Yu Xiaogang Was Driven to Spit Blood! Qin Ming Revealed Himself!

The moment those words were spoken, the entire venue erupted in an uproar.

Yu Xiaogang's body suddenly trembled as he panted heavily.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Gu Ling pointed at the three Soul Rings on his body.

"I'm talking nonsense? You told everyone that there was a fixed limit to the age of Soul Rings a Soul Master could withstand."

"And yet? My second Soul Ring is a thousand years old! My third Soul Ring is five thousand years old! Can your theory explain that? When it can't, you just call it a special case."

"Then let me ask you this."

"If there are so many special cases that they can directly shatter your theory, can your theory still be called a law?"

Yu Xiaogang's lips began to tremble.

But Gu Ling continued.

"And then there's that line you love repeating—there are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters. It sounds so wonderful, but why have you spent decades blaming your inability to break through level thirty on Luo San Pao's malignant mutation?"

"According to your own theory."

"If the Martial Soul isn't useless, then who exactly is?"

Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned from red to white!

"You—"

Some suppressed laughter had already begun to sound from the crowd.

Yet Gu Ling did not stop.

"And Tang San."

"Haven't you always treated him as the most successful proof of your theory?"

"But who is Tang San? A genius with Innate Full Soul Power! Now he even has an External Soul Bone! With talent like that, would he not have become a genius even without you, Yu Xiaogang?"

"You use a genius with Innate Full Soul Power to prove that you know how to teach students, and when the student wins, it means your theory is brilliant."

"When the student loses,