Chapter 42 Bibi Dong is enraged! Qian Daobai must die! My Xiao Gang!
Oscar suddenly stood up from his chair.
Dai Mubai's pupils suddenly contracted, and his fists clenched instinctively.
Tang San ignored the reactions of the crowd and continued to recount everything he had seen in his low voice.
"The wound was already red, swollen, and black, and blood dripped down the stump, staining the ground beneath him."
"He was hung up there on the city wall."
"His head was bowed very low, and his eyes... became very numb and lifeless."
"There are many people watching below the city wall."
"They...they even threw rotten vegetable leaves at the teacher and spat at him."
Tang San's voice.
"The teacher's situation is very bad."
"If it weren't for that familiar face, I wouldn't have recognized that the person hanging on the city wall was my teacher."
After saying all this, Tang San fell silent.
He slowly turned around, raised his hand, and slammed it against the wall beside him with all his might.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud.
The wall trembled slightly, and dust fell in clumps.
On that handsome face, there was an inescapable sense of regret and self-reproach.
The council chamber was deathly silent.
Everyone was stunned speechless by the news.
After a long while, Oscar finally found his voice. He rested his chin on his hand and shook his head vigorously.
"This...this can't be, right?"
"Teacher... the Golden Trio is so strong, how could he..."
No one answered him.
This result exceeded everyone's expectations.
"I believe Tang San's words."
A clear, cold voice rang out.
It is Zhu Zhuqing.
She remained quietly seated in the corner, her long, straight, beautiful legs crossed.
But at this moment, her pretty face, which always carried a hint of aloofness, was also covered with frost.
"snort."
Ning Rongrong let out a disdainful snort.
"He had previously vowed that he could definitely save Xiao Wu."
"They put on an air of confidence and composure in front of us."
He kept saying how amazing he and his teammates were.
"And now?"
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips.
"Well, he was left with his limbs cut off and hung on the city wall like a dead dog, suffering endless humiliation."
"What a piece of trash."
"Now we're in trouble. Not only did we fail to save Xiao Wu, but we also have to worry about him."
Hearing Ning Rongrong's complaints, Tang San slowly turned around.
His emotions seemed to have calmed down somewhat.
"No."
He shook his head and said in a deep voice.
"The strength of the Golden Iron Triangle is simply unmatched by ordinary people."
"If we follow the teacher's previous analysis, we should have already met Xiaowu by now."
Tang San's eyes deepened.
This only proves one thing.
Dai Mubai picked up where he left off, his expression equally grave.
"The person who kidnapped Xiao Wu is extremely powerful."
"He is definitely not an ordinary Title Douluo."
"Gulp."
Ma Hongjun nervously swallowed, his plump body swaying uncontrollably a few times.
"Then...then does that mean we have absolutely no options?"
He held his head in his hands, and his chubby face turned deathly pale in an instant.
"We failed to save Xiao Wu, and we also lost our most powerful teacher and the others."
"What should we do now?"
A tremendous sense of powerlessness enveloped Ma Hongjun.
The hope that had been ignited in my heart was shattered at this moment.
Is it possible that he can't avenge his grudge against Master Zhao Wuji?
A hint of anxiety appeared on Tang San's usually composed face.
"yes."
"What else can we do next?"
He subconsciously looked at Dai Mu-Bai, at Oscar, and at everyone present.
But no one could give him an answer.
Everyone lowered their heads and silently shook their heads.
Everyone present was far less capable than Yu Xiaogang and his group.
Even the Golden Trio couldn't defeat that person, so what could they possibly do if they went up against him?
Are we going to our deaths?
That man could abduct Xiao Wu without batting an eye, and could punish Yu Xiaogang with such bloody methods.
Based on this calculation, they don't have even the slightest chance of winning.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the council chamber became tense again.
Everyone's face was filled with seriousness, and even... a hint of despair.
In this oppressive and gloomy atmosphere, a clear voice suddenly rang out.
"I have a way."
Everyone suddenly looked up, their eyes all turning to the source of the sound.
It's Ning Rongrong.
She stood up from her seat, took long strides, and walked to the center of the crowd.
The girl's figure was slender and charming, and her straight and shapely legs were faintly visible under the hem of her skirt, exuding a fatal allure.
But at this moment, no one is in the mood to appreciate it.
All eyes were fixed on her delicate and confident face.
Ning Rongrong looked around at everyone, cleared her throat, and began to speak.
"I come from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School."
"Within the sect, there are two powerful Title Douluos, Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone."
"If they could intervene..."
Ning Rongrong paused, her tone becoming incredibly firm.
"That will definitely save Xiao Wu and the master!"
"besides."
Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes swept over Ma Hongjun, who looked dejected.
"The hatred of others can also be settled at the same time."
"Grandpa Jian and the others are strong enough to make that arrogant guy pay the price he deserves!"
Ning Rongrong's words were like a ray of light, instantly piercing through the gloom that shrouded everyone's hearts.
A spark of hope rekindled in Tang San's eyes.
His fists, which had been clenched so tightly they had turned white, slowly relaxed.
"With the strength of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, it is indeed possible to do these things."
Tang San's gaze was fixed on Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with a pleading look.
"Rongrong, all our hopes now rest on you."
Ning Rongrong felt the weight of this entrustment and nodded solemnly.
"good."
"I will send a message back to the sect now."
"Grandpa Bone and Grandpa Sword love me so much, I believe they will come over soon after receiving the news."
"Um!"
Tang San nodded vigorously, finally feeling half of the weight lifted from his heart.
...
at the same time.
Inside the Spirit Hall, in the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong leaned back on the magnificent papal throne, wearing a purple robe embroidered with gold thread, which made her already fair and radiant skin even more dazzling.
In her hand, she held a secret letter that had just been delivered.
His sharp and authoritative gaze swept over the words on the letter.
The next moment.
The air pressure in the entire Papal Palace suddenly dropped.
Bibi Dong's slightly lowered eyelids and tightly pursed lips silently revealed her extreme displeasure at that moment.
The letter detailed Yu Xiaogang's current situation.
His limbs were severed.
It hangs on the top of Luoyun City.
He was surrounded by thousands of onlookers and condemned by everyone.
They became the laughingstock of the entire city.
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