Only You Still Naively Revered Him as a Grandmaster!

"Tang San! Don't listen to his nonsense! He's making it up! He's trying to shake your resolve!" Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang could no longer hold back. He shouted desperately, his face flushing red with agitation and a certain terror.

His abrupt behavior immediately drew disgusted looks from the surrounding teachers and students.

During a match, verbal interference and psychological warfare were part of battle. Yet as a spectator, he had openly disrupted the rules of the match. He had no sportsmanship whatsoever.

The Dean of Nuoding Academy's expression darkened. He could no longer stand by and watch.

With a flash, he appeared beside Yu Xiaogang and swiftly tapped a finger forward. His Soul Power sealed Yu Xiaogang, cutting off the words in his throat.

Yu Xiaogang's face was full of anxiety, but he could neither move nor make a sound.

Ye Mu ignored Yu Xiaogang. He slowly rode forward, his iron spear angled toward the ground as he watched Tang San struggle to his feet.

Ye Mu's words from moments ago echoed repeatedly in Tang San's mind, along with the image of his Blue Silver Grass helplessly shattering again and again beneath Ye Mu's strength. A seed of doubt had already been planted.

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: I'm dying of laughter. This is the so-called Grandmaster? All I see is a fraud struggling before he gets exposed.]

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: Sigh...]

[Heaven Dou Empress Little Angel: Now you know how blind you were back then, right?]

[Rakshasa Sister Not Short of Money: Get lost. This has nothing to do with you!]

[Cat Star Person Never Admits Defeat: This guy is so disgusting. Trash talk is part of fighting, but interfering from outside the match like this is revolting!]

[Heaven Dou Empress Little Angel: Just look at how anxious he is now. You can tell he's scared Ye Mu will reveal everything.]

[Little Witch of the Glazed Tile Sect: I really want to know whether Tang San will turn on him once he learns Yu Xiaogang's true face.]

[Heaven Dou Empress Little Angel: He definitely will. Tang San looks like the type who seems righteous on the outside but is dark inside. I hate people like that.]

Ye Mu was slightly startled inwardly. As expected of the Crown Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire. His judgment of people was quite sharp.

Tang San truly was that kind of person.

"Do you know? The best path for Blue Silver Grass is the Life Attribute. Is that your teacher?" Ye Mu asked.

Tang San nodded. "That's right. My teacher is Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang."

The corners of Ye Mu's mouth rose slightly. "It seems you really don't understand any Soul Master knowledge. Or rather, you knew very little before taking him as your teacher. Otherwise, you wouldn't have chosen someone like him."

Tang San's breathing quickened slightly, as though Tang Syndrome were about to flare up. "What do you mean?"

"Do you know what phrase your teacher is always repeating?"

Without waiting for Tang San to answer, Ye Mu said, "There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

"What's wrong with that?! I'm proof of it." Tang San was confused.

"Oh? Then what is your teacher? Level 29 for his entire life—was it because he didn't want to become a Soul Elder, or because he was simply a Waste?" Ye Mu mocked.

"My teacher had an accident!"

"A Waste is a Waste! There are no accidents!"

With his voice sealed, Yu Xiaogang could only watch helplessly as Ye Mu spoke eloquently before everyone, every word stabbing straight into his heart.

His eyes nearly split apart, his chest heaving violently. A blaze of shame, fury, fear, and towering rage seemed ready to consume him.

Unfortunately, he could not say a word.

Hearing Ye Mu call his teacher a Waste, Tang San flew into a rage.

"Shut up!" Tang San roared. "My teacher taught me all my Soul Master knowledge! You are not allowed to insult my teacher!"

In his fury, he no longer held back.

His hands swept across Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, and more than ten streaks of Cold Light shot silently toward Ye Mu's vital points from every tricky angle.

These were his Hidden Weapons.

Faced with the dazzling assault of Hidden Weapons, Ye Mu merely chuckled.

"What laughable weapons. You are as laughable as your teacher." Sitting upright on his War Horse, he lit up his Second Soul Ring once more. "Before absolute strength, such petty tricks are useless."

"Second Soul Skill: Iron Hoof Stomp!"

The War Horse stomped heavily, and the familiar Shockwave exploded outward.

As the Hidden Weapons entered the range of the shockwave, they rang out in a dense series of clinks before turning into scraps of metal and scattering in every direction.

They did not even touch the corner of Ye Mu's clothes.

"Can you see clearly now?" Ye Mu pressed forward on horseback, his iron spear following like a shadow and forcing Tang San back again and again, leaving him no chance to draw more Hidden Weapons.

"The so-called knowledge your teacher taught you was nothing more than a patchwork of basic Soul Master knowledge.

Even if he had not taught you, could any instructor at Nuoding Academy not have taught you these things?

If a Level 29 Soul Master could truly create some unique, world-shaking theory, would this academy—or the entire world of Soul Masters—even need to exist?"

His words struck Tang San's understanding like heavy hammers.

Ye Mu's spear attacks remained fierce. Every strike carried immense force, forcing Tang San to push Mysterious Jade Hand and Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to their limits just to barely evade them. His arms had already been shaken numb.

"Let me tell you one more thing." Ye Mu's voice suddenly turned cold. "Your precious teacher, Yu Xiaogang, was born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. He is the biological son of Yu Yuanzhen, the current Sect Master.

Tell me, if the legitimate son of a Sect Master from one of the Upper Three Sects were not an irredeemable Waste, would he have come to this remote little city to drift around in a Junior Soul Master Academy?

A man abandoned completely and denied by his own father, a Title Douluo-level powerhouse..."

"Someone like that." Ye Mu's spear tip suddenly accelerated, breaking through Tang San's desperate defense and pointing straight at his throat. "Only you still naively revere him as a Grandmaster!"

The instant the final word fell, the tip of the iron spear stopped steadily one centimeter before Tang San's Adam's apple.

The icy sensation made every hair on Tang San's body stand on end.

If this had been a real battle, he would already be dead.

He panted heavily, sweat covering his forehead as his chest rose and fell violently.

Everyone watched the scene while holding their breath. The students and teachers of the academy all stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang.

They had never expected that this man, whom everyone looked down upon, was actually the son of a Sect Master from the Upper Three Sects.

Though he had been cast out of his family, his bloodline was still that of the Upper Three Sects.

Then... wasn't that far too useless?

Ye Mu's words were blades, every sentence cutting to the bone.

The son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's Sect Master... expelled from the sect... disowned even by his Title Douluo father... a Waste!

Yu Xiaogang's face turned paper-white. He glared at Ye Mu with bloodshot eyes, wishing he could swallow him alive.

Pfft! Overwhelmed by extreme rage, Yu Xiaogang could no longer suppress it. His body shook violently, and he spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. He looked like a guttering candle in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment.