Yu Xiaogang looked at Li Yusong in shock, seriously wondering whether he had misheard.
This bastard sure had a temper!
How dare a damned old man without a shred of soul power insult him, the continent's foremost theoretical Grandmaster, the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's clan leader, a top-tier powerhouse whose strength reached level twenty-nine?
Was there any justice left in this world?!
"Bastard!" Yu Xiaogang abruptly flipped the table before him, unleashing the terrifying pressure of a Soul Grandmaster.
"You worthless old fossil without a shred of soul power dare insult this Grandmaster? If I don't teach you a proper lesson today, you'll never know how formidable I am!"
As he finished speaking, Yu Xiaogang abruptly hunched over, his hands rapidly forming seals.
"Come forth, Luo Sanpao!"
As Yu Xiaogang's voice fell, two hundred-year soul rings quietly appeared, symbolizing his strength as a Soul Grandmaster.
At the same time, a strange purple creature resembling both a pig and a dog appeared beside his feet, making a series of odd cries.
Looking at his Luo Sanpao, Yu Xiaogang once again felt the disdain that had disappeared for years well up inside him.
They're both body-detached martial souls, so why is Yun Tian's martial soul so powerful-and not just powerful, but so good-looking too?
Yet my Luo Sanpao is not only useless, but hasn't inherited even half a trace of his master's looks.
As though sensing his master's disdain, Luo Sanpao stopped rubbing against Yu Xiaogang's calf.
"Hmph, forget it. It's still better than this old fossil without any soul power!"
After consoling himself, Yu Xiaogang turned his gaze back to Li Yusong.
The latter looked utterly bewildered, his gaze moving repeatedly between Luo Sanpao and Yu Xiaogang as though his entire worldview had been rewritten.
Wait, what?!
Is this right?!
A beast martial soul that doesn't possess its owner, but manifests outside his body?
And never mind that it manifests outside his body-why does this beast martial soul look neither like a dog nor a pig? Is it a dog-type martial soul or a pig-type martial soul?
Just then, Yu Xiaogang gave a wickedly charming smile, a trace of smugness appearing on his weathered face.
"Well, old fossil? Frightened by this Grandmaster's imposing presence?"
"How about this? This Grandmaster is in a good mood today. Kneel and give me a few resounding kowtows, and I'll consider forgiving your earlier insolence. What do you say?"
With that, Yu Xiaogang clasped his hands behind his back.
He resumed that expression of looking down his nose at others, a faint, mysterious smile on his face.
Li Yusong slowly closed his eyes. This Flat-top before me...
There's something wrong with his martial soul, and something wrong with his brain too!
And it's a serious problem.
So serious that reason won't get through to him. Only a beating will.
"Flat-top, today I'll show you just how this old fossil you claim has no soul power will make you kneel."
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened in fury.
Fine! This Grandmaster already gave you a chance. You're the one who wasted it, so don't blame me for showing no mercy!
But when he looked at Li Yusong, his weathered face instantly stiffened.
Before him, a staff had already appeared in Li Yusong's hand, along with six soul rings.
"A Soul Emperor! You old fossil, you're actually a Soul Emperor?!"
Yu Xiaogang blurted it out instinctively, only to regret it the instant the words left his mouth.
As a mere Soul Grandmaster, insulting the Soul Emperor before him earlier had been bad enough.
Yet now that the man had revealed his strength, not only had he failed to beg for mercy, he had insulted him to his face again.
"Heh heh heh. Flat-top, I think you're seriously ill. Let me give you a thorough treatment!"
A cruel smile appeared on Li Yusong's face as he lashed his Dragon Pattern Staff at Yu Xiaogang.
"Wait, Senior! We're on the same side!"
With a bang, the staff struck Yu Xiaogang squarely in the face.
The first blow targeted the mouth, preventing his opponent from begging incessantly during what followed and stirring his compassion.
Bang!
Another dull thud rang out. This blow landed squarely on Yu Xiaogang's legs.
The second blow targeted the legs, preventing his opponent from darting around or even escaping later.
Over the time that followed, whenever Yu Xiaogang tried to beg for mercy, he discovered something.
The moment he tried to speak, the pain in his mouth forced him to swallow his words.
When he tried to get up and dodge, he discovered that his legs seemed to have hurt so badly that they had lost all feeling.
And so, over the next stretch of time, Yu Xiaogang endured eighty-one blows from Li Yusong.
Throughout the entire ordeal, there was neither any begging for mercy nor any thought of escape.
Even when the pain became unbearable, he merely whimpered.
"Whew, I haven't exercised in ages. Moving around so suddenly actually tired me out a little."
Li Yusong slumped into his recliner and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead.
"Hey, Flat-top on the ground. I only hit you a tiny bit too hard. Stop playing dead and scram."
Hearing Li Yusong's words, Yu Xiaogang's mighty frame shuddered as he lay on the ground.
Recalling the torture he had just endured, Yu Xiaogang paid no heed to the dirt and scrambled, rolling and crawling, into the nearby grove.
"Flender, my good brother, when are you coming back? Your brother's had such a miserable time!"
Yu Xiaogang raised a hand and wiped the tears of utter grievance from his face.
Before he knew it, Yu Xiaogang fell asleep against the tree behind him.
He slept straight through until night.
"Brother Tang San, you're really something! After an entire day, I never expected you wouldn't be the slightest bit drained!"
Dai Mubai's voice rang out in the distance.
Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun supported each other, their faces equally deathly pale and their lips white and bloodless.
Tang San looked at the two and gave an awkward smile.
He had never imagined that the welcoming celebration Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had mentioned meant visiting that sort of pleasure establishment!
I, Tang San, keep myself clean. Besides, I like Xiao Wu now. How could I do anything to betray her?
But he had also feared that leaving Dai Mubai and the others behind and returning alone would damage their impression of him.
So he had sat on a sofa in the lobby for an entire day!
Just then, a black figure suddenly lunged over, throwing himself straight at Tang San's feet.
At the same time, a wail rang out.
"Xiaosan, you're finally back!
"Your teacher missed you so much!"
Tang San's expression instantly changed. By the moonlight, he could just make out what the person clinging to his legs looked like.
The man was filthy, and the tears and snot on his face were all rubbing onto Tang San's newly bought clothes!
"Who are you? Get off me! These clothes are brand-new!"
Disgusted, Tang San tried to shake off the thing on his legs, but it clung like a parasite. No matter how he shook, he could not get it off.
"Xiaosan, it's me! It's your teacher!"
Yu Xiaogang raised his head, looking at Tang San with tears streaming down his face.
Tang San looked closely. Only then, with the aid of the moonlight, did he make out Yu Xiaogang's face.
"Teacher!"
Tang San jolted in fright, no longer caring about the filth his teacher had rubbed onto his newly bought clothes.
He immediately helped Yu Xiaogang up.
"Teacher, what happened? Who hurt you like this?!"
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