Su Yuntao's words—"Did you really think I didn't know where that token of yours came from?!"—
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exploded in Master Yu's mind. His pupils abruptly constricted, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
If Martial Soul Hall discovered that he had ties to Tang Hao, then perhaps only Pope Bibi Dong in this world could protect him.
The moment those words were spoken, even Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, clenched his fists tightly, his icy gaze locking onto Su Yuntao as killing intent surged around him.
Yet Su Yuntao's next words made him freeze stiff.
"This Pope's Token is clearly forged." Su Yuntao snatched the token from his hand and looked at him with disdain.
Hearing this, Master Yu subconsciously pressed a hand to his chest and let out a long breath. Thank goodness he didn't guess the truth...
Once he came back to his senses, he flew into a rage. "Nonsense! Who on the continent would dare forge a Pope's Token? This one is real!"
"Aren't you daring enough?" Su Yuntao raised a hand and lightly patted his cheek, sneering. "Not only did you dare to forge one, you even dared to flaunt it around."
Master Yu felt humiliation unlike anything he had ever experienced and roared in fury, "Insolent! I am the Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! One day, I will tear you to pieces!"
"Oh?" Su Yuntao raised an eyebrow. "If you're truly the Young Master, then show your martial soul. If it really is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, you won't even need to do anything—I'll immediately self-destruct right here."
"I..." Master Yu instantly deflated. His mutated martial soul was an eternal pain in his heart, as well as the source of his miserable life.
Seeing his spirit falter,