After Liu Erlong finished speaking, everyone stared at him in shock.
It was not merely because the revelation she had dropped was so explosive.
What was even more explosive was that Liu Erlong had said it herself.
Flender could have exposed this secret, Zhao Wuji could have exposed it, even Yu Xiaogang could have confessed it himself—it would not have mattered.
But Liu Erlong was the one person who should not have said it.
Tang San's eyes were wide as saucers as he looked at Liu Erlong before him in utter disbelief.
Grandmaster and Pope Bibi Dong... how had those two utterly unrelated names ended up connected?
One was a leading figure in the largest Soul Master organization on Douluo Continent.
The other was a theory instructor at an obscure little academy.
With Yu Xiaogang's talent, he would never surpass thirty levels of Soul Power in his life.
He would never become a four-ringed Soul Ancestor in his life.
Why did such trash deserve that?
Though Tang San did not show it outwardly, he could not help ridiculing it inwardly.
Yu Xiaogang was lying on the ground, the earth around him stained crimson with his blood.
Yet despite that, Yu Xiaogang endured the agonizing pain and forced himself back to his feet.
"That's right... Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Spirit Hall, did indeed pursue me once."
"Heh... heh. And I am confident that if you kill me now, you will die a horrible death as well."
"I'm merely a useless Soul Master. Killing me naturally would not burden you in the slightest."
"But have you considered whether you can bear the wrath of Spirit Hall's Pope?"
As Yu Xiaogang said this, a confident expression gradually appeared on his face.
He had made himself so clear. Surely Lu Jiang could