the Spirit Hall for Yu Xiaogang.

Even if she is now the Pope, even if she hates Yu Xiaogang for being useless and a good-for-nothing.

But can that deep-seated feeling simply disappear?

In Yu Yuanzhen's view, Bibi Dong is now making such a big fuss, both by publicly exposing her and demanding compensation.

To put it bluntly, it's because they can't save face, they're throwing a tantrum, and they're being stubborn.

She just wanted to scare Yu Xiaogang and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in this way, to get back at them a little.

Will this really ruin Yu Xiaogang's reputation?

Even if she had ten times the courage, she couldn't bring herself to do it!

As long as you act indifferent enough and ignore her, let her perform her own monologue.

Once she calmed down and found it pointless, the matter naturally faded away.

At that time, that kid Yu Xiaogang will at most suffer some physical pain and be locked up for a few days, but he will eventually be released with his tail between his legs.

Thinking of this, a hint of disdain for his good-for-nothing son flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes.

What a useless piece of trash.

Mingdu was dumped, he still had the nerve to go back to her, he completely disgraced the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

Seeing the sect leader's composed and confident demeanor, as if he had already seen through everything, the elders present, though still harboring doubts, dared not say anything more.

After all, the sect leader's judgment has never been wrong.

"Everyone, you can leave now."

Yu Yuanzhen waved his hand impatiently.

"Yes, Sect Master."

The elders bowed and slowly withdrew from the hall.

Soon, only Yu Yuanzhen remained in the empty hall.

He picked up the gold-embossed letter on the table, and with a slight flick of his Soul Power, the letter instantly turned into a handful of ashes.

He gazed out the window, his eyes deep, as if piercing through layers of space to see the woman far away in Spirit City.

"Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong..."

"The so-called Iron-Blooded Pope was ultimately nothing more than a sentimental woman."