Yu Xiaogang's hair was disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, as though he had not slept for days and nights.
Watching the snowflakes drift down outside the window, his body would not stop trembling.
Ever since the Martial Soul Ranking had been announced, he had hidden here, too afraid to go outside.
His title of "Grandmaster" was nothing but a joke before those monsters of Great Tang.
What nonsense about there being no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.
When Li Xin's Chaos Sky-Opening Sword appeared, who would dare call that an ordinary martial soul?
Now the Strength Ranking had appeared as well.
The twentieth-ranked Golden Crocodile Douluo had regained his youth.
The nineteenth-ranked Snow Empress had directly broken through the limits of Soul Beasts.
Every single one of these changes was ruthlessly slapping his face and grinding his theories beneath their feet.
"Why... why did this happen?"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly smashed the wine bottle against the wall, scattering shards of glass across the floor.
"I spent my entire life researching, my entire life summarizing things. Was it all just so I could watch these unreasonable monsters run wild?"
He was afraid.
Truly afraid.
Back when he was still in Spirit Hall, he had offended quite a few people.
Later, he had only managed to stand tall again by relying on Tang San.
But now, even that great tree seemed unable to shield him from the wind and snow above.
If Tang San lost, if Heaven Dou City fell...
Yu Xiaogang did not dare imagine the consequences.
He recalled the Great Tang Emperor Li Xin, rumored to be decisive and ruthless in slaughter.
Would a man like that spare useless trash like him, someone who could only wag his tongue?
"No... I can't die. I'm the Grandmaster. I'm the foremost authority