Spurned by Ten Thousand! A Storm of Trash Drowns the Pseudo-Master!

Bibi Dong's clear, cool voice seemed to possess a kind of magic that could pierce through people's hearts.

Wrong?

These two words, like two invisible hammers, struck the hearts of hundreds of thousands of Soul Masters in the square!

Among the crowd, the expressions on the faces of the many commoner Soul Master who had just remained silent because of their "benefits" instantly froze.

After a brief silence, an even more violent uproar erupted!

"What?! Yu Xiaogang's theory... is wrong?"

"How is this possible! I attached the Soul Ring exactly as described above, and there haven't been any problems!"

"But... but this was said by His Holiness the His Holiness the Pope himself. With His Holiness's status, he wouldn't lie to us about something like this, would he?"

Whispers coalesced into a buzzing sound, and everyone's face was filled with confusion, shock, and a barely perceptible hint of panic.

On the cross, Yu Xiaogang, who had just been gloating over the "tacit approval" of the crowd, felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water the moment he heard those words, chilling him to the bone.

He sensed that what Bibi Dong was about to say was the real trump card she had prepared for him today!

No!

We can't let her continue!

"You're spouting nonsense!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly raised his head and, with all his might, let out a hoarse and sharp roar!

He stared intently at Bibi Dong on the viewing platform, his bloodshot eyes filled with a final madness.

"You're saying my theory is wrong? What evidence do you have?!"

"How dare you, a despicable person, completely negate the results of my painstaking research with just a few words?!"

He was like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, his voice cracking with excitement.

"Yes! Evidence!"

Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on the book cover, his voice hoarse.

"It says here that the maximum lifespan of the First Soul Ring is 423 years, Second Soul Ring is 764 years!"

"Isn't this the final conclusion I reached after countless calculations and deductions, working day and night?!"

This logically rigorous question, brimming with "scientific spirit," silenced the previously restless crowd once again.

Yes.

This logic makes sense.

If Yu Xiaogang really plagiarized, how could a low-level Soul Master like him verify this information?

If he didn't figure it out himself, where did these precise year dates, accurate to the single digit, come from?

In an instant, everyone's attention was once again focused on Bibi Dong.

They wanted to see how the young Pope would respond to this seemingly unsolvable question.

On the viewing platform, Ning Fengzhi and the others also frowned slightly.

It must be said that Yu Xiaogang asked a truly tricky question.

However.

Under the spotlight.

Bibi Dong's face showed no surprise or embarrassment.

She even let out a contemptuous sneer.

The laughter wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, like a merciless slap across Yu Xiaogang's face.

"Evidence?"

Bibi Dong slowly raised her slender hand, her nails painted with purple nail polish, pointing towards Yu Xiaogang on the cross.

"Your question, in itself..."

"This is the irrefutable evidence that you plagiarized!"

Boom!

Yu Xiaogang's mind went blank with a buzz.

"Because..."

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned cold and majestic, like Deity pronouncement, resounding through the heavens!

"The age limit of Soul Ring that Soul Master can absorb is never a fixed number!"

"It is directly proportional to the Soul Master's own physical strength!"

"The stronger the body, the higher the maximum age of the Soul Ring it can absorb!"

"Vice versa!"

Bibi Dong's gaze was like two sharp scalpels, dissecting Yu Xiaogang's pitiful theory thoroughly.

"And you!"

"You idiot who can't even copy correctly!"

Her voice was filled with undisguised contempt.

"You simply copied the 'maximum absorption years' for each Soul Ring level from the Spirit Hall's historical documents, without any changes!"

"You have no idea what level of physical strength those predecessors who were able to reach or even surpass this age limit possessed!"

Bibi Dong's words were like bolts of black lightning, striking Yu Xiaogang's head repeatedly!

His mouth was agape, his face was deathly pale, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Because everything Bibi Dong said was absolutely right!

Back then, he actually only found these records in the incomplete ancient books of the Spirit Hall and then regarded them as the so-called "limit theory"!

Looking at his distraught appearance, Bibi Dong's smile grew even more cruel.

"Do you know...?"

Her voice echoed Youyou, like a curse from the deepest hell.

"If Soul Master's physical strength is insufficient, yet they blindly believe in your nonsensical 'limit theory' and recklessly absorb Soul Ring beyond their own limits..."

What will be the outcome?

She paused, and each word she uttered was like an ice pick dipped in deadly poison, piercing deeply into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"The only outcome is that they'll explode and die!"

Upon hearing this,

Suddenly, several piercing screams erupted from the hundreds of thousands of spectators in the square!

"What?!"

"The truth... the truth is actually like this?!"

A middle-aged man suddenly rushed out of the crowd, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a madman!

He pointed at Yu Xiaogang on the cross and made a tearful accusation!

"My daughter! My daughter believed your Grandmaster theory!"

"She said the limit for the First Soul Ring is 423 years, so I found a 400-year-old Soul Beast to hunt for her!"

"The result... the result was that he exploded and died on the spot while absorbing the Soul Ring!"

This piercing accusation was like a signal!

Immediately afterwards, a second, a third, and countless other voices boomed from all directions of the crowd!

"And my younger brother! He died because he was chasing after the so-called ultimate Soul Ring!"

"Yu Xiaogang! You murderer!"

"Give me back my brother's life!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

Immediately, public sentiment was outraged!

Countless bloodshot eyes were fixed on the utterly dejected figure on the cross, as if they wanted to devour him alive!

Sudden!

Someone pulled a rotten egg from their bag.

He used all his strength to smash it hard towards the cross!

"Smack!"

A sticky, muffled sound.

The rotten egg traced an arc through the air and exploded with perfect precision on Yu Xiaogang's forehead!

The foul-smelling egg yolk, mixed with nauseating bits of eggshell, slowly trickled down his pale cheeks.

This seemed to be a signal.

A signal that completely ignited the anger of the entire audience!

"Smash him to death!"

"Yes! Smash that hypocrite to death with something!"

The next second.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh--!"

Countless "Hidden Weapon" flew in from all directions of the crowd, overwhelming everything!

Leftover rotten vegetable leaves!

These steamed buns have been sitting for who knows how long, and they've already grown green mold!

Even... smelly shoes that have been taken off and have a strong odor!

Countless pieces of trash created an unprecedented "garbage storm," completely engulfing Yu Xiaogang on the cross!

"Smack!" "Smack!" "Thump!"

All sorts of trash kept hitting him, his face, and his head.

At first, Yu Xiaogang could still subconsciously twist and dodge.

But he soon gave up.

There's no escaping it.

There's no way to avoid it.