Yu Xiaogang's Jealousy, Drenched in Filth

"Do you really think Spirit Hall is that kindhearted?"

The sudden roar drew everyone's attention.

When they turned to look, they saw that it was actually a child, pointing at the notice boards with an indignant expression.

"Whose kid is that? Why is he suddenly yelling here?"

"Exactly. Isn't it a good thing that Spirit Hall is wiping out Fallen Soul Masters, murderous bandits, and Wolf Bandits?"

"Eh, I know him. He's the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's sect master—the one who awakened a Swine Martial Soul."

"Right, I heard from disciples of other sects that his Innate Soul Power is only level 0.5."

"Oh, no wonder. He's a piece of trash himself, so naturally he can't stand seeing those peerless geniuses from Spirit Hall."

The murmurs made Yu Xiaogang's face turn from red to purple, then from purple to black.

Damn it, damn it, damn those bastards!

They actually dared to call him trash. He glared fiercely at several of the Soul Masters.

He wished Laopi could slaughter them.

This was a small town under the jurisdiction of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

But when he thought of how these were merely ignorant commoners and low-level Soul Masters, he let out a roar.

"This is nothing more than something Spirit Hall is using to deceive the public."

"That Spirit Hall Holy Son—even if he... even if he... even if he is a monster and defeated a Soul Emperor, that was a Fallen Soul Master. How could a Fallen Soul Master possibly fight you one-on-one?"

"Besides, he's only a child leading the team, with six little girls in tow. How could a team like that possibly wipe out so many Fallen Soul Masters, bandits, and robbers?"

"It was clearly Spirit Hall's powerful experts who acted and