Bibi Dong directly used Yu Xiaogang's personal accusation to conduct a trial against Yang Yuan.
Countless gazes filled with confusion instantly focused on Yang Yuan.
What happened?
Everything was going fine, so how did it turn into a trial?
Could it be that because of such a small matter, they really intend to disqualify the Heaven Dou Main Team?
Facing Bibi Dong's proclamation, Yang Yuan merely swept a contemptuous glance over her. He didn't even bother to look at the clamoring Yu Xiaogang beside her, only spitting out a sentence toward her direction.
"Is Tang San dead?"
The words were spoken calmly, yet they instantly caused Yu Xiaogang in the distance to tremble with rage. He pointed at Yang Yuan and shouted sternly:
"Little San isn't dead! But your methods were vicious, and you nearly killed him. Is that not a fact?"
Only then did Yang Yuan turn his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang.
But that look was like he was watching a stray dog barking at his feet.
"What kind of thing are you?"
"To think you are worthy of barking incessantly before me?"
The moment the words fell, Yang Yuan didn't even make a move.
Merely a sliver of unrestrained spiritual pressure overflowing from his eyes acted like an invisible heavy hammer, striking Yu Xiaogang across the space.
"Pfft—"
Yu Xiaogang didn't even have time to scream. His entire being was like he had been hit head-on by a stampeding giant elephant, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.
His frail body was like a kite with its string cut, flying backward dozens of meters and smashing heavily against the edge of the arena with a dull thud, his fate unknown.
"Xiaogang!!" Liu Erlong and Flender cried out in alarm simultaneously, lunging toward him.
The entire field fell deathly silent!
No one expected that Yang Yuan would actually heavily injure Yu Xiaogang, who had brought the charges, with just a single look right in front of Bibi Dong.
In the VIP seats, Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly constricted.
On her exquisite face, the deliberately maintained poise and majesty shattered instantly, replaced by a thoroughly provoked, almost frenzied killing intent.
"Yang Yuan—"
She spoke each word slowly, her voice like ice from the Nine Netherworld.
Although Yu Xiaogang's actions not long ago had deeply wounded her heart, subconsciously, she still held an almost twisted and frantic love for him.
With Yang Yuan heavily injuring Yu Xiaogang right in front of her, how could she not be enraged!
"You actually dare to strike an Honorary Elder of my Spirit Hall right before my eyes?"
"You—are—seeking—death—!!"
The moment the final word 'death' left her mouth, a terrifying surge of spirit power filled with an evil, cold aura erupted from within Bibi Dong like a dormant volcano.
Bibi Dong's long dress fluttered without wind, snapping loudly, as her majestic pressure rolled toward Yang Yuan on the arena like a tangible tide.
However, at the exact moment Bibi Dong's pressure erupted and her killing intent locked onto Yang Yuan—
"Bibi Dong! You dare!!"
Two angry shouts, accompanied by equally peerless spirit power fluctuations, exploded near her almost simultaneously.
The Sword Douluo's entire body was enveloped in Sword Qi reaching the skies, with sword shadows crossing the air as his sharp Sword Intent pointed directly at Bibi Dong.
Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphor Dragon Emperor phantom coiled around him, his cold gaze similarly locking onto Bibi Dong's location.
Although they knew that with Yang Yuan's strength, Bibi Dong was by no means his match...
The necessary attitude still had to be shown.
Even knowing they would offend Spirit Hall, the two stood out without hesitation to back Yang Yuan up.
In the crowd.
Qian Renxue, who did not know Yang Yuan's true strength, clenched her fists tightly inside her sleeves. Her gaze toward Bibi Dong was full of anger, devoid of any mother-daughter affection.
She hadn't expected things to develop to this point, that Bibi Dong would actually want to personally strike Yang Yuan for the sake of a piece of trash.
If she really made a move... then even if she had to expose her identity, she would definitely use the power of the Hall of Worship to protect Yang Yuan.
On the other side, facing Bibi Dong's sky-covering evil pressure and undisguised killing intent, Yang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He simply met the gaze of the boiling-with-killing-intent Bibi Dong in the VIP seats with blatant mockery.
