Yu Xiaogang's Heart Shattered

Bibi Dong's own Ninth Soul Ring was only a 100,000-Year Soul Ring. How could she possibly give such a precious 100,000-Year Soul Ring to an experiment?

What was more, judging by the color of Feng Hao's Fourth spirit ring, anyone could make a simple assessment.

Its age was definitely above that of the Third Spirit Ring. As for exactly how much higher, no one knew.

As for 100,000-Year Soul Rings, no one here had ever seen one in their entire lives.

They only knew that they were red.

How many experts would it take to surround and take down a soul beast over a hundred thousand years old?

For an experiment?

Was that possible?

Feng Hao looked at Yu Xiaogang, who seemed on the verge of madness, and sneered. "What? You can't explain yourself now? Weren't you so good at twisting the facts? Say something!"

As Feng Hao kept advancing, Yu Xiaogang kept crawling backward across the ground.

He muttered, "You monster, don't come any closer."

"You useless trash. Others call you Master. Nuoding Academy let you stay here, and this is how you slander the academy's students?"

As Feng Hao rebuked him, he turned to the crowd and said, "Can you believe anything Tang San, that liar, said just now?"

"No!"

The academy students were the first to respond.

"Neither do we."

The teachers also voiced their stance one after another.

For six years, they had never seen Feng Hao use his martial soul, nor had they seen him display great strength.

But now, they had witnessed such terrifying soul rings with their own eyes.

Unless something was wrong with their heads, they knew whom they should side with.

With those four soul rings alone, Feng Hao was destined to become a legend across the continent.

As for Yu Xiaogang?

He was nothing more than a Master with an undeserved reputation.

Feng Hao looked at Yu Xiaogang's unwilling expression as he lay on the ground.

He walked over and stomped down on him.

With his foot pressed against Yu Xiaogang's chest, Feng Hao looked down at him and said coldly, "We were supposed to mind our own business, but you kept courting death. Today, I need to teach you a lesson you won't forget."

After saying that, Feng Hao lifted his foot and launched a flying kick.

He sent Yu Xiaogang flying straight toward the well. Yu Xiaogang slammed into its edge, blood streaming from his head.

He let out a pained groan as Feng Hao walked over again.

He kicked Yu Xiaogang several more times in the shoulders and knees.

Several of his joints were broken. It was not impossible to recover from it, but it would take time.

And during that process, he would suffer plenty.

After Feng Hao finished beating him, he turned to the principal and said, "Principal, for your sake, I spared that dog's life."

"Teacher Feng, they tried to harm you today. Even if you had killed them, he would only have himself to blame," the principal said.

Although he was friends with Yu Xiaogang, today's matter was clearly Yu Xiaogang and Tang San's fault.

More importantly, Feng Hao was too powerful.

The principal did not dare offend him. How could he dare say a single good word for Yu Xiaogang?

Feng Hao withdrew his soul rings and martial soul, then came to Xiao Wu's side and asked, "Xiao Wu, is beating that trash to this state enough?"

"It's enough," Xiao Wu said softly.

Yu Xiaogang was already half-dead. Xiao Wu did not want to teach him a lesson herself, afraid of dirtying her hands.

"Sister Xiao Wu, we'll go teach him another lesson for you. He dared slander Sister Xiao Wu. He's courting death."

The graduating students stepped forward one after another and headed toward Yu Xiaogang.

Under normal circumstances, Yu Xiaogang could have easily crushed these people.

But Feng Hao had already crippled him, and he could only watch helplessly as they came over to gang up on him.

These people showed no martial virtue at all, attacking nothing but vital areas.

Yu Xiaogang, who had not made much noise before, began screaming loudly again.

"Don't... no..."

His balls were crushed, and so was his heart.

"Leave him alive, everyone. Don't let him die," Feng Hao reminded them at this moment.

Yu Xiaogang had lost the last shred of dignity he had as a man. Living in this world would be an unbearable humiliation for him.

Letting him live was more satisfying to Feng Hao than letting him die.

"Yes."

They all stopped and backed away.

"Everyone, let's go back and continue the ceremony!" Feng Hao suggested.

"Alright. Also, Tang San committed the crime of betraying his teacher and dishonoring his ancestors. Tang San will not graduate from our academy. He is expelled," the principal declared solemnly.

After saying that, he said to Tang San, "Leave this place. For your father's sake, we will not punish you. But if you still refuse to mend your ways in the future, the day will come when you regret it."

After everyone left, Tang San stood there blankly, staring at Yu Xiaogang's bloody, mangled body in the distance.

His emotions were extremely complicated.

First, Feng Hao's soul rings had utterly shocked him. It was something he had never even imagined.

Then, seeing Yu Xiaogang being taught such a lesson, he secretly felt fortunate.

Fortunate that the one being beaten was not him. Otherwise, he feared that he, too, would have lost the ability to be a man.

Just thinking about it filled him with agony.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang, he had no choice but to take him away.

Because Yu Xiaogang had introduced him to the academy he was going to next.

He had to heal Yu Xiaogang first.

Now that Feng Hao had driven him away, he could only seek Yu Xiaogang's guidance in cultivation from now on.

He hated Feng Hao and wished he could immediately tear him into ten thousand pieces.

But compared with that hatred, what he felt even more was helplessness.

When Feng Hao revealed those four soul rings, Tang San understood the enormous gulf between them.

He could not imagine how he could ever close that distance. All he could do now was complain inwardly.

Wasn't his father the Clear Sky Douluo?

Wasn't he the man who killed the previous Pope?

Why?

Why did he not come and kill Feng Hao, snuffing out that terrifying monster before he could grow?

After Feng Hao and the others returned to finish the graduation ceremony, he took Xiao Wu away from the academy and sold the small courtyard where they had lived for six years.

They were preparing to leave.

Their destination was nowhere else but Suotuo City in the Balak Kingdom.

They rode in a carriage, with the coachman driving outside.

Inside, Xiao Wu nestled against Feng Hao.

Looking at him, she asked, "Brother Feng Hao, how did you get those soul rings?"

"They are related to my cultivation. My soul rings were not obtained from soul beasts," Feng Hao said gently to Xiao Wu.

"You can obtain soul rings without getting them from soul beasts?" she asked in surprise. If everyone could be like Feng Hao, could the war between soul beasts and humans be avoided?

"My method can only be used by me. It can't be widely applied," Feng Hao said.

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