Bang! Bang! Bang...
The remnants of the army fell to their knees on the spot beneath the overwhelming pressure.
Those without Soul Power died instantly.
Yu Xiaogang's knees gave out. He knelt on the ground, coughing up blood.
At the front of the remnant army, Shen Tianyu and Qian Renxue drifted down.
"Trash! Get up! Weren't you so bold? Why are you kneeling?"
"You..."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in fury. He poured every ounce of strength into trying to stand.
"Garbage! In this world, weakness is the original sin!
If you have no ability, then stay an ordinary person and behave yourself. Why stir up trouble?
Yu Xiaogang, aren't you known as the number one theorist?
A pile of bullshit theories, and you dare call yourself number one?
Let me ask you this: a Martial Soul is inherited from one parent, taking on the higher-quality one.
Isn't that damn obvious? And you treat it like a treasure? Are you an idiot?"
Yu Xiaogang froze, then roared with bloodshot eyes.
"You don't understand anything! Those theories are the work of my entire life."
"Why should Young Master care whether it's your life's work or not? Just answer me: isn't it obvious? Is there really no one else who understands such a simple principle? Do you think everyone else on Douluo Continent is an idiot?"
Faced with that question aimed straight at his soul, Yu Xiaogang found himself speechless.
"And then there's Martial Soul mutation. When inheriting a parent's Martial Soul, there is a certain chance of mutation. A mutated Martial Soul is either strong or weak. Do you really need to announce such common knowledge?
"The amount of Soul Power one possesses upon awakening is determined by the quality of the Martial Soul! Isn't that more nonsense?"
"Every Soul Master has