Lin Yan Utterly Crushed Yu Xiaogang's Pride, Tang San Painfully Lost His Storage Belt

"This..."

"I..."

Tang San was shocked and bewildered, but Yu Xiaogang had spent half his life studying Martial Soul Theory, and this scene that overturned common sense struck him even harder!

Faced with the questioning, he lay on the ground with a helpless look in his eyes, stammering for a long time without managing an explanation.

How could he explain it?

In all the hundreds and thousands of years across the continent, no one had ever heard of anything so bizarre! Who would know how to explain it?

A deathly silence fell over the area. Before long...

"He must have used some kind of evil secret technique!"

Like a man clutching at a life-saving straw that could save his invincible theory, Yu Xiaogang spoke in a frenzy.

"The limit for a Soul Master's First Soul Ring is only 423 years. I spent half my life researching that theory; it can't be wrong."

"That's right! He used an evil secret technique. He's a Fallen Soul Master!"

The moment he said that, everyone's eyes gathered on Lin Yan.

It was as though Lin Yan really had become a person guilty of the ten unforgivable evils.

But after about two or three seconds, Dean Notting was the first to come to his senses.

"Xiaogang!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Do you know how serious that accusation is?"

A Fallen Soul Master was a public enemy of the entire continent!

If Lin Yan really were branded with that label, no amount of talent would do him any good. In the end, he would only face a reckoning at the hands of Spirit Hall.

Yu Xiaogang really dared to say anything!

Lin Yan's eyes also turned cold. He slowly walked up to Yu Xiaogang and looked down at the man lying on the ground.

"Grandmaster, I saved your lives. Why are you slandering me?"

Lin Yan pointed the tip of the Thunderclap Sword between Yu Xiaogang's brows and said,

"An evil secret technique? Have you ever seen an evil secret technique that can increase a Soul Ring's age?"

"Besides..."

"How did you arrive at the number 423? Would one day less than 423 years work? What about one day more?"

"Can you tell at a glance whether a Soul Beast has had its birthday? What clues do you use to determine a Soul Beast's age down to the exact year?"

"You boast of having studied Martial Soul Theory for half your life, yet in the end... aren't you, who supposedly grasped the [truth], still stuck at level 29? How laughable."

Every word Lin Yan spoke was a pearl!

With those words, he not only utterly overturned Yu Xiaogang's so-called [Martial Soul Theory], but also directly repudiated Yu Xiaogang himself!

"Didn't you say there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters?"

"Then why have you yourself failed to advance even an inch all your life?"

"Didn't you publish the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul and boast that your theories were invincible?"

"Yet when you run into a question you can't answer, you choose to dodge it and resort to slander?"

"Grandmaster, as someone with Innate Half-Level Soul Power, do you know what kind of heaven-defying talent a genius with Innate Full Soul Power possesses?"

The air fell silent!

Every word Lin Yan spoke was like countless blunt knives, cutting again and again into what little pride Yu Xiaogang had left.

Lin Yan had asked a whole string of questions, yet Yu Xiaogang couldn't answer a single one.

His beliefs of many years collapsed at that moment, and the glory he had fabricated crumbled completely.

Yu Xiaogang's face was ashen, and his trembling finger pointed at Lin Yan.

"You... you..."

"Sharp-tongued brat, I've spent decades studying Martial Soul Theory. How could I possibly be wrong?"

"On the continent today, even Titled Douluo and the Pope of Spirit Hall address me respectfully as Grandmaster. My theory is the truth."

"You used an evil secret technique. I'll report you to Spirit Hall, report you for being a Fallen Soul Master, and report you for keeping Soul Beasts!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was stubbornly refusing to listen and deceiving himself,

Lin Yan simply stopped wasting words on him.

"Oh!"

"Since I can't reason with you, I'll kill you first."

With that, Lin Yan turned his right hand and traced a flourish with his sword, arcs of lightning curling around it.

The next second...

The sword stabbed straight at Yu Xiaogang's neck without warning.

Swish!

Yu Xiaogang really did react quickly. Faced with a life-or-death crisis, he managed to force his head to one side on instinct.

The Thunderclap Sword grazed his cheek and stabbed into the ground, slicing off one of his ears on the spot.

"Ugh, aaagh!"

A wail like a pig being slaughtered rang through the forest's night sky, frightening away flocks of birds and beasts.

"What are you doing? I'm warning you, don't do anything rash! I'm the Grandmaster! I... I..."

"Little San, stop him! Stop him, quickly!"

"Dean, save me."

This time, Yu Xiaogang was truly afraid!

He hadn't expected Lin Yan to be so decisive in killing, striking without another word.

If he hadn't reacted quickly, that sword would have pierced straight through his neck.

Yu Xiaogang scrambled over to Dean Notting on his hands and feet.

"Dean, save me! This person is a madman, a madman!"

Dean Notting finally recovered from the sword strike he had just witnessed.

Lin Yan had nearly killed Yu Xiaogang?!

This child was... far too decisive! He was practically a born killer!

But on reflection, Lin Yan had saved the master and disciple from a wolf pack, only for Yu Xiaogang to show no gratitude and turn around to accuse him of being a Fallen Soul Master.

Anyone would have turned hostile in his place.

Only... Yu Xiaogang was, after all, his old friend of many years, and he also had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan behind him.

Dean Notting thought highly of Lin Yan's talent, and out of kindness, he certainly wouldn't let Lin Yan bring a fatal disaster upon himself tonight.

At that thought, Dean Notting took a deep breath.

"Xiaogang, you've really disappointed me."

"As a teacher, how could you slander a child?"

Then he looked at Lin Yan.

"Let it go, Lin Yan. The Grandmaster is my friend of many years, after all. For my sake, spare his life."

Dean Notting's manner was sincere. Even though Lin Yan was only six years old, the ruthless streak he had just displayed still made it impossible to take him lightly.

Seeing this, Lin Yan silently held the Thunderclap Sword behind his back in a reverse grip.

"Dean, you're my elder, and I respect you."

"But I saved Yu Xiaogang from the wolf pack, and he turned around and slandered me, even threatening to have Spirit Hall kill me. I don't think this matter can be left at that!"

"This... then what do you want to do?"

Dean Notting looked awkwardly at Lin Yan, who glanced at the Storage Soul Tool on Tang San's waist.

"Compensation!"

"I know Yu Xiaogang gave Tang San that storage belt around his waist. I want that Storage Soul Tool, and I want him to give me a sincere apology."

At those words, Tang San's expression changed drastically!

What? He wanted his storage belt?

How could that be? He used it to hold his Hidden Weapons!

Such a precious storage belt was simply the perfect match for Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.

Just the night before, he had been thinking about which compartments would make it easiest to reach his various Hidden Weapons, and now he was supposed to hand the belt over?

How did this person dare?!

But... no matter how unwilling he was now, it no longer mattered. Yu Xiaogang had been scared out of his wits.

"Give it to him! Give him everything!"

"Little San, hurry and give it to him!"

"I'm sorry, I know I was wrong. I won't ever dare do it again. Please spare me."