Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School

Half a day ago, at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School.

Heavy rain poured outside, accompanied by flashes of lightning from time to time.

The pale lightning made the expressions of the sect elders in the main hall look unpredictable.

On the table in the center of the hall, a mud-stained letter lay quietly.

This was a cry for help sent back by Yu Xiaogang at the cost of his men's lives.

"Going too far, those people from Spirit Hall are simply going too far!"

An elders with a fiery temper slammed his palm hard against the table, making the teacups rattle. His eyes were bloodshot as he shouted,

"Sect Master! In our past lives, Spirit Hall launched a sneak attack and killed how many of our people? With this blood debt of annihilation and hatred deep as the sea, are we just going to swallow this and let it go?"

"Now Yu Xiaogang sent a letter saying Tang San will definitely become a god in the future and wipe out Spirit Hall, leaving none alive. This is a chance given to us by the heavens to take revenge! Fight! We must fight them to the death!"

"Piss off your mother's dog-shit!"

Another slightly older elder immediately jumped out, pointing at the previous elder and cursing loudly,

"Revenge? What are you going to use to take revenge? Are you going to use your head to fight those elders from Spirit Hall?! Do you have any self-awareness about how we were exterminated in our past lives? That was a one-sided slaughter! We didn't even have room to resist!"

The more this elder spoke, the more agitated he became, his voice tinged with deep panic and despair,

"And what fucking Tang San! Yu Xiaogang boasted endlessly in the letter, saying he became the Sea God, became the Asura God, and wiped out Spirit Hall. I'm asking you, did you see it with your own eyes!"

"You don't even understand what kind of person Yu Xiaogang is. He is simply trash!"

The elder grabbed the letter, slammed it onto the ground, and cursed angrily,

"Where was Tang San when our sect was exterminated in the past life? Where was the Clear Sky School? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School! They were all hiding like cowards! Now you want the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School to act as cannon fodder for a god they've never even seen! This old man absolutely disagrees!"

The main hall instantly erupted into chaos, and the pro-war faction and pro-surrender faction argued fiercely.

Roars and curses almost blew the roof off.

"All of you, shut up!"

Yu Yuanzhen, sitting in the main seat, let out a cold snort. The pressure of a ninety-fifth-rank Titled Douluo instantly swept across the entire room, suppressing everyone's voices.

This usually imposing master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School looked extremely conflicted at this moment.

He stared fixedly at the cry for help on the ground, his bloodshot eyes filled with struggle and pain.

On one side was his own biological son, and on the other were the lives of several thousand people in the entire sect. How could he make this choice!

"Grandfather, don't hesitate."

At this moment, a young voice sounded.

Yu Tianheng slowly walked out from the crowd.

"Tianheng..." Yu Yuanzhen's pupils contracted, his voice husky as he looked at his grandson.

Yu Tianheng walked to the center of the hall, bent down to pick up the envelope, and swept his gaze across the elders of the pro-war faction:

"You elders keep saying we should follow Tang San for revenge, even if he truly becomes a god in the future. Then let me ask you all a question: What is Tang San's current strength?"

The main hall instantly fell silent. The elders looked at each other in dismay, and none of them knew.

Yu Tianheng sneered and continued,

"As far as I know, Tang San is only five years old right now and hasn't even awakened his martial soul. And the age at which he becomes a god... is twenty-five."

As soon as these words were spoken, an uproar broke out in the hall.

Yet Yu Tianheng was still going:

"Take a look at what kind of people are still left by his side now? Clear Sky Douluo had one of his arms broken by Spirit Hall and became a cripple! Bone Douluo, famed for having the number one defense in the world, can now only lie in bed waiting to die."

"The Power Clan and Defensive Clan that always protected them have already been uprooted by Spirit Hall, killed down to the last chicken and dog."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was so scared they directly abandoned their dwelling place!"

"By the time Tang San grows up and becomes a god, it will still take a full twenty years!"

"But if we go to war with Spirit Hall right now, how many days can we last?"

"What makes them think the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School should sacrifice several thousand living lives to feed Spirit Hall's sword and fire, just to buy Tang San these nineteen years of development time!"

"Tianheng is right!"

Another tall and straight youth walked out from the crowd.

The twin stars of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, Yu Tianxin.

Yu Tianxin's eyes were red-rimmed as he clenched his fists and glared at the pro-war faction elders:

"In the past life, for the pride of the Upper Three Sects, we stood until the very last person and bled our very last drop of blood!"

"Are we going to do this again in this lifetime? Why should we be cannon fodder for an illusory god? I, Yu Tianxin, will never agree!"

"Cough, cough... Hahahaha..."

At that moment, a miserable laugh suddenly came from the corner of the main hall.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw an unkempt old man tied there with iron chains, covered in blood. His shoulder blades were pierced by two steel hooks, and he slumped on the ground like a pile of mud.

The vice master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School, Liu Erlong's biological father, Yu Luomian.

Everyone was a reincarnator, so how could Yu Yuanzhen not know who opened the gates for Spirit Hall in the past life?

On the very first day of his rebirth, Yu Yuanzhen had personally taken action to cripple this traitor who had brought a wolf into the house.

Coughing up blood, Yu Luomian swept his gaze filled with resentment and fear across the pro-war elders, speaking in a raspy voice,

"Fight? Revenge? Cough, cough... You bunch of idiots! You really haven't learned your lesson even after dying once..."

"Why did this old man act as an insider for Spirit Hall in the past life? Why did I become that universally reviled traitor? Because I knew the true foundation of Spirit Hall far better and more terrifyingly than any of you!"

"They have the Elder Hall and over a dozen Titled Douluo! Crushing us to death is as easy as squashing an ant!"

Yu Luomian laughed somewhat frantically, tears mixing with blood as they streamed down:

"Yu Xiaogang, that piece of trash who couldn't even break through to become a Spirit Elder, now wants to use the lives of our entire sect as a shield for his disciple who hasn't even grown his feathers yet?"

"Hahahaha! Go on, go be cannon fodder for Tang San! This old man will wait on the road to the underworld for you self-righteous idiots to keep me company!"

"Shut up! You ungrateful beast!"

A pro-war elder roared and rushed over, kicking him fiercely in the chest and sending him into a fit of bloody vomiting before he passed out cold.

Yet Yu Luomian's words had completely doused the hot-headed passion of all the pro-war elders in the hall with cold water.

Yu Tianheng took a deep breath, his red-rimmed eyes staring fixedly at Yu Yuanzhen as he spoke word by word,

"Grandfather, is a god that none of our clansmen have ever seen really worth having the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School slaughtered by Spirit Hall all over again?"

Yu Tianheng's words were like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely into everyone's hearts.

Those pro-war elders who had previously clamored for war were now completely speechless.

That's right...

To face Spirit Hall—who had killed them like chickens in their past life—just for a brat who hadn't even awakened his martial soul, what the hell was the difference between that and suicide?