Are You Crazy? Going to Spirit Hall Tomorrow to Demand Someone?!

The reporting disciple's hoarse, tear-choked scream echoed through the hall again and again.

Every elder froze in place. Even Liu Erlong, who had just been restrained, forgot to struggle.

Yu Yuanzhen was slow to react, as though he had not yet fully grasped the meaning behind those words.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

"What did you say?!"

Boom!

A thunderous roar burst from Yu Yuanzhen's throat!

Like a powder keg set alight, he shot up from his chair!

His terrifying dragon's might no longer held anything back. Like a tangible shockwave, it swept through the entire council hall!

This time, it was not the tables that shattered.

It was the floor tiles beneath his feet!

Crack!

With him at the center, the tiles split apart in spiderweb-like fractures!

"They're all dead?!"

Yu Yuanzhen's burly body trembled violently with uncontrollable fury. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the disciple on the ground, who was nearly scared senseless.

"Three Soul Sages! Thirty high-ranking Soul Kings! You're saying they... they're all dead?!"

Every word reeked of blood, as though it had been ground out from between his teeth.

Those were Soul Sages!

How many Soul Sages were there in all of Douluo Continent?

They were core pillars of strength that any clan could rely on!

Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had to spend considerable resources and time to cultivate a single Soul Sage!

Yet this time, they had lost three at once!

And those thirty high-ranking Soul Kings!

They were the clan's future! They were guaranteed Soul Emperors, with some even having the potential to challenge the rank of Soul Sage!

This was practically carving flesh off their bones.

Yu Yuanzhen was so enraged that his vision darkened. His chest ached fiercely, and he nearly spat out