That... Means... Create an Army!

All the clues instantly connected in Tang San's mind.

The murderous intent in Yu Xiaogang's eyes was insane as he demanded the poison.

He mentioned Flender's feelings for Liu Erlong.

His twisted excitement as he left.

The food and drinks on the table were clearly cheap, suggesting they were intended as an apology.

Flender took out his fine wine.

The traces of an extremely brief struggle.

The entrance is littered with black blood and eerie scales that reek of sulfur!

And... this horrific death!

Tang San's heart was ice-cold.

Yu Xiaogang succeeded!

He really killed Flender!

But... what's with this power?!

The Nine-Infant Powder might at most cause fainting, Flender's Spirit Saint physique is strong enough to withstand it!

That headshot... those eerie powers and scales left at the entrance... that couldn't have been done by the Nine-Infant Powder!

Even the Self-Destruct Spirit Saint's Soul Power might not cause such pure, such... devastating damage!

Yu Xiaogang... what exactly did he gain?!

For the first time, Tang San's perception of his "useless" teacher was greatly shaken, and... a chill he himself was unwilling to admit.

He thought everything was going according to plan; giving Yu Xiaogang the poison would both get him out of trouble and make him appear weak to Flender... But he never expected that this move would actually lead to the tragic death of a Spirit Saint Dean!

And the cause of death was so bizarre!

"It's... Yu Xiaogang..."

Tang San slowly stood up, his voice low and hoarse, carrying a deliberately suppressed heaviness and disbelief.

"The lingering scent of blood at the door... and this..."

Tang San pointed to the strange scale.

"... It contains the remnants of an extremely violent and evil power... though faded, it... resembles the feeling of his final outburst..."

"What?! Yu Xiaogang?! That good-for-nothing?!"

Dai Mubai eyes widened in astonishment.

"How could he?! Dean Flender is Spirit Saint! Even if he just stands there and lets him hit him..."

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Ma Hongjun was kneeling on the ground, suddenly raised his head, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with frantic hatred and disbelief.

"That good-for-nothing! That maggot! What makes him so special?! He must have used some underhanded methods! Someone must be helping him!!"

Oscar stared at the packet of braised tofu, and considering Flender's immediate act of grabbing the food and Tang San's words, he spoke with difficulty.

"Poisoning... He most likely used the colorless and odorless poison that Third Brother mentioned... which instantly rendered the Dean unable to resist... and then..."

He stared at the headless, gruesome sight and couldn't say anything more.

Xiao Wu also looked at the scale and murmured:

"These scales... what a terrifying aura... isn't Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul... Luo Sanpao?"

Her eyes were filled with confusion and fear.

Tang San took a deep breath, his cold gaze sweeping over Dean Flender's miserable corpse before returning to the few incongruous drops of black blood and eerie scales at the doorway.

Yu Xiaogang is gone... He vanished with that eerie power capable of killing Spirit Saint...

The trouble... has gotten even bigger.

He sighed silently to himself, but also felt a sense of relief.

Fortunately, no one knew that he was the one who gave them the Nine-Infant Powder.

Yu Xiaogang, this venomous snake, ultimately bit Flender to death, exposing the unsettling, unknown source of power behind him. This pool of water was deeper and more murky than he had imagined.

"Mu Bai, immediately notify the academy's higher-ups and the Heaven Dou Imperial Security Officer! Seal off the scene! Fatty, my condolences... but now is not the time to lose control! The dean's death will not have been in vain! Oscar, Xiao Wu, thoroughly search the surrounding area to see if there are any other clues!"

Tang San quickly issued the order, his voice regaining a hint of calm, but deep in his eyes surged an unprecedented solemnity and a trace of fear of that unknown power that even he himself was Frisk of.

Yu Xiaogang... what exactly have you become?

In the following period, it wasn't just Lin Xia and her group who were looking for Yu Xiaogang; Tang San and his friends were also searching for him.

After all, everyone is worried about Yu Xiaogang, this unstable time bomb!

However, no matter how hard the two sides pursued him, with the help of the God of Wrath, Yu Xiaogang Yu Xiaogang always managed to escape easily.

After noticing this, Lin Xia also advised Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue to give up directly.

Tang San also tried to persuade Zhao Wuji and the other teachers to give up the pursuit of Yu Xiaogang, but Zhao Wuji refused, after all, he was Flender's good brother for many years!

In the cold, rocky space, the air was thick with the smells of sulfur and decaying flesh.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground, his only remaining right hand gripping the cracks in the rocks so tightly that he was completely unaware that his fingernails were breaking and bleeding.

The ashen wound at the severed arm slowly writhed, sustained only by the weak Divine Power of Wrath, yet it could not stop the continuous loss of life force and the bone-chilling cold.

Bibi Dong's cold, godlike gaze looking down on ants, Lin Xia's all-knowing Keen Eye, and that sacred golden light that made his soul tremble... like a nightmare, repeatedly tore at his remaining sanity.

"Escape... escape is the only option..."

Yu Xiaogang muttered nervously to himself, each breath causing excruciating pain from his severed arm.

"They all have gods watching over them... I... what can I possibly fight? Five years? Ha... I'm afraid I won't even be able to get close to them in five years... God of Wrath! You granted me power, only so that I would be chased around like a rat, hiding here and there, and finally crushed like Flender?!"

Despair, like thick ink, nearly overwhelmed him. The Second Trial of the God of Wrath —to ruin Lin Xia and Bibi Dong's reputations, with a five-year time limit?

In retrospect, it seems more like a malicious joke.

[Waste!]

That violent voice exploded once more deep within his soul, carrying an uncontrollable rage and a hint of... a restlessness Yu Xiaogang had never felt before?

Your despair is more repulsive to me than Flender's brains!

"Nausea?!"

Yu Xiaogang was so provoked by the merciless rebuke that he suddenly looked up, the remaining crimson in his eyes flashing wildly.

"You're the one who turned me into this wretched state! You said they were all blessed by the gods! This severed arm, this crippled body, this insignificant strength—even Flender was only killed by your intervention! Tell me, what am I supposed to do?! Just wait to die?!"

[Shut up!]

The will of the God of Wrath was like an invisible giant hammer, smashing Yu Xiaogang's sea of consciousness into turmoil, almost causing him to faint.

After a brief silence, the voice rang out with a twisted, plotting quality.

[... Power. To gain enough power in a short time to counter their spying and establish a foothold... The conventional path is absolutely impossible for a piece of trash like you.]

The voice paused, as if weighing some taboo.

Yu Xiaogang's heart leaped into his throat, as if he had grasped at a lifeline.

"You... you have a way?!"

[Snort!]

A cold snort, imbued with boundless violence and a hint of absurdity, rang out.

[This god wields the very source of heaven and earth's fury; the resentment of dying beings, their raging destructive urges, their twisted reproductive impulses... all become my kindling!]

His voice became eerie and Captivate.

[If you can't quickly break through in individual strength, then... create an army! An army flowing with the Divine Blood, naturally ferocious, and growing rapidly!]