Outside the door, Tang San heard Yu Xiaogang's hysterical roar, and undisguised contempt flickered in his eyes.
After becoming a god in his previous life, he naturally understood the true nature of Yu Xiaogang's Martial Soul.
Yu Xiaogang himself was simply too incompetent, which was why the Golden Holy Dragon's evolution had remained incomplete and degenerated into Luo Sanpao. Yet Luo Sanpao was still a Young Holy Dragon and could still evolve into a Golden Holy Dragon. In the end, that Lung Mist had muddle-headedly wasted more than fifty years of his early life.
He had squandered the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma Tang San gave him, wasting most of its medicinal power without managing to evolve into a Golden Holy Dragon. In the end, Tang San had needed to use a drop of God Blood diluted several times over to baptize Yu Xiaogang, allowing his Martial Soul to transform into a Holy Dragon.
And what was the result? That Lung Mist's limit for his entire life had been level 93. What a waste of Tang San's drop of God Blood. He truly was mud that could not be plastered onto a wall.
In this life, Gangzi, don't even think about getting the Nine-Grade Purple Ganoderma. There will be no Divine Blood Baptism either. Just obediently stand firm at level 29!
Tang San pushed open the door. The anger on Yu Xiaogang's face had yet to fade, and Tang San pretended to look worried as he asked, "Teacher, if Spirit Hall truly evolves Luo Sanpao into a Golden Holy Dragon, then doesn't that mean you...?"
Yu Xiaogang grew uncomfortable under Tang San's gaze and stubbornly said, "Impossible, absolutely impossible. Xiao San, Luo Sanpao is a pile of trash for a Martial Soul. Your teacher spent most of his life and still couldn't