Shattered First-Love Rose-Tinted Glasses! Bibi Dong Disappointed in Gangzi!

"Gang, speak!"

Song Ye was working hard enough to shatter his mother's superstitious authority.

He continued to look at Yu Xiaogang with provocation, sneering and questioning:

"Aren't you a theoretical master? Confess the upper limit of your own soul ring absorption age, down to the exact year."

"Then take a look, is my thousand-year soul ring guaranteed ripe?"

He kept talking, but Yu Xiaogang was already dumbfounded, leaving only his lips parting and closing with inaudible muttering.

Yet Yu Xiaogang knew clearly that he could not leave such a question unanswered.

Ultimately, he gritted his teeth and refused to admit it, saying:

"You... don't think you can use this kind of method to slander this master!"

"From ancient times to the present, no one has ever been able to absorb a thousand-year ring for their first one. Xiao San, do not be bewitched by him. If you do not believe it, ask the people around here; there has never been a thousand-year first ring."

"This is definitely an illusion-type or simulation-type soul skill of his!"

"I never expected that I, Yu Xiaogang, by making my martial soul theories public and moving so many people's cheese, would encounter someone like you specifically sent to deal with me."

"Little beast, can this kind of method of yours prove that this master's theory has problems? Who cannot see that you are faking it?"

Not to mention, a thousand-year first ring was indeed eye-catching enough, but it was also enough to invite suspicion.

Even Tang San, as he listened, could not help doubting at this moment whether the person opposite him was truly someone deliberately trying to smear his teacher.

Only Song Ye remained unhurried, slowly retracting his own soul ring as he said calmly:

"You can never wake a person who is pretending to sleep."

"Your name is Tang San, right? The fact that you could become Yu Xiaogang's disciple is enough to show there is something wrong with your brain."

"Those logical loopholes in Yu Xiaogang's theories—I am too lazy to list them one by one."

"Let me just say this: when you took him as your teacher, he should have told you his proudest line, which is 'There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters', right?"

Song Ye asked Tang San. Although Tang San was on guard, he also wanted to know the truth about his teacher.

Tang San nodded and asked in return, "Is there a problem with this sentence?"

Song Ye chuckled lightly: "Your teacher Yu Xiaogang, whose martial soul is Luo Sanpao, has been unable to break through level 30 for his entire life."

"For a soul master, the Soul Power Level is the standard that determines whether one is trash."

"That being the case, is your teacher a martial soul trash, or trash himself?"

Song Ye spoke and laughed while looking at Tang San with a measure of anticipation and banter.

Upon hearing this, Tang San immediately froze in uncomprehending silence.

Unable to break through level 30 for his entire life. There are no trash martial souls, only trash soul masters.

Tang San suddenly sensed a problem, and he hurriedly looked toward Yu Xiaogang.

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang felt lingering fear once more, cold sweat breaking out across his back.

He had never expected that the famous quote he uttered could have its loopholes seized by this brat.

"This..."

Unable to answer, Yu Xiaogang could only look at Tang San.

Consequently, the master and disciple simply stared at each other like that.

Only, within Yu Xiaogang's eyes, what was revealed was tension and panic; within Tang San's gaze, what was revealed was doubt and inquiry.

Yu Xiaogang panicked all over again, gritting his teeth as he shouted:

"Xiao San, do not let him influence you!"

"I, how could I possibly be a trash soul master? I am a master of the theoretical realm!"

"This brat has come specifically to slander your teacher. Xiao San, do not fall for his tricks!"

"But Teacher, those words of yours really..." Tang San still furrowed his brow.

Things had reached this point, and there were both soul ring age issues and trash martial soul issues.

No matter how willing Tang San was to trust Yu Xiaogang, he had to admit that out of the problems Song Ye raised, Yu Xiaogang could not refute even a single one.

Could it be that he truly had chosen the wrong master?

Could it be that this Yu Xiaogang really was just trash, and that his own judgment had failed him?

Seeing Tang San display such an expression, Yu Xiaogang flew into an absolute rage:

"Damnable, this is all your fault, you little beast!"

"For you to slander this master like this and sow discord, I see you are tired of living!"

"I, I..."

"This master will surely teach you a proper lesson!"

As he spoke, to prove himself, Yu Xiaogang swiftly summoned his martial soul.

Instantly, the pig-like Luo Sanpao appeared.

If he could not resolve Song Ye's problem, he would resolve the person who posed the problem, Song Ye!

Yu Xiaogang did not believe that killing this Song Ye would fail to bring Tang San back into the fold!

"Little beast, this master will never spare you!"

Fart like thunder, earth-shattering Luo Sanpao!!

The moment his voice fell, Yu Xiaogang had already gathered his Soul Power, and Luo Sanpao beneath his feet similarly flashed with a soul ring, preparing to attack.

Yet at this critical juncture, Bibi Dong at the side finally understood.

"Who dares touch my son!"

"Not even you!"

Fond of Yu Xiaogang though she was, right now Song Ye was her only son.

Even her most beloved Gangzi was not qualified to harm Song Ye.

The next instant, Bibi Dong released her pressure right on the spot.

Even without summoning her martial soul, the terrifying pressure of a Title Douluo was enough to withstand the full-strength attack of a Soul Grandmaster.

The next second, the artillery shell released by Luo Sanpao shot toward Song Ye, only to be scattered by Bibi Dong's pressure in the blink of an eye!

"Yu Xiaogang, you are also a theoretical master of the martial soul world. Just because a child pointed out your flaws, you are going to take action against him?"

Bibi Dong questioned with a trace of heartache:

"Doesn't acting like this only prove what the child said? Doesn't it prove even more that you are jumping the wall like a cornered beast?"

"Could it be that your martial soul theories truly were plagiarized, or riddled with problems?!"

"Aren't you a theoretical master?!"

Bibi Dong shouted these words partly to protect Song Ye.

On the other hand, she had stayed at the side all along, watching Song Ye point out problem after problem.

Starting from the very first issue, as Bibi Dong watched Yu Xiaogang fail to answer, she had sensed something was amiss.

Over all these years, Bibi Dong held feelings for Yu Xiaogang, yet they would also fade with the passage of time.

Now, her own six-year-old son was able to point out the theoretical loopholes of you, Yu Xiaogang.

Unwilling though she was to admit it, Bibi Dong had no choice but to accept that, most likely, the Yu Xiaogang she adored truly had issues in his theories.

Let alone the fact that Yu Xiaogang wanted to harm Song Ye—she would never allow it!

At this moment, Bibi Dong stared fixedly at this former old flame, her emotions incomparably complex.

She watched Yu Xiaogang's panicked appearance; she watched as Yu Xiaogang resorted to physical action when he could no longer argue his point.

Bibi Dong only felt that the Yu Xiaogang of the past—spirited and vowing to the entire world that he would prove himself through theory—had changed...

Perhaps this was also the power of time, or perhaps Yu Xiaogang had never been as exceptional as she had originally imagined him to be.

Bibi Dong looked at him with both lingering emotion and a sense of loss.

Even Yu Xiaogang himself, having had his Luo Sanpao attack blocked by Bibi Dong, was suddenly taken aback.

With astonishment, he blurted out:

"You, you are at least a Soul Emperor?"

He pointed at Bibi Dong.

For reasons unknown, as he looked at the slightly disguised Bibi Dong now, an inexplicable sense of inferiority and familiarity arose within his heart.

It was as if his own ugly side had been seen through by someone of great importance.