Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at the six Spirit Rings. Though he had heard Tang San and the others talk about them, seeing them with his own eyes was even more shocking.
Every theory he had ever known regarding Soul Power advancement crumbled at that moment. A fifteen-year-old Soul Emperor, absorbing a ten-thousand-year Spirit Ring beyond his level—this completely defied the Martial Soul growth laws he had spent his life researching!
"Impossible... This is impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly let out a beastlike roar. He frantically clawed at his hair, his eyes bloodshot behind his lenses, then continued shouting:
"My theory cannot be wrong! Luo Sanpao, tear him apart!"
With that shrill summons, a short, bloated mutated Martial Soul prepared to charge forward. Yet faced with the overwhelming pressure Shen Lian radiated from the air, Luo Sanpao curled into a ball in fright and let out whimpering cries.
Seeing this, Shen Lian threw back his head and laughed, his laughter shaking leaves loose from the surrounding trees.
"And this dares call itself a Martial Soul? Your so-called theory is nothing but discarded scraps from Spirit Hall!"
He suddenly dove down. The shockwave whipped up by the Vermilion Bird Wings gouged two deep trenches into the ground. Then, to utterly destroy Yu Xiaogang's spirit, Shen Lian shouted at him:
"Do you know why you can't break through level thirty? Do you want to break through level thirty? You don't know, and you do want to reach level thirty, but you can't! And you call yourself a Martial Soul master!"
Yu Xiaogang suddenly froze as though struck by lightning.
Shen Lian's words were like a sharp blade, stabbing straight into his most vulnerable heart.
The research he had treated as everything, the theories he had preached throughout the Soul Master world—all of it seemed