Then, he spoke loudly, his clear voice carrying a casual air of looking down upon the world as it echoed through the field:
"Since when can a piece of trash who only knows how to bark incessantly become an Honorary Elder of Spirit Hall?"
"Spirit Hall, has it run out of people!!"
"Or rather..."
Yang Yuan looked at Bibi Dong with a contemptuous gaze:
"Is it that your vision is shallow and you are unable to judge character?"
As soon as these words came out, the entire venue went into an uproar.
Is Yang Yuan crazy?
This was no longer just a provocation; this was pointing at the Supreme Pontiff's nose and calling her blind.
Of course, the facts were indeed so!
Yang Yuan had clearly spoken the inner thoughts of the various Elders from the Hall of Worship, who began to chime in one after another.
"This kid is absolutely right."
"He's got guts!"
Bibi Dong was even more enraged, her chest heaving violently.
She hadn't expected Yang Yuan to be so arrogant as to dare humiliate her in public.
Did he think that with Chen Xin and Dugu Bo protecting him, she would have no way to deal with him?
"Yang Yuan, how dare you!"
"Publicly humiliating the Supreme Pontiff is a capital offense!"
Bibi Dong's voice trembled slightly due to extreme anger.
But Yang Yuan still had no intention of reining it in, his lips curling into a cold arc: "Is what I said wrong?"
He paused, his tone becoming even sharper, like a proclamation.
"If you cannot be a good Supreme Pontiff..."
"Then get the hell down from that position."
"There are plenty of people who can do it!"
"Hiss—!"
The sound of countless people sucking in cold air rang out.
Telling the Supreme Pontiff to get down?
How arrogant, how treasonous was this!
Even the people in the Heaven Dou Academy rest area couldn't help but swallow hard.
Yu Feng said tremulously, "What kind of provocation did the Captain receive?"
Ning Rongrong's eyes were shining.
"Xiao Yuan-gege is way too cool!"
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling showed expressions of worry.
This is... Spirit Hall after all!
Yang Yuan provoking the Supreme Pontiff here—what was the difference between that and provoking the entire Spirit Hall?
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were dazed.
Yang Yuan's unrestrained and disdainful posture made her heart yearn.
If she had to say what she felt for Yang Yuan, it was probably gratitude and adoration.
Yang Yuan's repeated provocations made Bibi Dong unable to hold back any longer.
All logic was swallowed by this naked humiliation. She laughed out of extreme anger, her laughter filled with madness and killing intent:
"Good, good, good!"
"Yang Yuan, do you think this seat doesn't dare to strike you?"
Yang Yuan gave a cold laugh and did not back down an inch, even taking a step forward to confront Bibi Dong from afar.
Though his aura didn't erupt, he naturally possessed a calm self-confidence as steady as a mountain.
"If you dare to strike."
"I guarantee that today..."
"Spirit Hall will lose a Supreme Pontiff!"
Quiet words, yet they seemed more insane than any roar.
Countless people were shocked.
What nonsense was Yang Yuan talking about!
Making Spirit Hall lose a Supreme Pontiff?
Does he think he is a god?
Bibi Dong was furious. Though she had no idea where Yang Yuan's inexplicable confidence came from...
Being publicly threatened like this by a fourteen-year-old boy, her dignity as Supreme Pontiff was already completely gone.
"This seat would like to see where your confidence comes from!"
A look of ferocity flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and the spirit power fluctuations around her became increasingly violent.
"Is it starting?"
Sword Douluo and Dugu Bo snorted coldly, their spirit power surging as they prepared to strike at any moment.
In the shadows, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and the other Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall saw this and stood ready, prepared to intervene at any time.
For a moment, the entire arena was at daggers drawn, like a powder keg that could explode at any second.
Qian Renxue's gaze was solemn; she was already prepared to expose her identity.
But just at this critical juncture—
A calm, aged, yet vastly majestic voice, as if falling from the Nine Heavens, rang out across the entire arena.
"This matter ends here!"
(End of Chapter)
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