Yu Xiaogang: Impossible, My Theories Were Wrong? First Life Martial Soul: Blue Silver Emperor!

Massive irony and bitterness drowned Tang San like a surging tide.

He felt as though he had swallowed ten thousand poisoned steel needles, piercing and causing excruciating pain through all his internal organs.

So... from the very beginning, I walked down the wrong path.

So, my most respected teacher personally ruined the other, proudest possibility of my martial soul.

Meanwhile, inside Flender's dean's office.

"Bang!"

A teacup crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.

Yu Xiaogang stared blankly at the commentary on the sky screen, his face as pale as paper and his body trembling violently and uncontrollably.

He was no fool; how could he, this "theory grandmaster", fail to think of what Ning Rongrong could?

"Life... Life..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered to himself, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and endless remorse.

He remembered how all his theories revolved around the "martial soul core competitiveness".

In order to make the "trash martial soul" Blue Silver Grass possess formidable combat power, he had chosen the most extreme attachment method—poison.

He had succeeded.

He had proven his theory, and he had made Tang San's Blue Silver Grass incomparably powerful.

He had always been proud of this, believing it to be the most perfect masterpiece of his theoretical career.

Until today, when the sky screen ruthlessly tore everything to shreds.

He had personally transformed a top-tier life-attribute martial soul that could have vied for the summit of the continent and possessed god-tier potential into a "neither fish nor fowl" poison-control martial soul.

To prove his theory, he had destroyed a genius's brightest and smoothest path!

"What... what have I done..."

Yu Xiaogang lost all strength in his limbs, collapsing dejectedly into a chair, burying his head in his hands, and letting out a low, beast-like sob.

The glory and theories he had