Lin Yuan VS Yu Xiaogang, Master Bloodied! No Match!

A moment later.

Dugu Yan exhaled a long, turbid breath, her tightly furrowed brows completely smoothing out.

She snapped her eyes open, a brilliant flash of purple light flickering in her pupils, while a deep yellow spirit ring pulsed rhythmically beneath her feet.

"Grandfather! I succeeded!"

Dugu Yan sprang up from the ground, her face filled with the wild joy of one who had survived a brush with death.

Not only had she successfully absorbed the six-hundred-year top-tier poison spirit ring, but the Jade Phosphorous Serpent venom within her body had also been refined into something even purer by this surge of energy.

The entire scene fell into a deathly silence once more.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged, and he stood frozen in place as if his soul had been sucked dry.

Once could be luck, but what about twice?

Two six-year-old children, right under his nose, had broken the four-hundred-and-twenty-three-year ironclad rule he regarded as absolute truth, one after another.

The self-esteem Yu Xiaogang had cultivated over the years was crushed into dust at this very moment.

He whipped his head around, venting all his fury onto Lin Yuan, the one who had triggered it all.

"You little liar, spouting nothing but nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Lin Yuan's nose and cursed venomously.

"What could a six-year-old brat like you possibly know about the truths of martial spirits? You're just spouting gibberish!"

"How dare you flaunt such evil, crooked methods that overdraw one's life potential!"

Yu Xiaogang's insults grew increasingly vile, his tongue running wild as he launched the most malicious personal attacks against Lin Yuan.

"A freak like you, acting so wayward—it's clear you were born without upbringing! You lack discipline!"

"Today, I shall act on behalf of your elders and teach you a lesson, you little mongrel who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

Before the words had even faded, Yu Xiaogang let out a roar and, like a mad dog, lunged toward Lin Yuan with his legs splayed.

In his narrow-minded perception, although the boy before him had some twisted theories, he was ultimately just a six-year-old brat who had only just awakened his martial spirit.

As a level twenty-nine Soul Grand Master, dealing with a mere child should be a simple matter he could handle with a flick of his wrist.

Watching Yu Xiaogang pounce toward him, Lin Yuan didn't even lift an eyelid.

He stood quietly in place, hands still tucked in his pockets, his posture not shifting in the slightest.

Just as Yu Xiaogang's gaunt fist was about to smash into Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan stepped back half a pace with his right foot, and a profound, dark aura suddenly converged upon his right fist.

The bloodline power of the Nine Nether Beast erupted like a long-suppressed volcano.

This was the absolute suppression of an innate full spirit power of level twenty, combined with the terrifying physique of an ancient fierce beast.

Lin Yuan threw a punch with calm composure, shrouded in dense dark energy; it struck first despite starting later, landing solidly in the center of Yu Xiaogang's chest.

"Crack—"

A teeth-grinding sound of bone fracturing rang out abruptly in the silent forest.

Yu Xiaogang's chest instantly caved inward.

Before he could even let out a scream, his entire body was sent flying backward, feet off the ground, as if he had been rammed by an Iron-Armored Rhinoceros charging at full speed.

With a dull thud.

Yu Xiaogang slammed heavily into a thick tree trunk over ten meters away, shaking leaves down in a rustling shower.

He collapsed into the mud, his chest heaving violently, and he suddenly opened his mouth to vomit a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

Lin Yuan did not stop his movements.

He began to walk, unhurried and steady, toward the collapsed Yu Xiaogang.

The rustling sound of his boots treading on dead branches and fallen leaves sounded like a death knell to Yu Xiaogang's ears.

Reaching him, Lin Yuan looked down at Yu Xiaogang, who lay there like a dead dog.

He raised his right foot and stepped directly onto the hand Yu Xiaogang was using to try and push himself up, applying force to grind down with his ankle.

"Teach me a lesson?"

Lin Yuan's voice was as flat as water, yet it carried a chill that made one's scalp tingle.

"With your pathetic caliber, do you even deserve to?"

As the weight beneath Lin Yuan's foot increased.

The crisp sound of Yu Xiaogang's wrist and finger bones shattering echoed out, and his entire right arm bent at an incredibly grotesque angle.

The excruciating pain of ten fingers connected to the heart instantly overwhelmed Yu Xiaogang's nerves; he convulsed all over, letting out shrill, piercing screams like a slaughtered pig.

This scene happened too quickly and was far too visually shocking.

Standing behind them, Dugu Yan covered her small mouth with both hands, her large eyes wide with shock at Lin Yuan's decisive and ruthless methods, yet for some reason, she felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

Hu Liena, meanwhile, had eyes shining with light, her small hands clenched into fists in excitement, her gaze toward Lin Yuan filled with undisguised, fanatical worship.

The way his boss moved was simply boundless in its coolness.

Dugu Bo stood to the side with his arms crossed, showing not the slightest intention to intervene.

On the contrary, the gaze he leveled at Lin Yuan held a hint of undisguised admiration.

In this world of soul masters where the strong preyed upon the weak, talent was certainly important, but possessing such a decisive and ruthless temperament was the true trump card for reaching the pinnacle.

Dugu Bo turned his head, cast a cold glance at Yu Xiaogang rolling on the ground, and began to curse him out directly.

"A total piece of trash! A level twenty-nine piece of garbage who can't even take a single punch from a six-year-old child, yet you actually have the nerve to strike first! You've truly opened my eyes today."

Listening to the constant wailing beneath his feet, Lin Yuan felt a sense of boredom.

He slowly lifted his foot, and the moment Yu Xiaogang tried to catch his breath, he swung his instep fiercely.

With another kick directly to his stomach, he sent Yu Xiaogang tumbling several meters away like a rolling gourd.

Lin Yuan shoved his hands back into his pockets, looked down at the mud- and blood-stained Yu Xiaogang from his superior position, and delivered his final verdict.

"Your theories are absolute trash."

"And your strength is even trashier than your theories."

Yu Xiaogang clutched his stomach, cold sweat pouring down from the pain.

He dug his fingers deep into the mud, exerting every last ounce of his remaining strength to struggle to his feet.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably, and his cheeks had turned a liver-colored shade from the pain and extreme humiliation.

Yu Xiaogang lifted his head with difficulty, his eyes bloodshot and filled with venomous resentment.

"Just you wait... I will make you regret this!"

"I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will cultivate a true peerless powerhouse! I will use his achievements to prove to the entire world that my theories are absolutely correct!"

"When that day comes, I will make all of you kneel before me like dogs and repent!"

Facing this delusional, barking rant, not a single ripple appeared on Lin Yuan's face.

He simply took a casual, small step forward, dropped his shoulder slightly, and feinted as if he were about to throw another punch.

At this tiny movement.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been spouting nonsense just a second ago, let out a strange shriek, his legs turning completely to jelly.