Liu Erlong: If I Can't Have Yu Xiaogang, Neither Can You!

Spirit Hall?

Yu Luomian's expression instantly darkened, his eyes filled with suspicion.

He stared at Liu Erlong and demanded in a low voice, "Erlong, are you sure?"

This was no small matter.

Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and Spirit Hall had been openly and covertly fighting for years, both sides had maintained a delicate balance and had never brought their conflict into the open.

Sending people to attack the other's clan and emptying out its treasury was no mere provocation.

It was tantamount to tearing off all pretenses and declaring all-out war!

Had Spirit Hall truly gone mad? Weren't they afraid that the Upper Three Sects would unite completely and fight to the death?

"I'm sure!"

Liu Erlong suddenly raised her head. Her pretty face twisted with extreme hatred, and her voice turned sharp and piercing.

"Absolutely! When we went to Spirit City last time, it was that woman! The woman in the purple gown with that voluptuous figure! She even slapped me in public!"

She pointed at her cheek, which was still somewhat red and swollen, the hatred in her eyes nearly becoming tangible.

"The woman who robbed our treasury was her!"

At those words, the last trace of doubt on Yu Luomian's face vanished.

A chilling cold rose from the depths of his heart.

Spirit Hall... could they truly have prepared themselves to become enemies of the entire world?

Looking at the devastated state of the clan, recalling the dazed look on his elder brother Yu Yuanzhen's face, a towering rage surged through his heart once more.

Good!

What a Spirit Hall!

What a Bibi Dong!

They had gone too far!

"This matter is no trivial matter."

Yu Luomian's face was so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water. He forcibly suppressed the urge to charge