Looking at the three people before him, Tang San could not help but recall his memories: back when he had met them at Notting Academy, he had even knelt and kowtowed three times to take the other man as his master.
Later, in the Soul Hunting Forest, that man had actually claimed that a ten-year Lone Bamboo suited him better. His subsequent help had been fairly ordinary as well; aside from some basic knowledge, only the cultivation method for Twin Martial Souls had been somewhat useful.
Ma Hongjun's body trembled slightly as he looked at the three people before him. The newcomer was his benefactor and teacher, Flender. If Flender had not raised him, he would have long since burned to death from his raging desire.
"Teacher? Headmaster? And Mistress?"
Tang San's eyes widened as though he had seen a ghost. It had been twenty or thirty thousand years already—how the hell were these three still alive?
That was the question in his heart. Naturally, he also sensed the god-level aura emanating from them, and was instantly dumbfounded.
With Liu Erlong, Flender, and Yu Xiaogang's trash-tier talent, gods had actually taken a liking to them? How marvelous!
The three people opposite him spoke as well. Yu Xiaogang pointed at Tang San and immediately berated him.
"Tang San! You unfilial disciple, you actually refused to take me to the God Realm! I see that you have chosen the Way of Certain Death! Today, I, Yu Xiaogang, will clean house! Flender, Erlong, come help me!"
As he spoke, he activated Martial Soul Possession. A purple Swine appeared, while five divine rings emerged behind Yu Xiaogang at the same time. Fart God! A second-level god!
"Little San, we truly misjudged you. Then you cannot blame us."
"Today, we'll help Xiaogang deal with you,