Tang San: Yu Xiaogang, You Useless Coward! You Dare Dream of Becoming a God?!

[This useless mediocrity nearly cut off my Great Path!]

[If I had not been born extraordinary, with such a solid foundation, his flawed theories might have ruined me long ago, leaving me an insignificant nobody!]

[Blocking my path forward—is that any different from killing my parents?]

[This man truly deserves to die!]

Once again!

Once again, murderous intent!

And this time, the reason was even more absurd!

Because Teacher's theories had flaws, because his teachings were not one hundred percent perfect, he wanted to kill him?

What arrogance! What selfishness!

The scene did not end there.

Above the Sky Screen, light and shadow shifted as time seemed to race by.

At last, the image settled upon a magnificent divine hall.

A young man clad in azure Divine Armor, a trident in hand and majesty written across his brow, sat high upon a divine throne.

It was Tang San, who would one day inherit the position of Sea God.

Below him, a white-haired, frail old figure knelt on the ground in agitation.

That man was Yu Xiaogang.

He had grown old. His life was nearing its end, and throughout it all, he had still failed to achieve anything of note.

The Sky Screen's narration carried the indifference of one Overlooking All Beings.

[Tang San became a god. Wielding Divine Power, he could Turn Stone into Gold or reverse life and death with a single thought.]

[Yet, before Yu Xiaogang, the teacher who had taught him, he neither granted him longevity nor took him to ascend to the God Realm and share eternity.]

[To Tang San, this alone was already an act of remembering old ties and showing immense magnanimity.]

[As for gratitude? He had never possessed any.]

At this point, the image slowly faded away.

Shrek Academy.

Dead Silence.

Yu Xiaogang's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

His lips quivered, his face turning from white to green, then from green to a sickly flush.

He suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at Tang San.

"Puh—"

A suppressed breath surged into his throat. Yu Xiaogang's body shook violently, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.

He could not hold it together anymore.

He had Completely broken down!

"Tang San..."

His voice was dry and hoarse.

"The first time we met... you wanted to kill me?"

"Just because I... I saw your Twin Martial Souls, saw that you were extraordinary?"

"..."

Tang San's face was livid. His lips were pressed tightly together, and he said nothing.

"I risked my life to help you hunt the Mandala Snake and obtain your First Spirit Ring..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice suddenly rose, filled with grief, indignation, and absurdity.

"Y-you... because my theories were imperfect, you thought I was cutting off your Great Path, and you wanted to kill me again?!"

"In the end... in the end, you became a god. My lifespan was running out, and you merely helped me break through that pathetic level twenty-nine bottleneck..."

He pointed at the sky, then at Tang San, smiling more miserably than if he had cried.

"That was not repaying kindness... that was charity?!"

"I, Yu Xiaogang, gave everything I had. I raised and cared for you like my own son. I was proud of you..."

"Yet in your heart, I was merely a somewhat useful tool that could be killed at any time?!"

"A piece of trash... that nearly delayed your ascension to godhood?!"

Every word was soaked in blood, every sentence pierced the heart!

Flender's face had turned black as a pot's bottom. He walked to Yu Xiaogang's side and supported his swaying body, his hawkish eyes glaring furiously at Tang San.

Zhao Wuji clenched his fists even tighter, his knuckles cracking sharply as the aura of the Immovable King erupted.

"Tang San, you ungrateful wretch!"

Facing everyone's rage and questioning, Tang San knew that any pretense had lost its meaning.

The Sky Screen had stripped him bare too thoroughly!

Humiliation, resentment, venom, and madness intertwined within him, finally turning into a hysterical roar.

"That's right!"

Tang San abruptly raised his head. None of his usual composure remained in his eyes, only twisted madness.

In the future, I will wield the power of two gods and be invincible under heaven!

What does it matter if I tear off the mask now with a useless Teacher who is destined to be left far behind by me!

He pointed at Yu Xiaogang, making no effort to conceal his contempt.

"You are nothing but trash!"

"Your theories are complete nonsense! The Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul, the Optimal Spirit Ring Configuration—they are all wrong!"

"What do you understand?! You understand nothing!"

Tang San's voice grew louder and louder, and he looked utterly deranged.

"If not for me, you would have been a joke for your entire life! It was me, Tang San, who proved that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Spirit Masters!"

"Not only did you fail to help me, your ridiculous theories nearly Imprisoned my future!"

"Those who cut off my Great Path are no different from those who Kill People's parents!"

"I did not kill you, and I even helped you break through that level twenty-nine bottleneck in the end. That was already out of consideration for our past relationship—I had done all I could!"

"You, Yu Xiaogang—what right do you still have to question me here!"

Such defiant words rang out like thunder!

The entire Shrek Academy fell into Dead Silence.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Ning Rongrong... everyone looked at Tang San as though he were a monster.

They could not imagine that such words had come from the companion with whom they spent every day.

"Y-you... you..."

Yu Xiaogang trembled from head to toe with rage. He pointed at Tang San, but failed to draw in his next breath, and his vision went black.

"Puh—!"

A mouthful of blood violently sprayed from his mouth, splattering across the ground before him.

The theories he had taken pride in all his life, and the disciple into whom he had poured his life's work, became two of the sharpest swords at that moment, stabbing his heart full of holes.

Yu Xiaogang's heart meridians were severely damaged. Blood stained his robes, and only ashes-of-death despair remained on his face.

The air at Shrek Academy froze solid as iron.

Yet because of the Golden Ranking, this small academy had temporarily become the center of the storm sweeping the entire continent.

Far away in Spirit City, within the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upon a magnificent throne, her slender fingers lightly tapping the armrest as she watched the crazed youth on the Sky Screen with great interest.

An amused smile curved across her lips.

"Heartless, faithless, shameless, and immoral."

She spoke softly. No joy or anger could be heard in her voice, yet it carried the indifference of one Overlooking All Beings.

"To take selfishness and ingratitude to such extremes while possessing peerless talent... Heh, what a rare freak indeed."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei beside her did not even dare to breathe loudly.

They could sense the surging killing intent hidden beneath the seemingly calm words of Your Excellency the Pope.

"Fortunately, he is not in my Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong's gaze suddenly sharpened. The amusement vanished entirely, replaced by the dominance and majesty of one who Ruled the World.

"Otherwise, This Seat would personally grind his bones to dust and scatter his ashes!"

The Number One Sect Under Heaven, the Clear Sky Sect.

Within the sect, several Old Men with White Hair and Beard stared at the Sky Screen, each looking uglier than the last.

"Monster! This is simply the greatest disgrace of our Clear Sky Sect!"