As Yu Xiaogang's arrogant words echoed through the air, an indescribable contempt welled up in Chen Xuanqing's heart.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, his smile carrying a trace of mockery aimed squarely at Yu Xiaogang's conceit.
"Yu Xiaogang, you always say, 'There are no worthless martial souls, only worthless soul masters.' But what about you? You call yourself a grandmaster of theory, yet you're still only rank twenty-nine. Aren't you 'worthless' yourself?" Chen Xuanqing's voice was cold, as though it could pierce the air and strike straight into the depths of Yu Xiaogang's heart.
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed drastically. Panic flashed in his eyes, but determination soon replaced it.
He tried to argue, but Chen Xuanqing's words came like a barrage of cannon fire, leaving him no way to defend himself.
"You keep insisting that no martial soul is worthless, so why did you specifically choose Tang San as your disciple? A genius with innate full soul power and twin martial souls-isn't that the best proof? If you truly believe in your theory, why not choose a soul master with rank-one innate soul power and personally raise him into a Titled Douluo? Wouldn't that prove your ability all the more? Wouldn't that show what you're really worth?" Every word from Chen Xuanqing struck Yu Xiaogang's heart like a heavy hammer, leaving him unable to refute a thing.
Yu Xiaogang's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with pain and resentment.
Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body swaying on the verge of collapse.
Seeing this, Liu Erlong hurried forward to support him, her eyes full of worry.
"Xiaogang, you..." Liu Erlong wanted to say something, but swallowed the words before they left her lips.
She knew that, sharp as Chen Xuanqing's words were, most