"There are countless Soul Masters in this world, and even the number of Titled Douluos exceeds ten."
"But someone who has reached my position without a single Soul Ring?"
"Who besides me, Yu Xiaogang, could have done it?"
In Spirit Hall's plaza,
Yu Xiaogang stood on a raised platform, looking down over Spirit Hall's imposing army. Pride and ambition swelled in his heart, leaving him thoroughly pleased with himself.
Soul Masters were a dime a dozen.
But an ordinary man whose authority spanned the world, who commanded all its Soul Masters? He was probably the only one in the history of the Douluo Continent.
Sure, he lived off a woman.
So what?
So what if he was useless? So what if he had no soul power?
He had succeeded!
He had reached heights those who mocked him could never attain, heights even his father, Yu Yuanzhen, could never reach.
He was better than Yu Yuanzhen!
He had done it.
At the summit, every other mountain looked small!
"That's right, Xiao Gang. You're stronger than anyone."
"Those so-called Soul Masters are nothing but trash with more talent than you."
"Through your own hard work, you've reached a height they can only look up to!"
"Who but you could command all the world's Soul Masters as an ordinary man?"
"You're better than ordinary people, and better still than Soul Masters!"
Bibi Dong followed behind Yu Xiaogang, her admiration bordering on fanaticism.
This was her man—a mere mortal who commanded Soul Masters!
He was incredible. Who besides Yu Xiaogang could have done it?
This was exactly the sort of man she should follow!
"Don't worry, Dong'er. I'll lead Spirit Hall to unify the Douluo Continent!"
Brimming with heroic ambition, Yu Xiaogang swept his hand imperiously, as though the world were already in his