"Bang."
Tang San skidded several meters along the ground and slammed into a broken stone pillar, spewing another mouthful of shattered organs.
Yin Changqing turned around and looked down at Tang San from above, speaking indifferently:
"Tang San, do you still not understand?"
"You think that because you've lived two lives and possess extraordinary wit, you can turn this continent upside down with a few scrap-metal hidden weapons and the Tang Sect's techniques."
"You think that because you've gathered a band of so-called geniuses around you, because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect values you, because the Heaven Dou Imperial Family courts you, and because your Titled Douluo father protects you from the shadows,
"you can trample the continent's rules without restraint and brazenly keep a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast at your side."
Yin Changqing walked very slowly. Every step seemed to land on Tang San's heart:
"But what is the truth?"
"The truth is, before genuine power and naked self-interest, all that cleverness of yours amounts to nothing more than a clown capering on a stage."
"Ning Fengzhi appreciates you because you still have some use to him.
"The moment you cross Spirit Hall's bottom line and violate the righteous cause of human Soul Masters, he discards you like a worn-out shoe."
"That father you rely on claims at every turn that he acts for his sect, for you. But what has he actually done?
"Back then, he couldn't protect his own wife and forced the Clear Sky Sect to seal its mountain and retreat from the world.
"Today, he can't even protect himself. He lies at my feet like a dead dog."
"Tang San, your entire life is an utter joke."
Yin Changqing's voice was not loud. It even carried the distinctive elegance and composure of a nobleman.
Yet