Yu Xiaogang tremblingly handed over the book, his hand shaking like a leaf.
Yu Yuanzhen took the book, his eyes fixed on the words inside. The more he read, the more alarmed he became, and the more lingering fear filled his heart.
He had originally thought that the Golden-haired Lion Mastiff was merely a relatively powerful Soul Beast. He had never expected it to be a Primordial Fierce Beast.
A hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast could not be challenged below Level Ninety-Nine?
Then wouldn't he, a Level Ninety-Three Titled Douluo, be as fragile as paper before it?
Yu Yuanzhen's expression grew increasingly awful, as though he were swallowing bitter medicine.
He had originally wanted revenge, but now it seemed that the other side had already shown mercy by not beating him to death.
Xuan Xiao: No, really, it wasn't. I truly didn't tell it to hold back. It was simply because it had just come out of my body, so that slap hadn't even had any strength behind it.
Seeing Yu Yuanzhen like that, Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat. He cautiously asked,
"Father, then... are we still taking revenge?"
Yu Yuanzhen glared fiercely at him, his eyes like those of a raging fire-breathing tyrannosaur.
"Revenge? What revenge? If you want to die, don't drag the entire clan down with you!"
Yu Xiaogang shrank his neck, looking like a startled quail.
Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath.
"Pass down the order. From today onward, no one in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is to provoke that youth named Xuan Xiao. If you see him, take a detour!"
Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.
He gritted his teeth, straightened up, and turned to leave without the slightest hesitation.
Yu Yuanzhen watched Yu Xiaogang's retreating back without