Xue Tianxing's words struck Yu Xiaogang across the face like a slap, and his provocative gaze plainly declared, "The fish rots from the head down."
Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage, his chest heaving violently. Just as he was about to retort, Xue Tianxing's voice cut in first:
"Oh? What's this? Is the 'Master' unhappy?"
Xue Tianxing deliberately stressed the word "Master," the mockery in his tone nearly overflowing as he continued:
"Of course, I hit a sore spot. First, you seduced Spirit Hall's former Saintess, now Pope Bibi Dong. Then, relying on your connections in Spirit Hall, you gathered quite a bit of soul master research left behind by your predecessors. After sorting and piecing it together, you dared claim it as your own work, parading around under the title of 'theoretical master.'"
Xue Tianxing paused, sweeping his gaze across the surrounding crowd as his voice suddenly rose:
"Even more laughable, when Spirit Hall ran into trouble back then, you were so frightened that you abandoned her and ran away. Then you turned around and married your own cousin. A freeloader who wants to steal other people's achievements yet lacks any sense of responsibility—how dare you call yourself a Master?"
"You're talking nonsense!"
Yu Xiaogang could no longer endure it. He roared at Xue Tianxing, his eyes bloodshot. "The theories I published were all the result of my own years of painstaking research! I didn't steal anything! Absolutely not!"
But his defense seemed pale and powerless before Xue Tianxing's accusations.
The crowd had already erupted into an uproar, pointing at Yu Xiaogang with contempt filling their eyes.
"So this is the legendary Master? He actually became famous by stealing other people's work?"
"He could even abandon a woman and run away? What a complete lack of responsibility!"
"No wonder his