Arrival at the Far North; Snow Empress

Yu Xiaogang convulsed all over, a yellow stain spreading across his crotch.

"Pfft—"

After suffering the warden's fierce assault, he threw back his head and sprayed out a mist of blood. The Soul Power around his body dissipated like air leaking from a balloon.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant. His already exhausted body now trembled uncontrollably, as though he no longer had the strength even to speak.

A moment later, Yu Xiaogang had become a cripple.

The warden's expression remained cold as he waved a hand. "Throw this trash out."

"Yes!"

Two prison guards immediately stepped forward, hauled up Yu Xiaogang's collapsed body, and turned to leave the office.

Bang—

A dull thud rang out as Yu Xiaogang was viciously thrown outside the apartment block.

"Who's this guy?"

"Never seen him before. The prison people threw him out, so he should be an inmate."

"Ew~ He pissed himself from fright. He reeks of some indescribable burnt stench. I'm staying far away."

"Actually, you've only noticed the surface. The back of his pants is bulging. I suspect he didn't just piss himself—he also scared himself shitless..."

A crowd of onlookers quickly gathered around. They whispered among themselves from a distance, not daring to approach Yu Xiaogang, who lay sprawled on the ground.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned crimson. Hearing their filthy remarks, he anxiously opened his mouth, wanting to refute them.

But not only did he lack the strength, he also lacked the courage.

This scene reminded him of the day his Martial Soul had awakened when he was six years old.

Their mocking voices had been so loud back then.

And now, he had once again fallen into a situation where everyone mocked him.

Yet at this moment, he did not even have the strength to run