"A child?"
Yu Yuanzhen threw his head back and laughed wildly.
"Twelve years old! A rank forty-five Power Attack System Soul Ancestor!"
"And not only that, he has Foundation Establishment Pills that improve Soul Masters' aptitude! Everyone practically worships him like an ancestor!"
Yu Xiaogang's eyes bulged, instantly filling with bloodshot veins.
He staggered two steps backward:
"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible!"
"How could he still be alive?! This completely defies common sense! It defies theory!"
At that moment, the name Tang Tian blasted Yu Xiaogang's entire worldview to smithereens.
Meanwhile, Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, who had just been clamoring to wipe away their past humiliation, stood with their mouths wide open, unable to make a sound.
Twelve years old, rank forty-five?
Dai Mubai looked at his own rank thirty-seven Soul Power, which he had taken such pride in.
His soaring fighting spirit instantly shriveled to nothing, as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over it.
"Ahem..."
Ma Hongjun drew his neck in with extreme embarrassment, gave a couple of awkward chuckles, and smoothly clutched his stomach.
"Uh... Boss Dai, I suddenly feel like last night's leftovers might've gone a little sour. My stomach hurts. About that challenge... how about we leave it for another time?"
Dai Mubai turned his head stiffly and seized the offered way out, wiping away his cold sweat:
"Ahem, Fatty's right. Our top priority right now is the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament. Personal grudges can wait. Yes, they can wait."
Challenge a rank forty-five monster?
Was that called wiping away past humiliation?
That was traveling a thousand miles just to hand someone your head!
Yu Yuanzhen gave a deeply disdainful sneer, not even interested in sparing them another glance.
After learning that Yu Xiaogang's knowledge of Tang Tian was limited