(Third update)
This was the best of times, and also the worst of times.
Because this era was called Yang Ming's Little Era.
Manual smirk.
Without a doubt, those who lived in the same era as Yang Ming were fortunate, because they had the privilege of witnessing the rise of a generation-defying cheater, challenging the majesty of Spirit Hall. He was like the blazing sun hanging high in the sky; no matter how unwilling they were to admit it, he was still there. Yet they were also unfortunate. Geniuses, prodigies, reincarnators, the Golden Generation—every last one of them would pale before Yang Ming's radiance.
Competing in cheats?
Yang Ming was not boasting. He could handle all of them with one hand!
Oscar's remarks struck a chord with Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others. Tang San in particular looked especially sorrowful.
With the accumulated knowledge of the Tang Sect from his previous life, Tang San still could not measure up to Yang Ming in this life. It was practically like getting screwed by a husky!
Seeing that they still had the mood to chat, Dean Flender irritably rewarded Oscar with a knock on the head and said:
"Talk less. Can't you see that the crisis of Spirit Hall's encirclement hasn't been resolved yet? Why aren't you hurrying up and following Yang Ming out of here?"
The dean's authority was supreme.
Oscar also knew that villains died from talking too much. He scratched the back of his head with an awkward grin and did not dare continue the topic.
The group gathered around Yang Ming. Yang Ming summoned what little Soul Power remained in his body, and his pupils transformed into the Mangekyō Sharingan once more. Carrying the force of a spatial vortex, it enveloped Dean Flender and the others before