Lu Ming Exposes Yu Xiaogang! A Waste!

Lu Ming was about to speak.

A chilling aura suddenly struck from the right.

Although it didn't freeze, the surrounding temperature instantly dropped by several degrees.

Snow Empress walked to Lu Ming's right, her expressionless face facing forward.

Her sky-blue eyes showed no hint of joy or anger.

But within half a meter of her, even the dancing dust particles were still.

"Some people, in broad daylight, have no shame."

Snow Empress's voice was clear and cold, like never-melting snow.

Gongsun Li's movements froze.

She turned her head and made a face at Snow Empress.

"Hee hee!"

"Sister Xue, are you jealous?"

"Too bad Brother Lu Ming only has two arms, and they're already taken by me and Sister Bing."

Snow Empress's eyes twitched slightly.

She turned her head to look at Lu Ming's other side.

There, Ice Empress was holding Lu Ming's right arm, clutching a large pile of various snacks.

Her mouth was stuffed full, like a little squirrel hoarding food.

"Mmm... this one is also yummy..."

Ice Empress hadn't noticed her sister's killing intent at all, still eating carelessly.

Lu Ming sighed helplessly.

This wasn't shopping.

It was practically a battlefield of Asuras.

Xue Qinghe, following behind, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He looked at the man in front, surrounded by three stunning beauties, and his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

These three women.

One was a sixth-ring Soul Emperor with unfathomable strength.

The other two were mysterious powerhouses whose depths even he couldn't gauge.

Especially Snow Empress, the one in the white dress.

Just walking beside her made Xue Qinghe's Angel Martial Soul tremble.

It was a suppression from a higher life level.

Yet, these three terrifying existences were all fighting over Lu Ming?

What kind of love potion had this Lu Ming from Jixia Academy given them?

"Your Highness seems troubled?"

Lu Ming suddenly turned his head, looking at the silent Xue Qinghe.

Xue Qinghe snapped back to reality.

She quickly adjusted her expression, revealing her signature gentle smile.

"You've seen my foolishness."

"Qinghe was just thinking that Jixia Academy indeed has many talented people."

"And you... are quite blessed in the romance department."

She gritted her teeth when she spoke the last four words.

Lu Ming chuckled indifferently.

"They're just some immature children."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Three sharp pains simultaneously struck the soft flesh of his waist.

They came from his left, his right, and... a touch of extremely cold Soul Power.

Lu Ming's expression remained unchanged; he didn't even frown.

This little pain was nothing more than a tickle to him.

The group continued forward.

Soon, the sound of noisy arguments reached them from ahead.

It was from the direction of the tea stall they had passed earlier.

"What? Nothing to say now?"

"If you can't make any sense, then don't embarrass yourself here!"

"Still calling yourself 'Master'? I think you're just a big fraud!"

The onlookers pointed and whispered, their words sharp and cruel.

Yu Xiaogang, at the center of the storm, had a face as red as a pig's liver.

His chest heaved violently, his fists clenched so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his flesh.

The shards of the teacup he had smashed still lay quietly at his feet.

"A bunch of… ignorant fools!"

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, forcing out a few words.

"You people have no idea about the profound mysteries of Martial Soul theory!"

"My Ten Core Competencies are treasures of the Soul Master world!"

"One day, you will all regret your ignorance today!"

Even at this point, he still held his head high, maintaining his worthless pride.

Dai Mubai, standing beside him, wished he could find a hole to crawl into.

This was too humiliating.

As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

Just then.

A voice filled with mockery cut through the crowd, reaching everyone's ears clearly.

"Oh, isn't this the famous Master?"

"What? Your theory failed to sell, so you're taking it out on teacups now?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating quality.

The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent.

Everyone subconsciously turned to look in the direction of the voice.

They saw the crowd automatically part, creating a path.

Lu Ming, accompanied by three stunning beauties and the Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, slowly walked in.

The combination of these people was truly dazzling.

The men were extraordinarily handsome, and the women were devastatingly beautiful.

Furthermore, the Crown Prince himself was present.

Their presence instantly overpowered everyone else there.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

"Are you here to laugh at my misfortune?"

Lu Ming chuckled softly and walked over to the tea stall.

He didn't look at Yu Xiaogang, but instead cast an interested glance at the broken porcelain shards on the ground.

"Laugh?"

"No, no, no, Master misunderstands."

"I'm not here to laugh."

Lu Ming raised his head, his gaze calmly falling on Yu Xiaogang.

"I'm just here to expose a scam."

As soon as he said this.

The entire place erupted.

A scam?

What scam?

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat, and he shouted sternly:

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

"My research into Martial Souls is a truth verified countless times!"

"What do you, a brute who only knows how to rely on brute force, understand about theory?"

Lu Ming didn't get angry.

He even nodded.

"Is that so?"

"Since Master is so confident, could you please explain…"

"Your first core theory is that there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

"What exactly does that sentence mean?"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly and straightened his back.

In the realm of theory, he regained a sliver of confidence.

"It means exactly what it says!"

"Even the weakest Martial Soul can still become a strong individual if the Soul Master is willing to cultivate diligently!"

Lu Ming smiled.

He smiled brilliantly.

"Then may I ask, Master."

"Have you yourself cultivated diligently?"

Yu Xiaogang froze.

"Of course, I have!"

"I've studied ancient texts day and night, forgetting to eat and sleep..."

"I'm asking about cultivation."

Lu Ming interrupted him directly.

"Since there are no useless Martial Souls, then why is your Martial Soul, Luos an Pao, still just a pig that only farts after all these years?"

"And since there are only useless Soul Masters, you've remained stuck at level twenty-nine, unable to break through to level thirty."

"Doesn't that prove..."

The smile on Lu Ming's face suddenly vanished, his gaze becoming incredibly sharp.

"That you, are that useless Soul Master?"

BOOM!

The words struck Yu Xiaogang's heart like a heavy hammer.

His face instantly turned ashen.

This was the deepest pain in his heart.

It was a scar that would never heal in his lifetime.

Now, Lu Ming had ripped it open, bloody and raw, in front of everyone!

"You... you..."

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Lu Ming, his fingers trembling violently, unable to utter a complete sentence.

The surrounding commoners heard this and suddenly understood.

"That's right!"

"This person said there are no useless Martial Souls, yet he's only level twenty-nine himself?"

"I'm already level thirty-five, doesn't that mean he's not even as good as me?"