Are You Crazy? Going to Spirit Hall Tomorrow to Demand Someone?!
The messenger's tearful roar echoed repeatedly in the hall.
All the elders froze in their tracks, even Liu Erlong, who had just been restrained, forgot to struggle.
Yu Yuanzhen slowly, seemingly not yet fully understanding the meaning behind those words.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
"What did you say?!"
Boom!
A thunderous roar erupted from Yu Yuanzhen's throat!
He sprang up from his chair like a powder keg that had been ignited!
The terrifying dragon's might was unleashed without restraint, and like a tangible shockwave, it swept through the entire council hall!
This time, it wasn't the table that shattered.
It was the floor tiles beneath his feet!
Click!
The floor tiles cracked like a spiderweb around him!
"They're all dead?!"
Yu Yuanzhen's burly body trembled violently with uncontrollable rage. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the disciple on the ground who was about to wet himself in fear.
"Three Soul Saint! Thirty high-level Soul King! You're saying they... are all dead?!"
Every word reeked of blood, as if it had been ground out from between teeth.
That's Soul Saint!
How many Soul Saints are there in the entire Douluo Continent?
That's a backbone force that any sect could easily rely on!
Even for their Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, cultivating a Soul Saint requires a considerable amount of resources and time!
This time, three were gone!
And those thirty high-level Soul King!
Those are the future of the sect! They are destined to become Soul Emperors, and some even have the potential to reach the Soul Saint level!
This wave is practically a bloodbath.
Yu Yuanzhen that his vision blurred, his chest ached terribly, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
However, before he could ask any further questions...
"Ah--!"
A scream.
Liu Erlong suddenly broke free from the two guards' grip and pounced on the disciple like a mad lioness.
She gripped her disciple's collar tightly with both hands and shook him violently with all her might.
"Where's Yu Xiaogang?! Tell me! How is my Yu Xiaogang?! Is he alright?!"
In her eyes, there was no loss to the sect, no death of fellow disciples.
Only Yu Xiaogang!
The disciple was shaken so badly he felt like his neck was about to snap.
His eyes were seeing stars, and he managed to squeeze out a few words with all his might.
"I... I didn't see... Yu Xiaogang's body..."
"We... we only saw an empty prison van..."
"He... he might have been taken away by the attackers... or... he might have run away on his own..."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Liu Erlong's frantic shaking abruptly stopped.
Her hands, which were gripping her disciple's collar, loosened weakly.
He felt as if all his strength had been drained away; his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
On that face, which was etched with madness and despair, a hint of relief, as if he had survived a catastrophe, appeared.
"He's not dead..."
"Thank goodness... Yu Xiaogang isn't dead..."
Seeing Liu Erlong's behavior, Yu Yuanzhen was furious.
What time is it?!
Despite the sect suffering such a devastating blow, she's still concerned about that good-for-nothing!
"Get out of here! It's disgusting to look at!"
Yu Yuanzhen his hand from a distance, and an invisible Soul Power directly swatted Liu Erlong, who was slumped on the ground, aside, as if he were shooing away a fly.
He couldn't be bothered to look at this love-struck fool again. His crimson gaze locked onto the disciple once more, his voice icy cold and devoid of any warmth.
"Has anyone found out who did it?"
The disciple trembled with fear at the sect leader's gaze, shaking his head vigorously.
"I... I don't know..."
"At the scene... the brothers there were all pierced through the body by many small, sharp weapons..."
At this point, his voice trembled with fear.
"And... and they were all killed with a single blow! Not one... showed any sign of resistance!"
"A sharp weapon?"
Yu Yuanzhen for a moment.
He stared intently at his disciple on the ground, who was trembling like a leaf, and repeated each word carefully.
"Many... small, sharp weapons?"
The council chamber was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All the elders held their breath; the air felt heavy, like lead, making it hard to breathe.
One fatal blow.
There was no sign of resistance.
The three Soul Saints and thirty Soul King were like a bunch of wheat being harvested at will, unable to even make a sound of struggle.
What terrifying power this is!
What kind of domineering methods are these?
Yu Yuanzhen's mind raced, and countless figures flashed through his bloodshot dragon eyes, which were filled with rage.
There are very few people on the entire continent who can do this.
Moreover, they are countless tiny, sharp weapons...
This feature is too obvious.
A seductive figure and a face with a playful smile appeared in his mind without warning.
Yu Yuanzhen's pupils suddenly contracted to a dangerous pinpoint.
His jaw clenched so tightly it made a grinding sound, and every word seemed to be laced with the smell of blood, as if it were being ground out from deep between his teeth.
"Golden Stamens Flowing Rosy Clouds..."
"Chrysanthemum... Douluo!"
Trap!
This is a complete trap!
That bitch deliberately revealed the escort route, precisely because she knew he would send someone to rescue that unfilial son!
Then, she had Chrysanthemum Douluo follow behind, like a patient hunter, waiting for their people to run headlong into the trap she had already set!
Kill them!
Weaken the power of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!
How ruthless!
So poisonous!
Yu Yuanzhen, the dignified leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of the Upper Three Sects, was actually being manipulated by a woman like a fool!
He personally sent one of the sect's elite forces into a grave that the enemy had already dug!
Shame!
This is an unprecedented and utterly humiliating disgrace!
"The Spirit Hall!"
A beast-like growl escaped Yu Yuanzhen's throat as lightning surged around him, and he turned to rush out.
"I'm storming the Pope Palace right now and killing that bitch!"
"Big Brother!"
Yu Luomian's figure instantly blocked his way.
"If you go now, you'll be playing right into her hands!"
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot as he shoved his younger brother away.
"Get out of here!"
"So many people from our sect have died! How can you expect me to stay calm!?"
"What about the rest of us?" Yu Luomian advanced instead of retreating, blocking his path firmly, her voice suddenly rising.
"The news of the deaths of thirty-three Soul Master will soon spread throughout the entire sect! Morale will plummet! Are you trying to make our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan expelled from the Upper Three Sects today by rushing to the Spirit Hall to fight Bibi Dong at this time?!"
Yu Luomian's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over her head.
Yu Yuanzhen's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.
His burly body heaved violently, the rage burning in his chest making his internal organs ache.
"So you mean I should just swallow this anger and pretend nothing happened?!" He turned his head and stared intently at Yu Luomian.
"Tolerate? Of course we can't tolerate it."
Yu Luomian's gaze was equally cold, but more composed than Yu Yuanzhen's.
"But revenge requires using your brain."
He said slowly, "Tomorrow, we'll go to the Spirit Hall."
"What are you going there for?" Yu Yuanzhen sneered. "To beg Bibi Dong to show leniency?"
"No."
Yu Luomian shook her head.
"Let's go and demand Yu Xiaogang from her in front of everyone. Bring him back."
Yu Yuanzhen was taken aback, then burst into laughter in anger.
"Want him back? After the deaths of over thirty elite members of various sects, do I really have to swallow my pride and go to that bitch to get back the rebellious son she so disdains?"
"Yu Luomian, are you insane?!"
"Big Brother, it's not you who should go."
Yu Luomian looked directly into Yu Yuanzhen's eyes and said, word by word.
"Wow!"