Soul Beasts had no owners. Whoever obtained one, owned it.
Beibei and his group had neither severely wounded it nor captured it.
Su Yu was the one who captured the Mandala Snake. In a sense, saying it belonged to Su Yu was not wrong.
"You're twisting words!" Tang Ya's pretty face flushed red with anger.
She had never seen anyone so shameless.
"Exactly! We were clearly here first. You're being unreasonable."
Huo Yuhao spoke indignantly as well.
Of course he had to stand up for Teacher Tang Ya and his senior brother.
Ever since his mother had passed away, they had been the ones who treated him best.
Su Yu shot him a glance. "Adults are talking. Don't interrupt, kid. What the hell do you know?"
They were the same age, and Su Yu might have only been a few months older than Huo Yuhao.
But Su Yu was at least half a head taller.
Huo Yuhao's physical condition was far inferior even to that of ordinary Soul Masters.
Let alone compared to a freak like Su Yu, whose body was more formidable than a Soul Beast's.
"You!"
Huo Yuhao's little face reddened with anger, but he did not know how to retort.
Tang Ya, however, was protective of her own. After soothing Huo Yuhao, she snapped fiercely, "You bastard, are you looking for a fight?"
"You want to fight this young master?"
Su Yu glanced at Tang Ya and curled his lip. "Blue Silver Grass—a trash Martial Soul!"
"You!"
Tang Ya was truly enraged now. "Beibei, teach him a good lesson!"
How dare he call Blue Silver Grass a trash Martial Soul? Wasn't that disrespecting every past master of the Tang Sect?
Tang Ya could no longer endure it.
"Friend, you've gone too far."
Beibei stepped forward. He had