"Teacher."
Tang San spoke quietly, his gaze dark.
"Under my Purple Demon Eyes, there was no trace of falsified Soul Power.
He really is level fifty-five."
"Impossible!"
Yu Xiaogang roared, losing control.
"The limit for a First Soul Ring is four hundred and twenty-three years, and for a Second Soul Ring, seven hundred and sixty-four years!
That is an iron law no one can defy!
If he's real, then what were my twenty years of painstaking work?
What are the rules of the Soul Master World worth?!"
"But the proof is right in front of us!"
Ma Hongjun's voice trembled.
"Grandmaster, you said Brother Tian Heng was certain to win..."
"Shut up!"
Yu Xiaogang shook from head to toe.
"He must have used some Fallen One method to burn through his potential!
He forced himself to absorb rings beyond his level; his meridians must already be riddled with holes!
He won't live past twenty!
That's right, he won't live past twenty!"
"Enough!"
Qin Ming lifted the grievously wounded, unconscious Yu Tianheng and fixed Yu Xiaogang with an icy stare.
"Grandmaster, this isn't the time to argue over theory.
Tian Heng's Martial Soul Origin has been damaged. If the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan demands answers, who will take responsibility?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale. He opened his mouth, but not a word came out.
Tang San stepped forward and said gravely:
"Senior Qin Ming, Senior Tian Heng was the one who proposed this Life-and-Death Duel. Spirit Hall and the Holy Dragon Sect will never accept responsibility.
Right now, Senior Tian Heng's injuries matter most."
"So what?"
Dai Mubai cut Tang San off with a bitter laugh.
"Tang San, didn't you hear what he just said?
Ants... In his eyes, we don't even count as opponents."
"Dai Mubai!
Enough of