Tang San was dead?
When Bibi Dong's words clearly reached Yu Xiaogang's ears, his mouth opened uncontrollably, terror showing in his pupils. Then he muttered like a madman:
"No, no, impossible. You must be lying to me. How could Xiao San possibly be dead?"
"Xiao San is my most outstanding disciple. He possesses talent unrivaled across the continent. I devoted my entire life's effort to nurturing him. In the future, he was meant to become the Asura God. He was meant to help me wash away the humiliation of my life..."
Yu Xiaogang's emotions were spiraling out of control.
He screamed furiously at Bibi Dong:
"You're lying to me! You're lying!"
Then, as though suffering from a split personality, his expression suddenly changed into one of pitiful pleading.
"Bibi Dong, Dong'er, please, tell me. Where exactly is Xiao San? How is he now?"
"Has he already become the Asura God, only to suffer a temporary defeat because Lin Xiao had the advantage in numbers?"
Bibi Dong's tone was perfectly calm.
"Tang San is dead."
"The Asura God you're talking about is Lin Xiao."
Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale. He collapsed to the ground with a thud, his expression contorted and his eyes filled with bone-deep hatred.
"Lin Xiao, you again!"
"Why do you keep opposing me, again and again?"
"The true genius should be Xiao San! He has Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power. He possesses the strongest Weapon Martial Soul on the continent, the Clear Sky Hammer, as well as the perfect cultivation path I designed for him. What right do you have to be stronger than Xiao San?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head.
"Bibi Dong, I want Lin Xiao dead!!!"
Bibi Dong had been calmly watching Yu Xiaogang's words and actions. She watched him