As the divine trials of the three continued, Master Yu had completely lost his temper.
The scenes before him made it impossible for him to keep himself under control.
Those wanton bursts of laughter ringing in his ears caused him immense anguish.
Yet all Master Yu could do now was repeatedly hypnotize himself deep down.
Everything before his eyes was an illusion.
Only then could Mubai and the others become gods!
Only after they became gods could they overthrow Spirit Hall's rule!
For the greater good, to wash away the humiliation Jiang Li had inflicted upon him, to prove to the world that Yu Xiaogang's theories were invincible...
Erlong's small sacrifice was worth it!
Doo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo~ Doo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo~
"Master Yu, isn't your disciple impressive?"
"Im... impressive."
Time passed second by second.
When the pleasant notification that they had passed their divine trial finally sounded in the ears of Dai Mubai and the other two, Master Yu had already curled his gaunt body tightly into the darkest corner of the room.
He huddled into a ball like a frightened quail, both hands clamped tightly over his ears, his ten fingers digging deep into his signature crew cut.
He even tore out strands of gray hair streaked with blood, yet felt no pain at all.
The proud master who had once stood with his hands clasped behind his back, habitually explaining Invincible Theory to everyone in an inscrutable tone, now resembled a homeless dog whose spine had been completely broken.
His eyes were shot through with crimson veins, his unfocused pupils trembling violently.
His pale lips moved as though he were delirious, endlessly muttering dry, neurotic words:
"For the greater good... this is all for becoming gods... only this way can we defeat Spirit Hall..."
"Erlong, your sacrifice was worth it... Yes, my