"Gangzi!"
"Y-You need to pull yourself together."
Flender sat down by the bed and reached out to press a hand onto Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled slightly.
At last, he reacted.
That blank expression slowly began to twist.
The searing pain between his legs, the despair of having his theories crushed...
All his emotions came surging back at that moment.
"Flender..."
Yu Xiaogang spoke.
His voice was as hoarse as a castrated pig!
Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul was originally a pig?
Then never mind!
"I'm here."
Flender hurriedly gripped Yu Xiaogang's hand.
"Help me."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes finally moved, turning toward Flender.
A twisted, near-mad fire burned in those eyes.
"That Jiang Ming... his Soul Ring configuration... yellow, purple, black, black... No normal person could possibly possess Soul Rings like that... He must be an Evil Soul Master!"
"He must be!"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly sat up, both hands clamped tightly around Flender's arms, his nails nearly digging into Flender's flesh.
"I want him dead! Flender! I want him dead!"
"His Soul Rings are so strange. He must have obtained them through the methods of Evil Soul Masters!"
"As long as we spread this information, Spirit Hall won't let him off!"
"Heaven Dou Empire won't let him off! The entire Soul Master World won't let him off!"
Yu Xiaogang's face was savage and distorted, like an evil ghost that had crawled out of hell.
Flender looked at the madness burning in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, his heart filled with complicated emotions.
The Yu Xiaogang he knew was a theoretical Grandmaster who refused to bow his head even when mocked by the entire Soul Master World.
He was a scholar so stubborn that he was infuriating, yet admirable.
But the man sitting before him now was merely a vengeful man whose