Tang San, Liu Erlong, and Xiao Wu all stared at Yu Xiaogang in shock.
Yet Yu Xiaogang staggered backward, muttering nonstop, "No! No, I can't die! I can't die!"
"Erlong, I can't die! My Martial Soul theories haven't been proven yet. I have to prove that I was right! I'm not trash!"
"I can't die, Erlong. You understand me, don't you?!"
As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang continued retreating, moving farther and farther away from them.
The light in Liu Erlong's eyes grew increasingly dim.
"Teacher, you...!"
After the initial shock and disbelief, Tang San was consumed by rage. His eyes seemed ready to spit fire as he glared at Yu Xiaogang.
But Yu Xiaogang was still backing away.
Liu Erlong closed her eyes in despair. No sorrow was greater than a dead heart.
The image of this man in her heart had utterly collapsed!
Yu Xiaogang looked pale as he muttered absentmindedly, but after retreating some distance away, an irrepressible flicker of joy appeared in his eyes.
Bibi Dong's gaze, meanwhile, carried a trace of disgust.
A hypocrite through and through!
All he cared about was his own honor and life.
He could not tolerate anyone calling him trash, even if it was the truth.
And to deceive himself, he had even fabricated a whole series of so-called theories.
Now, faced with a true life-and-death crisis, he had exposed his true nature.
What Grandmaster? He was nothing more than a despicable, cowardly hypocrite who embodied every vile flaw of humanity.
Yu Xiaogang was exactly that kind of person.
Liu Erlong looked despairingly at the man she had loved for so many years, tears welling in her eyes.
"Die!"
Qian Renxue paid no attention to what they were thinking. The Judgment Sacred Sword in the Six-Winged Angel's hand was about to