Bibi Dong: Yu Xiaogang, Coward, Trash!

The entire great hall fell into a deathly silence.

Yu Xiaogang stood there blankly, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at his beloved disciple, who had been embedded into the wall and now lay on the ground like a dead dog, his mind replaying that devastating punch over and over again.

What was this?

The peerless genius into whom he had poured all his heart's blood and placed all his high hopes.

He hadn't even touched the corner of his opponent's clothes before being crippled by a single punch?

Tang San lay weakly on the ground, lacking even the strength to straighten his waist.

Those eyes, which had always been filled with confidence and calculation, were now nothing but hollow and dazed.

An extreme sense of frustration shattered all the pride he had built over two lifetimes.

Enduring the tearing pain in his abdomen, he struggled to shift his gaze toward the two yellow and one purple soul rings beneath his feet.

The optimal soul ring configuration.

This was the capital he had always been so proud of.

Then, he lifted his head with extreme slowness, his gaze passing over the wreckage of hidden weapons scattered across the floor to look at Lin Yuan, who stood upon the steps.

Beneath that young man's feet, three soul rings—purple, purple, and black—were pulsing slowly.

That deep, profound black was like a mocking grin, ruthlessly tearing apart Tang San's understanding of the world.

Tang San's chest heaved violently as he struggled to turn his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang, who stood not far away with a face ashen as death.

"Teacher..."

"Didn't you say... that the age of a soul master's soul rings must never exceed the limits of their own body's endurance?"

"You taught me... that the limit for the first soul ring is four hundred and twenty-three years, and that a Soul Elder's configuration should be two yellow and one purple..."

Every word Tang San spoke caused him to cough up blood, yet his eyes remained fixed on Yu Xiaogang's face.

"But... why?"

"Why is his soul ring configuration so terrifying?"

"Why is his first ring a thousand-year one, and his third ring a ten-thousand-year one?"

Tang San asked the question that shattered Yu Xiaogang's psychological defenses.

"Teacher, could it be that your theory... is truly wrong?"

This sentence was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing with pinpoint precision into the most fragile part of Yu Xiaogang's heart.

He wanted to open his mouth to refute it.

However, the ten-thousand-year black ring circling Lin Yuan's body used the cruelest reality to choke all his arguments back into his throat.

Lin Yuan let out a scoff.

"Garbage theory."

Lin Yuan lifted his chin slightly, every word piercing the heart.

"Years ago, I already exposed this pile of scrap metal in public and tore your fig leaf to shreds."

"I never imagined that there would still be blind fools in this world who would treat such a hole-ridden piece of waste paper as a bible to be worshipped."

"Yu Xiaogang, your so-called invincible theory is, in my eyes, not even worth the mud in the sewer outside Martial Soul City."

This merciless humiliation drained the last ounce of strength from Yu Xiaogang.

His knees buckled violently, and he collapsed onto the ground with a heavy thud, clutching his head in agony.

Bibi Dong, who had been sitting upright on the main throne, finally made a move.

Her slender, upright figure leaned forward slightly, and her extremely luxurious saintess gown, inlaid with golden silk patterns, cascaded down the edge of the high platform.

Her flawless, exquisite face, which lacked even the slightest imperfection, radiated an inviolable, supreme majesty.

Her snow-white skin, set off by the dim light of the hall, shimmered with a delicate and enchanting luster, like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Even just sitting there casually, her noble and peerless aura, as if she were a ruler of the world, was enough to make all the beauties of the world pale in comparison.

A flash of extreme disgust crossed Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.

Looking at the limp Yu Xiaogang on the ground, she felt a wave of nausea in the pit of her stomach.

How could she have been so blind back then to think that such a cowardly, hypocritical piece of trash, who only knew how to plagiarize Martial Soul Hall's data to promote himself, was a man of talent?

Bibi Dong's slender, jade-like fingers tapped lightly against the armrest of her throne.

Her voice was clear and carried a pristine nobility as she issued her final ultimatum.

"Throw Yu Xiaogang and Tang San out of here!"

Two Martial Soul Hall guards, clad in heavy armor and possessing the cultivation of the Soul Emperor realm, stepped out from the shadows of the great hall instantly.

They walked forward expressionlessly, one on each side, and seized Yu Xiaogang's arms with extreme brutality, as if they were grabbing a chick.

On the other side, other guards stepped forward and dragged the severely injured Tang San up, just like dragging a dead dog.

Feeling the iron-like grip on his arms, Yu Xiaogang finally jolted awake from the stupor of his collapsing theories.

He realized with a start that if he were thrown out just like this, the secret method of the Twin Martial Souls would be lost to him forever.

Not only that, but he would never be able to set foot in Martial Soul City again for the rest of his life.

Extreme panic instantly overwhelmed his reason.

Disregarding all dignity as an elder, Yu Xiaogang kicked his legs against the floor, struggling violently with every ounce of strength he possessed.

He stared at Bibi Dong on the high platform, as if she were the last straw he could grasp to save his life.

Even as the guards dragged his body toward the exit, Yu Xiaogang desperately craned his neck forward.

"Dong'er! Bibi Dong! You cannot treat me like this!"

"I know I was wrong!"

"I was too impulsive just now; I spoke without thinking!"

He attempted to use the remnants of their past affection to salvage his shattered reputation.

"For the sake of our acquaintance back then, for the sake of our past feelings, I hope you can give me one chance!"

"Just this once! Tell me the secret method of the Twin Martial Souls, and I will leave immediately!"

Such spineless, dog-like begging echoed incessantly throughout the great hall.

However.

Bibi Dong, seated upon the throne, remained as cold as frost, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

The way she looked at Yu Xiaogang was as if she were observing a maggot that had fallen into a cesspit.

There was not a shred of pity, nor the slightest ripple of rekindled sentiment.

All that remained was intense, profound disdain.

A faint chill hung over Bibi Dong's exquisite face.

She truly felt that the man before her was both pathetic and laughable.

Even at this stage, he still tried to use those nauseating past affections to hold her hostage with moral guilt.

Looking at such a spineless piece of trash for even a second longer felt like an insult to her eyes.

"Noisy."

Bibi Dong slightly furrowed her beautiful willow brows, spitting out the two emotionless words from her red lips.

Following this, she tilted her chin slightly toward the guards.

"Hurry up."

"Drag him out of Martial Soul Hall. If he dares to come within half a step of Martial Soul City again, break his legs."

Receiving the order, the guards no longer held back.

The heavily armored guards exerted their strength, a surge of powerful soul power erupting to instantly shatter Yu Xiaogang's ability to struggle.

The two men grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar and, as if tossing out trash, strode toward the hall doors.

"Bibi Dong—"

Yu Xiaogang's wails faded into the distance along the long corridor, eventually cut off as the heavy hall doors slammed shut.