"You... deserve to die..."
Tang Hao was so furious he felt like exploding. It would have been fine if he had kept his mouth shut, but the moment he spoke, he hit the target dead-on.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others wore looks of utter disgust, all turning their heads away, unable to bear watching.
"Cough, cough, cough."
Tang Hao nearly choked to death on the spot.
That was a mouthful of ten-year-aged pickled cabbage!
"Wait."
Yu Luomian suddenly stepped out from the back and called out:
"Jade Family disciples, come out. Each of you, go spit on that useless Yu Xiaogang ten times."
Yu Xiaogang: ???
Yu Xiaogang had originally been marveling that the Clear Sky Douluo truly lived up to his name. His tolerance was simply incredible.
Clear Sky Douluo, six hundred sixty-six.
And just like that.
The spectators turned their attention onto him. A group of Jade Family disciples walked over together.
"You..."
Seeing them, Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot with hatred.
It was them!
These bastards were the ones who had loved humiliating him the most back then. Damn it! Why weren't they dead? Why hadn't they died together with the Blue Tyrant Clan?!
"Pah!"
"Yu Xiaogang, you useless trash. And you call yourself Grandmaster?"
"I spit in your face."
"What 'there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters'? You're the most laughable piece of trash on the continent, garbage that will stink for ten thousand years."
"Ptooey!"
"What I hate most is trash like you—useless, yet always pretending to be something special. You couldn't even break through Rank 30. What the hell were you showing off for every day?"
"And you call yourself Grandmaster? Which one of your theories was actually discovered by you, Yu Xiaogang?"
"Trash, pah."
"Your father gave you so many