"That was Ning Fengzhi!"
"You're Tang Wulin. You killed him!"
Unable to control the Soul Power and Martial Soul within his body, Yu Yuanzhen had ultimately run all the way to Heaven Dou Royal Academy. He immediately recognized Ning Fengzhi's body on the field and the head rolling off to one side.
Even when Yu Yuanzhen looked at Ning Fengzhi's corpse, his face still showed an expression of disbelief.
Although he was deeply dissatisfied and even looked down somewhat on Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen had to admit that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's strength was indeed somewhat greater than that of the current Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
There was even a saying on the continent: When sword and bone crossed paths and the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect appeared, what shone would be the light of invincibility!
Although Yu Yuanzhen felt that this praise was somewhat exaggerated, it still showed from another angle that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was truly powerful.
Yet the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had actually been killed outright.
As a master of one of the Upper Three Sects, Yu Yuanzhen knew Ning Fengzhi fairly well. He knew that every time Ning Fengzhi left the sect, he would bring at least one Titled Douluo to protect his safety.
Now that Ning Fengzhi had been killed, didn't that mean—
Yu Yuanzhen's gaze suddenly sharpened and landed on a pile of minced flesh. His heartbeat even seemed to stop for a moment.
This was...
"Yu Yuanzhen, I didn't expect you to come too!"
"Are you planning to avenge your grandson?"
Tang Wulin had never been a good person. If Yu Yuanzhen really intended to attack, he would thrust out the Golden Dragon Spear in an instant.
Hearing Tang