Yu Xiaogang the Fraud Exposed, Identity Revealed!

The Soldiers moved with practiced efficiency.

They instantly brought the situation under control.

Hundreds of powerful bows and crossbows were drawn taut, their cold arrowheads aimed at the two men in the clearing.

Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale with fright.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

This was the military?

The Heaven Dou Empire's regular army?

Why were they here?

Tang San also climbed to his feet.

He warily surveyed his surroundings.

His hand quietly reached toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges Night at his waist.

Though he did not know what was happening, he could sense it.

These people had not come with good intentions.

Just then, the sky overhead suddenly darkened.

An immense pressure descended from above.

The surrounding Soldiers uniformly dropped to one knee.

The clash of metal armor striking the ground echoed through the forest.

"Welcome, my King!"

The deafening roar startled birds into flight from the woods.

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang instinctively looked up.

There, in midair, countless thick Blue Silver Emperor vines grew out of thin air.

They intertwined and entwined, instantly weaving themselves into a magnificent and imposing throne.

The throne was entirely blue and gold, exuding a faint imperial aura.

A figure sat upon it.

He was an extraordinarily young-looking man.

A finely tailored, fitted long robe

outlined his tall, straight figure.

His features were so handsome that they seemed almost unreal.

Especially those eyes.

They were as deep as the sea.

At that moment, that gaze shot down like lightning.

It did not look at the kneeling Soldiers.

Instead, it locked directly onto Tang San and Yu Xiaogang beside him.

The Blue Silver King Throne slowly descended.

It hovered three meters above the ground.

Tang Yuan looked down at the scene from on high.

His expression was calm.

Yet beneath that calm hid a storm that made one's heart tremble.

Tang San looked at the man on the throne.

For some reason, a strange stirring arose in his heart.

It was as if the bloodline within him was resonating with the man.

Who was this person?

Why did he give him such a strangely familiar feeling?

Tang Yuan's gaze swept over Tang San.

Finally, his gaze fell on that crooked Lone Bamboo.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly.

A cold, mocking sneer appeared on his face.

Tang Yuan raised a hand.

With a casual wave, a Blue-Gold flash streaked past.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The Ten-Year Lone Bamboo Yu Xiaogang had praised to the heavens

instantly turned to dust.

Not even a scrap remained.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened.

He watched the Soul Beast he had so carefully selected vanish into ash, yet he did not dare utter a single word.

Tang Yuan slowly lowered his hand.

His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing straight into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

His voice was icy, devoid of even a trace of warmth.

"A Ten-Year Lone Bamboo?"

"This kind of trash Soul Ring—

you actually dared to let him absorb it?"

"Are you trying to ruin him, or turn him into a useless waste like yourself?"

Tang Yuan showed no mercy with his words.

Every word was like a slap

viciously striking Yu Xiaogang across the face.

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth.

He wanted to argue.

He wanted to bring up his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul.

But before that terrifying pressure, he realized he did not even have the courage to speak.

Tang Yuan rose from the throne.

He took one step forward.

His body landed lightly on the ground.

Not even a speck of dust stirred.

Ignoring the heavily guarded army around him, he walked straight toward Tang San.

With every step, the aura around him grew stronger.

That air of one long accustomed to power, that domineering presence that looked down upon the world, made Tang San feel as though he could barely breathe.

Yet he did not retreat.

Instead, he stubbornly raised his head

and met Tang Yuan's eyes.

Tang Yuan stopped two steps away from Tang San.

Looking at this childish-faced younger brother, Tang Yuan snorted inwardly.

What fine respect for one's teacher.

If he had arrived even a step later today, this brat's foundation would have been completely ruined.

Twin Martial Souls.

Innate Full Soul Power.

Absorb a Ten-Year Lone Bamboo as the first soul ring?

This was utterly absurd.

Tang San looked at the Ten-Year Lone Bamboo that had been reduced to dust on the ground, and his heart suddenly clenched.

Even though he had lived two lives and possessed the Mysterious Heaven Skill, facing the young man seated upon the throne and surrounded by hundreds of imperial elites still made him tremble.

He was far too powerful.

With just a casual wave of his hand.

There had not even been a flash of any soul skill, yet that tough Lone Bamboo had turned to ash.

If that move landed on a person...

Tang San did not dare dwell on it. He clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

He glanced at Yu Xiaogang, who had collapsed into the mud, his face full of terror and indignation.

This was his teacher.

Although Tang San had also harbored a momentary doubt about this ten-year soul ring, the Tang Sect's rules were strict.

A teacher for a day, a father for life.

Since he had kowtowed and become his disciple, he could not retreat now that disaster had struck.

Tang San took a deep breath and, under that overwhelming pressure, forcibly took a step forward, shielding Yu Xiaogang behind him.

He raised his head. Though his body trembled slightly from fear, his gaze remained fixed on Tang Yuan upon the throne.

"Who exactly are you, sir?"

Tang San's voice was somewhat hoarse, but he tried his best to remain composed.

"Even if this Soul Beast did not suit your wishes, there was no need to destroy it like this."

"Besides, why did you insult and humiliate my teacher?"

At this point, Tang San straightened his back, as if trying to bolster his own courage.

"My teacher, Yu Xiaogang, is a renowned Theory Master in the Soul Master World."

"His theory of the Ten Great Martial Soul Core Competencies has shaken the ages."

"Even if your strength reaches the heavens, you cannot so casually trample upon a scholar's dignity."

Upon hearing this, Ying Qi, the Chief Guard who had remained at Tang Yuan's side, had already placed his hand on his sword hilt, his gaze as if he were looking at two corpses.

With just one look from the Prince, he would immediately chop the old man and the youth into minced meat.

Yet Tang Yuan merely lounged lazily against the throne, toying with a gleaming gold soul coin as it rolled and danced between his fingers.

Hearing Tang San's righteous words, Tang Yuan did not get angry.

He merely gave a contemptuous snort.

The sound was not loud, yet it struck Tang San and Yu Xiaogang's hearts like a heavy hammer.

"Master?"

"Shaken the ages?"

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth curled into a mocking smile, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Taking a pile of basic materials copied from Spirit Hall and cobbling together a heap of garbage riddled with logical flaws, and you dare call that theory?"

"It is nothing more than worthless paper that misleads others."

The moment those words were spoken, Yu Xiaogang, who had been cowering on the ground, sprang up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Yu Xiaogang could accept that he lacked strength.

He could accept that he was unattractive.

But his martial soul theories were the only pillar sustaining his spirit throughout his life—the foundation upon which he survived and even dreamed of making a name for himself.

This was his reverse scale.

Whoever touched it, he would fight them.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang no longer cared about the other party's identity. Red-faced and thick-necked, he shouted:

"Who are you?! What right do you have to deny me?!"

"Do you know how many ancient texts I consulted and how many places I traveled for these theories?!"