You Must Hand Over the Secret of Martial Soul Evolution Today, or... or You'll Get a Slap!

Yu Xiaogang suddenly turned his head and saw a tall, handsome young man slowly walking over from the other end of the street.

It was Ronan, who had just returned from Holy Soul Village!

The moment Yu Xiaogang saw Ronan, an extremely complicated emotion flashed through his eyes.

There was jealousy, anger, resentment, and a trace of greed.

He and Ronan had both once been disciples of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, and both of their Martial Souls had been the failed mutant Luo Sanpao!

Unable to solve the problem with his Martial Soul, he had ultimately chosen to study Martial Souls.

Ronan, meanwhile, had mysteriously vanished after being expelled from the sect.

Until years later, when Ronan reappeared and displayed terrifying strength as a level-forty Soul Ancestor.

What shocked and enraged Yu Xiaogang even more was that Ronan's Martial Soul had evolved from that useless Luo Sanpao into the legendary top-tier Martial Soul, the Golden Sacred Dragon!

This news had caused an enormous uproar in the Soul Master world at the time, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect in particular had been greatly shaken.

When Yu Xiaogang learned of it, he had nearly gone mad.

We were both trash. Why could your Martial Soul evolve while I could only remain stuck at level twenty-nine for the rest of my life?!

He had once searched frantically for Ronan, hoping Ronan would tell him the method for Martial Soul Evolution.

But Ronan had mercilessly refused him and harshly humiliated him.

Since then, Yu Xiaogang had never seen Ronan again.

He could only bury that jealousy and resentment deep in his heart, continuing his so-called Martial Soul theory research in an attempt to prove his own worth that way.

It was only recently, after learning that Ronan had married Tang Yuehua, the mistress of Moonlight Pavilion, that he found hope again.

He felt this was a perfect opportunity. As long as he could meet Ronan, he would surely find a way to force Ronan to hand over the method of Martial Soul Evolution!

"Ronan!"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Yu Xiaogang looked at Ronan and said stiffly, "You finally showed yourself."

Ronan walked to the entrance of Moonlight Pavilion and gave Yu Xiaogang a cold glance, his eyes filled with disdain and disgust.

"Get lost. Moonlight Pavilion does not welcome a fraud like you." Ronan bluntly ordered him to leave.

"You!"

Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage as he pointed at Ronan and shouted, "Ronan, don't get too cocky!"

"I came to give you an opportunity today!"

"An opportunity?"

Ronan snorted as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world.

"What opportunity can a level-twenty-nine piece of trash like you offer me?"

Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fury in his heart before saying in a low voice:

"As long as you hand over the method of Martial Soul Evolution, I can plead with the sect master to grant you the Yu surname again and allow you to return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect!"

"This is the opportunity you've always dreamed of!"

In Yu Xiaogang's eyes, returning to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect and reclaiming the Yu surname was the greatest dream of every disciple expelled from the sect.

He believed Ronan would never be able to refuse such temptation.

However, upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's words, Ronan burst into laughter.

"HAHAHA... Yu Xiaogang, is your brain full of water or shit?"

Ronan laughed until tears nearly came out, pointing at Yu Xiaogang with mockery and disdain in his voice.

"Return to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect? Reclaim the Yu surname? Do you think I give a damn?"

"You..." Yu Xiaogang froze. He had not expected Ronan to react like this.

"Let me tell you something, Yu Xiaogang."

Ronan's smile vanished as he stared at him coldly.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect today is less than shit in my eyes! As for your so-called opportunity, save it for yourself!"

"Y-you actually dare insult the sect!"

Yu Xiaogang's face turned livid with rage, and even the finger pointing at Ronan trembled violently.

"Insult? I'm merely stating a fact."

"How was I expelled from the sect back then, if not because of you?"

"Though strictly speaking, I should thank you. If you hadn't gone to that old bastard Yu Yuanzhen and had me expelled from the sect, I might never have found the method to evolve my Martial Soul!"

Ronan's words were like a sharp blade, viciously stabbing Yu Xiaogang in the heart.

He knew Ronan was telling the truth.

But he needed something from Ronan now, so he could only endure the humiliation in his heart and continue:

"Ronan, the past is already behind us."

"As long as you hand over the method of Martial Soul Evolution, I can guarantee that the sect will not treat you poorly!"

"Enough!"

Ronan impatiently cut Yu Xiaogang off.

"Yu Xiaogang, my patience has limits!"

"I'll say this one last time. Get lost. Right now. This instant!"

"Otherwise, I don't mind making trash like you disappear from this world for good!"

"Ronan! Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Yu Xiaogang pointed at Ronan's nose, his voice shrill.

"You think being strong now means you can look down on everyone?"

"Without the foundation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Sect, how could you have awakened your Martial Soul back then? Everything you have was given to you by the sect!"

"Now the sect is giving you a chance to return to your roots, yet you dare spout such outrageous nonsense!"

"You must hand over the secret of Martial Soul Evolution today, or..."

Slap!

Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, a crisp, resounding slap suddenly rang out.

Ronan had truly had enough of this piece of trash buzzing around like a fly.

He did not even use Soul Power. With a casual wave of his hand, a powerful gust of wind lashed directly across Yu Xiaogang's face.

Yu Xiaogang did not even see Ronan move. He only felt an overwhelming, terrifying force fiercely strike his left cheek.

His gaunt cheek instantly caved in, and several bloodstained teeth sprayed wildly from his mouth.

Then Yu Xiaogang's entire body lifted off the ground like a tattered sack.

He traced a miserable arc through the air and was sent flying by that single slap!

Bang! Crash—!

Yu Xiaogang flew dozens of meters before smashing viciously into a fruit stall at the corner of the street.

The sturdy wooden stall was instantly shattered, and all kinds of fruit rolled across the ground.

Beside the stall, an innocent passerby buying fruit was also knocked to the ground by the sudden flying man, clutching his arm and crying out in pain.

The street instantly fell deathly silent.

Ronan did not even glance at Yu Xiaogang in the distance, whose fate was unknown. His gaze fell upon the affected passerby.

He casually brushed the Storage Spirit Tool at his waist, and a heavy money pouch appeared in his hand.

Whoosh—

The money pouch arced through the air and landed precisely in the injured passerby's arms.