Humiliating Yu Xiaogang, Theoretical Plagiarism!

Yu Xiaogang was pinned to the ground by the pressure of Soul Power, his entire body going rigid.

The flush drained from his face at a visible speed, leaving it pale as paper.

"Impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled violently, his eyes bloodshot.

Those secret ancient texts he had taken such pride in, treasured as priceless relics.

Those martial soul theories that had earned him the title of Grandmaster and the reverence of countless commoner Soul Masters.

Were they merely a few scraps of waste paper casually left behind decades ago by this young man who looked barely over twenty?

This truth, which overturned everything he believed, was like a rusty blunt knife stabbing viciously into his most fragile pride.

"Fake! It's all fake!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head and screamed himself hoarse.

He no longer cared about Qian Daoliu's terrifying Peerless Douluo pressure.

"Spirit Hall and Blue Silver Academy are in cahoots!"

"Qian Daoliu, you are the grand worshipper! Have you no shame, lowering yourself to put on an act with some brat?"

"My Ten Core Competencies are unparalleled in the world! They are the culmination of my life's painstaking work!"

"Xu Qing! You thief who stole my life's work! You'll die a horrible death!"

Yu Xiaogang's hair was disheveled and spit flew from his mouth. He had completely descended into a crazed, broken state.

He could not accept that the pride of his entire life had become a complete and utter joke before this young man in green.

He panted heavily, his venomous gaze fixed on Xu Qing as though he wanted to devour him alive.

Xu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm. He could not even be bothered to refute him.

But Bi Ji behind him could not tolerate it.

This stunning woman, graceful in figure and gentle in temperament, would never allow anyone to insult her benefactor like this.

Bi Ji took a step forward and lightly raised her fair, delicate hand.

A streak of incomparably pure emerald light gathered in her palm.

She casually pressed her index and middle fingers together, then lightly slashed through the air in Yu Xiaogang's direction.

An almost imperceptible sound of tearing cloth rang through the air.

A crescent-shaped emerald blade instantly tore through the void and swept silently past the crowd.

It was so fast that even the sect masters present could not fully catch its trajectory.

"Pfft—"

Yu Xiaogang's curses abruptly stopped.

A right arm still clad in a coarse cloth sleeve flew high into the air, scattering a shower of scarlet blood.

The severed arm spun several times in midair before crashing heavily beside Tang San's feet.

A full two seconds passed before the intense pain finally broke through his nerves.

"AHHH!!!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his right shoulder, blood gushing from it as he rolled wildly on the ground and let out an utterly miserable howl.

His face twisted in agony, filled with overwhelming hatred and endless misery.

"Teacher!"

Tang San's eyes nearly split apart. He hurriedly pounced forward, sealed the acupoints around Yu Xiaogang's wound, and desperately applied the wound medicine he carried.

Flender, Ma Hongjun, and the others staggered back in fright, their faces as pale as paper.

Bi Ji slowly withdrew her hand and looked down coldly at Yu Xiaogang. Her exquisite face was filled with chilling frost.

"If you dare speak disrespectfully of Senior Xu Qing again, the next thing I cut off will be your head."

Her voice remained soft and gentle, yet it now carried killing intent cold enough to chill one's bones.

Her ability to sever an arm from afar sent shockwaves through every major faction.

Yu Yuanzhen of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect's pupils contracted sharply, his withered hand clenching instinctively.

Even if Yu Xiaogang was an abandoned son expelled from the sect, he was still Yu Yuanzhen's biological son.

Yet before this woman in green, Yu Yuanzhen could not summon even the slightest thought of taking revenge.

He simply could not see through this woman's cultivation!

Tang Xiao of the Clear Sky Sect sucked in a cold breath and exchanged looks with several elders, their eyes full of shock.

Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince, Xue Qinghe, quietly swallowed as well.

The leaders of every faction felt towering waves rise within their hearts at once.

A woman who looked like nothing more than a maid could wield such earth-shattering power with a mere gesture.

Blue Silver Academy truly hid dragons and crouching tigers. Its foundations were unfathomable!

The intense pain briefly restored some clarity to Yu Xiaogang's mind, but the jealousy and resentment in his heart grew madly like wild grass.

He gritted his teeth and swallowed the blood and broken teeth in his mouth.

He was finished. Even his last shred of dignity had been torn to pieces.

If that was the case, then even in death, he would drag this academy down with him!

Enduring the agony, Yu Xiaogang raised his head, cold sweat covering his face as his wolfish gaze locked onto Ning Fengzhi at the front of the crowd.

Back at the camp, the Shrek group had already planned to use this opportunity to spread rumors and incite the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect against Blue Silver Academy.

Now was the perfect chance.

"Sect Master Ning!"

Yu Xiaogang's voice was hoarse and ragged, like sandpaper scraping across a tabletop.

"You have all been deceived by this den of demons! Blue Silver Academy may appear righteous on the surface, but behind the scenes, it commits nothing but heinous deeds!"

"Why do you think they suddenly closed their doors to visitors and held this ridiculous birthday banquet?"

"When I came here, I heard that your sect's young lady, Ning Rongrong, disappeared near Blue Silver Academy several days ago!"

Yu Xiaogang coughed blood as he frantically stoked the flames, a strange and miserable smile pulling across his face.

"They have not only stolen my theories, but have also secretly kidnapped the geniuses of various sects to turn them into their own foundation!"

"Sect Master Ning, if you do not seek justice now, your daughter may have already become a dried corpse!"

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the venue became exceedingly strange.

Every gaze immediately focused on Ning Fengzhi.

Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had kept Ning Rongrong's departure from home tightly under wraps, the top factions present had all heard some rumors.

The people from the various factions immediately lost interest in celebrating the birthday. They folded their arms and stood to the side, eagerly watching the spectacle.

On one side was the unfathomable Blue Silver Academy, before which even Qian Daoliu had to kneel.

On the other was one of the Upper Three Sects, wealthy enough to rival a nation and guarded by two Super Douluo.

If these two sides clashed, it would certainly become a world-shaking drama.

Ning Fengzhi's brows furrowed tightly.

Naturally, he would not fully believe the rabid accusations of Yu Xiaogang, that mad dog biting everyone in sight.

But Ning Rongrong truly had vanished within the territory around Blue Silver Academy, and there had been no news of her ever since.

As her father, his anxiety had long burned like fire.

Ning Fengzhi fell into a brief struggle.

Reason told him that he should not provoke this mysterious Dean Xu Qing now.

But his daughter's safety outweighed everything else.

After a brief hesitation, Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, straightened his appearance, and slowly stepped out from the crowd.

He first cupped his fists toward Xu Qing and gave him the respectful salute of a junior.

"Dean Xu Qing, although Yu Xiaogang's words are extreme, there is one matter that Ning must ask about."

Ning Fengzhi raised his head and stared straight into Xu Qing's eyes, his tone neither servile nor overbearing.

"My wayward daughter, Ning Rongrong, left home without permission several days ago. Her trail vanished after she wandered near your academy."