"My Precious Disciple" Repeatedly, Yu Xiaogang Was Stunned

"Erlong, why are you and this brat...?"

Yu Xiaogang listened to Liu Erlong's words, feeling a sudden, visceral sense of empathy.

At the assessment plaza, he had witnessed the betrayal Tang San and Dai Mubai suffered at the hands of Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

At the time, he had found the spectacle quite amusing.

Never in his wildest dreams did he expect such an absurd farce to play out in his own life, leaving him feeling as nauseated as if he had swallowed a dead fly.

Vaguely, he felt as though he could already foresee his own ending.

After all, the cautionary tales of Tang San and Dai Mubai were laid out right before his eyes; the similarities in their situations were identical.

What kind of sorcery did this Xiao Yexuan possess?

It was truly terrifying!

However, people always subconsciously believe themselves to be extraordinary, convinced they are fundamentally different from others.

Especially Yu Xiaogang.

Although his martial soul was trash and his soul power had stagnated at level 29, unable to make any progress, he possessed a mysterious confidence in two aspects of his life.

One was the martial soul theoretical knowledge he took such pride in, and the other was his firm belief in an indestructible love!

He was absolutely certain that those who truly loved him would never, under any circumstances, betray him!

Therefore, Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, swept a cold, indifferent gaze toward Xiao Yexuan, and then let it fall upon Liu Erlong.

He felt that the more cold and distant he appeared now, the more anxious Liu Erlong would become, and the more she would humble herself to beg him to stay.

Thus, he spoke in a measured, deliberate tone:

"Liu Erlong, have you investigated the background of this disciple of yours?"

Hearing this, Liu Erlong did not take Yu Xiaogang's feigned indifference to heart in the slightest.

She crossed her arms over her chest, curled her red lips, and let out a cold snort from her nose:

"Yu Xiaogang, are you questioning my judgment?"

"Hmph! Yu Xiaogang, how do you think we should settle the score for you bullying my disciple earlier?"

Liu Erlong's temper had always been this way—fiery, unyielding, and quick to ignite.

She strode toward Yu Xiaogang, and with every step, she released an increasingly powerful and majestic aura of soul power.

Yu Xiaogang was merely a level 29 Soul Grand Master; under the terrifying pressure of a Power Attack System Soul Saint, his legs began to shake like chaff in the wind.

As Liu Erlong pressed forward, his knees were on the verge of uncontrollably slamming into the ground.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth, his heart churning with turbulent waves, screaming that this was impossible.

His Liu Erlong clearly loved him so much, so why?

Why was his fate identical to that of Dai Mubai and Tang San, being discarded by her so cleanly and decisively?

He felt he had done nothing wrong!

His gaze drifted with resentment toward Xiao Yexuan, who stood behind Liu Erlong.

Xiao Yexuan's complexion was like jade, his expression calm and composed, as if everything before him had nothing to do with him.

When Yu Xiaogang's gaze landed on him, Xiao Yexuan even "let bygones be bygones" and offered him a faint smile.

But to Yu Xiaogang, that smile was hypocritical to the extreme, utterly nauseating.

"No! Don't you dare hurt my teacher!"

Just as Yu Xiaogang was about to collapse under the pressure of the soul power, on the verge of kneeling, Tang San flashed forward, rushing in front of Yu Xiaogang like an arrow released from a bowstring.

With his still-slender frame, he forcefully blocked that overwhelming, tidal wave of soul power!

"Yu Xiaogang's disciple, heh."

Liu Erlong's gaze fell upon Tang San, her tone laced with mockery and disdain:

"To be a three-ring Soul Elder at such a young age, you are indeed a rare talent, but it is a pity you chose the wrong person to follow."

"This absolute waste, Yu Xiaogang, has not a shred of responsibility, yet he has taught you to be such a scoundrel who bullies the weak!"

"You have the strength of a Soul Elder, yet you have the shamelessness to demand a fight to the death against my precious disciple, who only broke through to become a Soul Master two or three days ago and has only one soul ring?"

"Tell me, do you have no shame at all?"

What did it matter that Tang San had stepped forward?

Liu Erlong released the full extent of her soul power pressure.

In the next second, Yu Xiaogang and Tang San were slammed hard onto the ground by this peerless, powerful force, unable to move.

A weight like Mount Tai descended upon them, sweeping through their entire bodies, leaving them without even the strength to lift their heads; both were severely injured, coughing up blood.

This scene left Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu, who were standing behind, feeling absolutely delighted and refreshed.

In their hearts, they couldn't help but cheer wildly for Liu Erlong.

Such a domineering and fiercely protective teacher was simply too cool!

Especially the way she flew into a rage for the sake of Xiao Yexuan left the three of them in absolute awe, wishing they could immediately become someone like Liu Erlong.

"Erlong, sister! Stop!"

Liu Erlong was in the heat of her anger, recognizing no one and giving face to no one.

Flender, standing in the crowd, saw Yu Xiaogang being crushed into the ground so mercilessly by Liu Erlong and could no longer stand by idly.

His figure flashed as he appeared before Liu Erlong with a bitter expression, his body erupting with the soul power aura of a Soul Saint to help Tang San and Yu Xiaogang withstand that overwhelming pressure.

Only then were the two able to barely scramble up from the ground, drenched in cold sweat and trembling uncontrollably, staring at Liu Erlong in horror.

So, this is the true strength and pressure of a Soul Saint?

Tang San's heart was filled with a complex mix of emotions; he suddenly felt that when he fought the Soul Saint Zhao Wuji back then, the man hadn't just gone easy on him—he had practically let an entire ocean flow by!

"Boss Flender."

Seeing who had arrived, the rage on Liu Erlong's face eased slightly, though she only glanced at him indifferently, her tone distant:

"I wondered who was still protecting this guy Yu Xiaogang; so it was you."

"I didn't expect that after all these years apart, you've also founded an academy..."

Looking at the woman he had once loved to the point of desperation, Flender couldn't help but scratch his head in a flustered manner, his tone somewhat sheepish:

"Erlong, sister, how could the lousy school I run compare to yours?"

"Look at you, in a place like Heaven Dou City where every inch of land is worth gold, sitting on such a massive campus, while me?"

"My academy has only a handful of people, and recently we've been stretched thin, short on funds, forcing us old guys to bring the students out to find another way."

"That's why we've come to rely on you with thick skin."

"Rely on me?"

Liu Erlong acted as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world, sneering:

"Flender, I didn't expect that after all these years, you've also become so shameless."

"Back then, the three of us traveled the continent together, upholding justice."

"But... just a short while ago, Yu Xiaogang fell into the water and nearly drowned to death. Heh, what did you do back then?"

"You might be a decent man, but you are definitely not a good teacher, let alone a good role model!"

"With such a selfish person, it's no wonder your students are so few."

"I wouldn't dare let a 'big shot' like you lower yourself to be a teacher at my academy; you'd better find your own way!"