It's been... a long time, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang.

Dugu Bo took a sudden step forward, and the terrifying pressure of Titled Douluo erupted like an invisible tsunami!

All the guests in the hall whose Soul Power was less than that of Spirit Saint instantly felt a suffocating pressure, and their faces turned pale! The cups, plates, and bowls emitted a slight tremor and hum!

"Is this your bullshit theory?"

Dugu Bo's gaze swept over Lin Xia, who was sitting next to the main seat, with extremely subtle detail, before he continued:

"You coward, hiding behind books, Coaching others with your own delusions, yet you can't even break through to the high-level Soul Master! You piece of trash! What right do you have to be called Grandmaster?"

"What right do you have to spout such nonsense here? How many promising talents have you ruined with your harmful ideas?! How many families' hopes have you dashed?! You, Yu Xiaogang, are a sinner in the Soul Master World!"

"Coward! Trash! Sinner of the Soul Master World!"

These eight words, like eight poisoned daggers, pierced Yu Xiaogang's heart. Then, Dugu Bo, a Titled Douluo, amplified them with his Soul Power, making them resound throughout the hall, in front of the Crown Prince, all the nobles and commoners of the Heaven Dou Sect!

Yu Xiaogang's body swayed violently, as if struck by an invisible hammer!

The deepest scars and the most feared label of "useless" were brutally and openly torn open by Dugu Bo!

His lips trembled violently, his face turned from white to green, then from green to ashen, and a hoarse, gurgling sound, like a broken bellows, came from his throat, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He wanted to argue, to roar, to prove he wasn't a loser!

But Dugu Bo's terrifying pressure as Titled Douluo was like an invisible giant hand gripping his throat, crushing his last shred of pitiful dignity!

Dead silence.

An unprecedented, suffocating silence fell over the hall.

Then, the deathly silence shattered like ice being struck by a boulder!

"My God! His Majesty Dugu himself has come out to testify..."

"They won't even acknowledge evolutionary examples? This theory is way too... rigid!"

"So he's not even Soul Elder? He's all talk?"

"Coward... useless... Your Majesty Dugu's insults were so harsh! But... it seems you weren't wrong?"

"Why would His Crown Prince invite someone like that?"

"It's over, the Grandmaster is completely finished..."

The gazes of the powerful and wealthy quickly shifted from initial shock to extreme contempt, disgust, and a hint of barely Frisk schadenfreude.

Those ordinary scholars who were initially curious about Yu Xiaogang's theories now only showed deep disappointment, contempt, and anger on their faces—they felt they had been fooled by a fraudster with a hollow reputation who had caused great harm!

The murmurs and chatter surged like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Shrek's table.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were deathly pale, feeling extremely uncomfortable, wishing they could disappear into the ground.

Tang San clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deep into his palm. He looked at his teacher's swaying back, which seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, his eyes filled with disbelief, shock, immense humiliation, and a hint of... wavering that even he himself did not Frisk.

Behind the screen, Bibi Dong stood quietly.

When she heard Hu Liena and Yan's doubts, her eyes remained unmoved; the name Yu Xiaogang no longer stirred any emotion in her heart.

However, when Dugu Bo, filled with overwhelming hatred, "Coward! Trash!" echoed throughout the hall, the corners of her mouth, hidden beneath her hood, curved upwards in an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible way.

It wasn't because of Yu Xiaogang's experiences, but because... her gaze Infiltrator the gap, firmly Lock-On onto the profile of the boy who stood at the forefront of the storm, controlling the entire domain.

Lin Xia stood tall beside Qian Renxue, the lamplight outlining his handsome and resolute features.

He raised his head slightly, a cold flame burning in his deep eyes—a flame not for Yu Xiaogang's destruction, but for... her.

To "avenge" her.

To make her "happy".

An unprecedented, pure, and warm torrent instantly shattered the last remaining icy barrier in her heart.

The chilling and twisted aura originating from the Rakshasa Evil Thought vanished without a trace in the face of this pure warmth, like a thin mist under the blazing sun.

A warm, almost tranquil feeling enveloped her weary soul.

Lin Xia's heart was always tied to her.

The moment Dugu Bo finished speaking, he clearly sensed that behind the screen, the Rakshasa Evil Thought that had been clinging to Bibi Dong like a bone-deep sore was slowly melting away, just like ice thrown into a furnace!

Lin Xia was overjoyed, her eyes sharp as knives, as she suddenly swept her gaze across the distraught figure in the arena.

The real show is just beginning!

He took a deep breath and, under Qian Renxue's slightly questioning gaze, slowly took a step forward.

This step was like crushing Yu Xiaogang's last shred of dignity, nailing him to the pillar of shame.

All eyes in the hall instantly focused on this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

Lin Xia did not immediately step forward to deliver a fatal blow to Yu Xiaogang.

He admired Yu Xiaogang's frozen expression at that moment—his rigid and gloomy face had completely lost its color because of Dugu Bo's words "coward and waste," turning ashen like rotten wood. His body trembled slightly uncontrollably under the remaining pressure of the Titled Douluo, and his eyes were empty and unfocused, as if his soul had been completely shattered and ripped away by those eight words.

The surging waves of disdainful whispers in the hall, and the overwhelming sense of shame felt by the Shrek members, all imbued the scene with a cruel beauty.

A playful, almost cruel smile played on Lin Xia's lips. At the climax of this interplay of deathly silence and clamor, he moved.

He didn't release any pressure; he simply stepped forward calmly from Qian Renxue's side.

This step, like a drop of boiling oil thrown into a pot, instantly drew the attention of everyone in the room who had not yet focused on it.

All the noise seemed to be strangled by an invisible force, and the hall fell into a deeper, suffocating silence once again. Everyone held their breath and waited to see how the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, who had always been hidden by the Crown Prince's side but had suddenly stepped into the eye of the storm, would deal with the "Grandmaster" who had just been nailed to the pillar of shame.

Lin Xia stood still, her gaze like a precise scalpel, cutting into the depths of Yu Xiaogang's empty pupils.

His smile remained gentle, and his voice, though not loud, was clear enough for every corner of the hall to hear clearly, carrying a deliberately crafted familiarity reminiscent of a long-awaited reunion.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it really is... a long time no see, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang."

Lin Xia's voice carried a perfectly timed sigh, as if she were greeting an old friend she hadn't seen for many years. However, the icy coldness in her smile sent a chill down the spines of the dignitaries present.

Yu Xiaogang seemed to be jolted awake from the brink of drowning by this address!

His pupils suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

"Lin... Lin Xia?!"

A surge of intense shock, disbelief, and a sudden, overwhelming sense of remorse that Wrap his heart like a poisonous vine crashed down on his already crumbling defenses like a tsunami!

The handsome, composed young face before him, radiating a powerful Soul Power, gradually overlapped with the image of the thin, determined boy in his memory at the Notting City Junior Soul Master Academy, whose eyes were stubborn yet calm as he earnestly tried to recruit him!