The moment he said that, the entire venue fell deathly silent.
Seriously, how did this Grandmaster have the nerve to say something like that?
Wasn't it perfectly normal for Soul Masters to get hurt while fighting?
Besides, Tang San did not look injured at all.
See? Even his wounds had healed.
Jiang Liang sneered.
"Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you'd cultivated yourself to the point of lying with your eyes wide open."
"Come on, why don't you take a look at the things beside Tang San?"
With a cold smile, Jiang Liang pointed at the flying daggers and needles scattered across the ground, their chilling glint flashing beneath the sunlight.
"If those things had been fired, I'd be lying on the ground right now without even a corpse left behind!"
"You say I disregarded the bond between fellow disciples. Did Tang San care about it?"
"Come! Look me in the eyes and say that!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the hair and forced his head back.
The surrounding teachers and students began whispering among themselves, their gazes toward Yu Xiaogang filled with extreme contempt.
Xiao Wu chimed in from the side, "Exactly! Tang San really wanted to kill Jiang Liang just now."
"On the other hand, Jiang Liang was already being kind by not truly going for the kill!"
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red, yet he still held his neck stiffly and roared stubbornly,
"So what if Tang San used those things? Aren't you unharmed?"
"Putting that aside, weren't you wrong for hitting him so heavily?"
The moment his words fell, a crisp slap rang out.
Jiang Liang sent him flying with a slap, and a fiery red handprint appeared on his face.
Jiang Liang snorted coldly, then bent down and wiped