The three exchanged glances, bitter smiles in their eyes.
So that was it.
All their past grievances had been suffering for nothing.
A complete disaster out of nowhere.
After a long while.
The crowd surrounding Yu Xiaogang gradually dispersed, every one of them wearing an expression of lingering satisfaction.
As though they had done something indescribable to Yu Xiaogang.
Finally.
Yu Xiaogang's appearance came into everyone's view. He lay curled up on the ground in a wretched state. His flamboyant red outfit had long since been torn to shreds, exposing countless bloody scars—each one a stroke of everyone's hatred for him.
Tears welled in Yu Xiaogang's dull, lifeless eyes. Grievance and fury filled his heart, as though he had suffered the torment of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of people.
Two large words were carved onto his forehead: "Bitch!" His left cheek bore the words, "I'm shameless!" His right cheek read, "I'm trash!"
And all over his body were densely packed carvings: vile, shameless, trash, freak, pervert, and countless other insults. The most distinctive were: "Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right. Old Ox at the waist, dragon head on the chest."
On his left shoulder was carved: "There are no trash martial souls." On his right shoulder: "Only trash soul masters."
Across his chest was written: "Trash Grandmaster."
At his waist: "I'm very prominent."
Yu Xiaogang was utterly despairing, miserable beyond words.
Yet.
When Su Chen and the others saw the words carved onto him, they had not thought much of it at first. But the moment they saw those four words at his waist, they burst out laughing.
"Pfft!"
"Who the hell did that?"
Everyone looked at one another and shook their heads in unison, indicating that it was not them!
With hundreds or thousands of people