Yu Xiaogang Brags, Then Gets Slapped in the Face

"Senior, that was truly a misunderstanding just now. I really am a master of theory."

After being taught a lesson, Yu Xiaogang still failed to learn his place, attempting to bluff his way out instead.

"Your Excellency Poison Douluo, have you ever heard of the Pope of Spirit Hall?"

Seeing that Dugu Bo was losing his patience, Yu Xiaogang began to use Bibi Dong's name as a shield to deceive him.

"Bibi Dong? She is indeed a figure of note."

"But what does that have to do with a piece of trash like you?"

"One is level 29, the other is a Titled Douluo..."

Dugu Bo said coldly, his icy gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaogang repeatedly.

It was highly unlikely that a forty-something-year-old level 29 Great Spirit Master could have any connection to the high and mighty Pope.

However, since the other party dared to mention the Pope, what if they really were acquainted?

For a moment, Dugu Bo found it difficult to judge.

Witnessing this scene, Tang San's eyes turned blood-red, his breathing ragged like an ox.

He clenched his fists so hard his veins bulged, yet he said nothing, merely shifting his gaze back and forth between Dugu Bo and Yu Xiaogang.

"Senior, you may not know this, but although the Pope's status is high, back when we were young, Bibi Dong and I were both in Spirit Hall, researching martial soul theories together."

"At that time, the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls that I founded were something she greatly admired."

"Because of that, I even became an elder of Spirit Hall."

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, clasped his hands behind his back, and struck a pose of a master, feigning profoundness.

"What kind of bullsh*t Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls is that? How come I've never even heard of it?"

Dugu Bo was not so easily fooled. He thought for a long time but couldn't recall such a thing; it clearly wasn't any famous work.

Could this Yu Xiaogang be a fraud?

"I don't believe Bibi Dong would associate with a piece of trash like you. She is the high and mighty Pope."

"If you cannot provide a reason that convinces me, and you are deceiving me, I will cripple you right now."

Dugu Bo hadn't wanted to tangle with him, but Yu Xiaogang's shameless posturing—being both incompetent and arrogant—deeply disgusted him.

"You may not have heard of me, but you must have seen this Pope Token, right?"

Yu Xiaogang pulled a token from his person and held it up before Dugu Bo.

Dugu Bo's expression froze instantly. This token... did it really look like a Pope Token?

"You actually have a Pope Token? How did you get it?"

Dugu Bo could hardly believe his eyes. Could this Yu Xiaogang really be an elder of Spirit Hall?

However, surprise was one thing; he felt no fear. Even if he killed this guy, no one would ever know he had done it.

"Naturally, it was given to me by Bibi Dong."

"Senior should believe in the relationship between Bibi Dong and me now, right?"

"My Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls were personally recognized by the Pope herself."

Dugu Bo looked at Yu Xiaogang with suspicion and said, "I have never heard of the theories you speak of."

"How about this: tell me a few of your martial soul theories, and let me see exactly how much substance you have."

Dugu Bo stood with his hands behind his back. The Pope Token appeared genuine, but he couldn't bring himself to believe anything else Yu Xiaogang said.

After all, this piece of trash was over forty and his cultivation level was lower than his own granddaughter and apprentice; no matter how he looked at it, he was a failure.

"One of my Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of Martial Souls is that plant-type martial souls are not necessarily unable to absorb beast-type spirit rings!"

He immediately turned to look at Tang San, his tone incredibly earnest, "My apprentice here followed my martial soul theory and added a beast-type spirit ring, allowing his Blue Silver Grass, a trash martial soul, to possess powerful control."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than Dugu Bo burst into loud laughter.

"I thought it was some profound theory; it turns out to be worth nothing!"

"What you're talking about has long been common knowledge across the continent. For tens of thousands of years, plant-type spirit masters absorbing beast-type spirit rings have been as numerous as hairs on an ox, and there are plenty of beast-type spirit masters who absorb plant-type martial souls. You call this a theory?"

"You've cracked me up, old man."

"And here I thought you were some master of theory."

"You're just a swindler and a fraud."

"This isn't a theory at all."

"You've simply repackaged common martial soul knowledge and claimed it as your own."

"You still want to deceive me? I think the lesson you learned earlier wasn't enough!"

A vast amount of spirit power erupted from Dugu Bo, instantly pressing down upon Yu Xiaogang.

Unable to withstand the pressure, Yu Xiaogang collapsed to his knees on the spot, unable to even stand back up.

"Explain yourself clearly: how exactly did you come to possess this Pope Token?"

Dugu Bo knew that the Pope Token was an incredibly rare item. There were only six in total: one for each of the Upper Three Sects, and three held by Spirit Hall.

For such a precious object to end up in the hands of Yu Xiaogang was simply inconceivable.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's expression froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched. For a moment, he couldn't find a single point to refute. He knelt on the ground in silence for a while, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, before he finally spoke.

"I am the son of Yu Yuanzhen, Sect Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. Poison Douluo, I ask that you show mercy."

"My father is not someone to be trifled with."

Seeing that he couldn't fool Dugu Bo, Yu Xiaogang brought out his other background, hoping to intimidate him.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect?"

"Yu Xiaogang?"

"So it's you!"

"I remember now."

Dugu Bo sneered coldly, "So you're that piece of trash."

"I heard that Yu Xiaogang committed incest with his own cousin and was kicked out of the family—isn't that you?"

"You still have the nerve to go around swindling people?"

"I despise cowardly trash like you the most."

Dugu Bo quickly recalled some rumors regarding the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.

Back then, the story of the incest between Yu Xiaogang and his cousin Liu Erlong had spread throughout the spirit master world, and the prestigious Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect had lost quite a bit of face because of it.

He hadn't expected the person involved to appear before him, still trying to swindle others.

Dugu Bo laughed.

"If that old dragon from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were here, I might show him some respect."

"But you are nothing more than a notorious piece of trash expelled from your sect. How dare you act wild in front of me?"

"Even if the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect seeks revenge, what do I have to fear?"

"If I make a move, I can ensure that everyone in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, aside from their Titled Douluo, will be wiped out!"

Having thoroughly uncovered Yu Xiaogang's background, Dugu Bo no longer felt the need to be wary of anything.

He had previously thought Yu Xiaogang might truly have a formidable background.

But with Yu Xiaogang exposing himself like this, he immediately understood the man's trump card.

It was nothing more than this!

As the words fell, the Grandmaster's face turned ghastly pale. The muscles at the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

For a moment, he was unable to speak; he was furious and humiliated, yet had no way to refute the claims.

In an instant, his face flushed red and he panted like an ox, his emotions on the verge of exploding, yet he was forced to hold them back.

Clearly, he dared not provoke the Titled Douluo Dugu Bo, for doing so would be seeking his own death.