Chrysanthemum Douluo blocked the way

The golden petal rested on the back of the blade for a moment before the wind swept it into the air again.

More petals drifted down from above the valley.

They neither attacked the Royal Knights nor approached Xue Qinghe's carriage, merely circling slowly around Shrek's position. The two Soul Sages charging at Tang San retreated at the same time, clearing space for the petals.

Yue Guan stepped off the clifftop.

He did not land, but stood atop an enlarged singular velvet sky chrysanthemum. His golden hair and white robes billowed in the wind as nine spirit rings rose behind him: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.

The aura of a Titled Douluo descended into the valley.

Every Soul Master in combat slowed for an instant.

Flender and Liu Erlong moved in front of the students. Ning Fengzhi also emerged from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's carriage, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda already resting in his palm.

Yuan Yu paid no attention to anyone else.

"It really is you."

Yue Guan looked down at him, a trace of exasperation between his brows. "You haven't come home in half a year, and now you've learned to obstruct the Papal Hall's business."

"You brought all these people to smash my carriage. I can't just sit back and watch."

"No one intends to hurt you."

"Then tell them to stop."

Yue Guan brushed a hand over the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum, and several petals drifted in front of Yuan Yu. Their edges did not point toward him, and their soul power remained tightly controlled.

"When you got into trouble at the Papal Hall as a child, wasn't I always the one who brought you medicine? Listen to me just this once. Go wait beside the Crown Prince's carriage."