Yu Yuanzhen's death sent every faction into a panic!

Soronson raised his hand and beckoned, and the head landed in his palm.

He examined it for a moment, nodded in satisfaction, and casually tossed it to Lingxiao.

"Keep it safe."

Lingxiao was also a worldly person.

She has personally dealt with things that were even more tragic, insane, and bizarre.

She expressionlessly stretched out a hand, and the soul-guiding component spun in her palm, condensing into a dark blue sealed container, which steadily held the head inside.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't even move his eyebrows.

Inside the hall, the blood mist had not yet dissipated, and the silence was as deep as an abyss.

Soronson clapped his hands, turned to look at the Heavenly Screen, and a look of interest flashed in his single eye.

"Next--"

"Now, whose house should we go to?"

The Heavenly Screen displayed everything that happened within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to all beings in both realms.

Some are happy, some are sad.

The Soul Master of the Holy Spirit Continent were undoubtedly the ones applauding.

[Meng Jiu: Well done! Their tongues should be pulled out; let's shut them up for their foul mouths!]

[Old Wang: Lord Soronson is quite the entertainer—he preserved such a precious moment, hahaha!]

[Xiao Tian: This is the price of pushing your luck!]

[Zhou Yueban: Exactly! A little mockery would have been enough. He's always being so foul-mouthed, he deserves it!!]

Meanwhile, on the Douluo Continent side, countless Soul Master were completely dumbfounded.

That's too brutal!!

Collecting severed tongues, broken legs, and decapitated bodies.

The entire process went smoothly without him even flinching.

The children in every household were so frightened that they were afraid to go to the toilet at night.

They were terrified that if they crawled out of bed, Soronson would twist their heads off.

But what they feared most were the other two.

There's also the Spirit Hall.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The three of them were completely dumbfounded as they watched the live broadcast on the Heavenly Screen.

That's even more brutal than how they treated the Sea God!

After a while, Gu Rong was the first to break down.

He suddenly sprang up from his chair, took two steps back, and knocked over the flower stand behind him with his buttocks.

The potted plant was shattered on the ground, but he didn't even glance at it. He just stared intently at the Heavenly Screen, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Pull out the tongue... chop off the head... and keep it... and keep it safe..."

"Is this something a human would do?! Is this something a god would do?"

Chen Xin's hand, resting on the sword hilt, trembled uncontrollably.

The Seven Kill Sword hummed, as if it were in fear for its master.

But he couldn't even muster the courage to draw his sword.

What good would it do to pull it out?

Yu Yuanzhen didn't even touch a finger of the other person, yet he ended up with his head separated from his body.

He slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt and let out a bitter laugh.

"I've practiced swordsmanship my whole life... only today do I realize that a sword is less than a fire poker in the face of that kind of being."

Ning Fengzhi then slumped completely into his chair.

This sect leader was a master of social graces his entire life.

His face was ashen, his lips trembled, and it took him a long time to manage to utter a complete sentence.

"It's over... it's all over..."

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had a thousand-year history... and it was wiped out just like that..."

The three exchanged a glance.

No one spoke.

My Brain is completely blank.

Soronson, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, was now going door-to-door with a list in hand.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is just the first one.

Who's next?

After a long silence, Gu Rong finally spoke, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Well..."

"Should we run, or...?"

--

The Spirit Hall, the Worship Hall.

The Great Enshrined stared intently at the Heavenly Screen, none of them speaking, nor daring to speak.

The tragic state of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was etched into my mind frame by frame.

Cruel, horrible, terrifying!

Actually, before this, they still held onto a sliver of hope.

Only Pope Bibi Dong spoke from the Heavenly Screen.

If a reckoning were to be carried out, she would be the first to die.

As for these offerings?

If you survive this ordeal, you will still be worshipped.

It's nothing at all.

But now, looking at the fate of those Elder from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—

They found out.

They must die too!

Even though I thought I was uninvolved, I was still sweating profusely and couldn't stop.

Just then, footsteps sounded.

Bibi Dong has arrived.

She leaned against the palace entrance, her phoenix eyes smiling, her tone light and cheerful as if she were offering congratulations.

"It seems your hopes of living have been dashed."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"You!"

The Enshrined Golden Crocodile suddenly raised its head, its knuckles cracking as it clenched its fists.

Bibi Dong, however, didn't seem to care; her smile only deepened.

"I'd be willing to be buried with you all."

"Yu Xiaogang will also be buried with me. We couldn't be together in life, but we can in death!"

The Golden Crocodile roared in anger.

"Crazy woman!!"

Bibi Dong, however, didn't care at all.

I wonder where Xiaogang is right now?

--

A town or township.

Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong arrived here on horseback.

This is the only route to the Far North.

But just as the two were riding through...

Yu Xiaogang saw the Heavenly Screen.

Thump!

He fell off the horse and rolled half a meter away, unable to get up for a long time.

Liu Erlong reined in his horse, turned around to look at the disheveled Yu Xiaogang, and frowned deeply.

Are you alright?

Yu Xiaogang did not answer.

He lay on the ground, staring intently at the Heavenly Screen, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

My father is dead.

Yu Yuanzhen is dead.

But what truly terrified him was not his father's death.

My father died a terrible death.

Tongue cut off, legs crushed, beheading...

Even a complete head was treated as a collectible by that person.

And himself?

Throughout the entire verbal battle, from beginning to end, he was the one who jumped the most enthusiastically, the one who hurled the most insults, and the one who set the pace the fastest!

His crime was ten times greater than his father's.

So when he died...

It can only get worse than this!

"Hiss--"

A chill ran from my tailbone straight up to the top of my head!

Yu Xiaogang trembled violently, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat in the blink of an eye, clinging tightly to his body.

He scrambled to his feet, his hands shaking so badly he had to grab the reins three times before he could finally get them. His movements as he mounted the horse were so clumsy and lacked any semblance of Grandmaster's demeanor.

"Run! Run!!"

Seeing his dejected appearance, Liu Erlong hesitated to speak, but ultimately just nodded emphatically.

"Um."

The two riders cracked their whips and rode off in a cloud of dust!

We continued galloping wildly towards the Far North...

--

Clear Sky Sect.

The Elder were completely stunned after seeing the Heavenly Screen.

Someone slumped in a chair, gripping the armrests tightly with both hands, their knuckles white, unable to let go.

Someone was huddled in a corner, clutching a teapot, the lid clanging against the body of the pot, but he was completely unaware of it.

Some people even crawled under the table, leaving only their two legs trembling like leaves.

Are you afraid of dying?

No.

Having lived to their age, they've long since become indifferent to death.

They're afraid!

It's the process before death!

Tongue-pulling, leg-crushing, decapitation collection...

They don't even deserve to die with dignity!

This is the most painful thing!!

"Cough."

A cold cough rang out from the front of the hall.

Tang Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, his cold gaze sweeping over the group of Elder who had lost their composure.

"Look at you cowards!"

"Does it have even the slightest bit of the bearing of the number one sect and the number one Martial Soul in the world?!"