Yu Xiaogang Was Finished

That "hic" was like a needle popping a balloon stretched to its limit.

"Pfft-hahahaha—!"

Oscar could no longer hold it in. He laughed so hard that he collapsed to the ground, like a fish out of water, desperately pounding the floor and letting out painful yet exhilarated bursts of laughter.

Once there was a first, there came a second.

Ma Hongjun's laughter sounded like a crowing rooster—sharp, shrill, and cracking. Clutching his stomach, his plump body rolled across the ground as tears and snot streamed down his face.

"I... I can't... weak resolve... indulged in comfort... hahahaha... level twenty-nine... finished... he ruined himself... hahahaha!"

Dai Mubai had his back to everyone, but his violently shaking shoulders had already betrayed everything. He bit down hard on his arm to keep the laughter from bursting out of his throat, yet the muffled groans he could not suppress sounded even more agonizing than outright laughter.

Zhu Zhuqing finally broke as well. She turned around, buried her face in Dai Mubai's back, and trembled uncontrollably.

It was over.

Completely over.

The teacher's dignity, the master's image—at this moment, they shattered so thoroughly that not even scraps remained.

Tang San was the only one still standing, but he felt that his facial muscles had gone completely rigid, twitching beyond his control. He looked at his companions rolling around on the ground, then at his teacher, whose face was ashen, as if his soul had been ripped away.

He wanted to rebuke them.

But...

I'm sorry, Teacher.

Really, I'm about to lose it too.

This twist, this truth, was simply... far too shocking.

A Bright Sacred Dragon Martial Soul that should have become legend and led the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to another peak had been turned into a pig just because its owner indulged in comfort and lacked the conviction to grow stronger?

This was no longer a tragedy.

It was a comedy, a farce, an absurdist play!

In Yu Xiaogang's world, every sound vanished. He could not hear the laughter of the Shrek crowd, nor could he feel the countless gazes fixed upon him.

Only several icy words remained in his mind from the Sky Curtain.

Weak resolve.

Indulged in comfort.

No desire whatsoever to grow stronger.

He wanted to argue, but the facts stood right before him.

Nearly fifty years old, Soul Power level twenty-nine.

On the Douluo Continent, where geniuses emerged in endless numbers, those figures were the most merciless judgment of his entire life.

He had always believed that a malignant mutation of his Martial Soul had cut off his path forward.

But now, the Sky Curtain told him otherwise.

It was you who personally buried your own path to godhood.

"I..."

Yu Xiaogang opened his mouth, but his throat was so dry that he could not make a sound. His life, the wisdom he had always been proud of, the theories he depended on—all of it became a joke at that moment.

A joke that echoed throughout the entire Douluo Continent.

Just then, the golden light above the Sky Curtain flowed once more, and the scene changed.

[The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was once incomparably glorious. At its peak, the clan possessed three Title Douluo at once, its might shaking the continent, with no one daring to challenge its edge.]

[Unfortunately, after that, the clan's fortune seemed to decline from prosperity. No Bright Sacred Dragon ever appeared again, and the number of Title Douluo dwindled to the single one it had today.]

Yu Yuanzhen, the current clan leader of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, appeared in the scene. His hair and beard stood on end, his bearing domineering, nine Soul Rings encircling his body.

Yet this Title Douluo, who shook an entire region with his might, was now filled with regret and unwillingness.

Within the Chat Group, countless Soul Masters sighed as well. A clan that had once possessed three Title Douluo had declined to such a state. It was indeed lamentable.

But immediately afterward, the Sky Curtain's tone abruptly shifted.

[But no one knew that the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan once had an opportunity to restore its former glory—and even surpass its peak.]

[Unfortunately, that opportunity was personally destroyed.]

[The one who should have led the clan into legend was Yu Xiaogang.]

Boom!

If the earlier information had merely caused Yu Xiaogang social death, then this was nailing him to the pillar of shame in his entire clan's history!

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Bang!

Yu Yuanzhen smashed the armrest of the dragon-carved chair beside him with one palm. The hard stone crumbled into powder in his dragon-scaled hand. He stared fixedly at the Sky Curtain, his heavy breathing rumbling like thunder.

"Xiaogang... he... he really is..."

The clan elders were all pale-faced, trembling from head to toe with agitation.

So that good-for-nothing they had regarded as the clan's disgrace and expelled from the family was actually... the hope of the clan's revival? The legendary Bright Sacred Dragon?

An overwhelming sense of absurdity and regret swept through every one of them.

However, the Sky Curtain's next words instantly turned that regret into towering rage.

[The Bright Sacred Dragon Bloodline is one in ten thousand. The conditions for its awakening are equally harsh: one must possess unwavering resolve, remain unbroken through countless setbacks, and hold the supreme conviction to reach the pinnacle.]

[But...]

A chubby child appeared on the Sky Curtain, dressed in extravagant clothes and chasing after a group of young maidservants with a lecherous grin on his face.

[In his youth, Yu Xiaogang was the clan leader's son and was excessively spoiled. He indulged in pleasure and had no great ambitions.]

[In particular... he was playful and lustful.]

The four words "playful and lustful" were branded deeply onto the golden Sky Curtain, and into everyone's minds.

The laughter at Shrek Academy came to an abrupt halt.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun looked like ducks being strangled, their expressions frozen on their faces.

Dai Mubai suddenly turned around, his face filled with disbelief.

They had considered countless possibilities. Perhaps something had gone wrong in his cultivation, or perhaps his mindset had not been firm enough.

But they had never imagined that the reason would be... this?

A mutation concerning a legendary Martial Soul had such a... grounded reason? Such a... disgraceful reason?

Spirit Hall.

Within the sacred hall, Bibi Dong leaned back slightly, as if trying to avoid some invisible filth. For the first time, undisguised astonishment and... disgust appeared on her usually graceful, noble face.

That man in her memories, weak though he was, had still maintained the bearing of a scholar and the pride of a nobleman...

In his youth, he had actually been like this?

Because he was playful and lustful, he had ruined his own god-tier Martial Soul?

In an instant, that past which had once moved her, pained her, and stayed etched in her heart seemed to have been stained with a ludicrous yet filthy hue.

So he was not a tragic hero whose talents had gone unrecognized.

He was merely... a fool who had brought this upon himself.

Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes, overcome by intense shame.

At that moment, the angriest person on the entire continent was none other than Yu Yuanzhen.

"You—wretch—!"

A thunderous roar shook the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan palace until it hummed.

Yu Yuanzhen's eyes were bloodshot. Soul Power erupted from his body uncontrollably, and the terrifying dragon's might made every elder tremble and prostrate themselves on the ground.

His pride!

The pride of his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

The Bright Sacred Dragon! That was the dream their clan had pursued for generations!

Yet that dream had descended upon his son, only for his son to personally destroy it over some damnable reason like "playful and lustful"!

This was not disgrace!

This was the ultimate humiliation!

His face, the face of the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, had been thrown before the whole continent by that unfilial son and trampled over and over again!

"I didn't... I'm not..."

Yu Xiaogang finally found his voice. He shook his head frantically, his face pale as paper.

He wanted to defend himself, but was that fat boy drooling as he chased after maidservants on the Sky Curtain not himself?

Shame—endless shame—completely drowned him.

He did not even dare to look at Tang San's expression.

Tang San truly did not know what expression he should wear. He opened his mouth, and the words "Teacher, don't be like this" rolled around on his lips countless times, but he simply could not say them.

Because... this was just too humiliating!