Master suddenly stepped forward, his eyes staring straight at Ning Rongrong like lightning. His face flushed red, and he looked extremely agitated, almost forcing the words through clenched teeth:
"When did I ever plagiarize Spirit Hall's materials?"
"That was a rumor deliberately spread by Spirit Hall out of jealousy toward my research! They wanted to suppress and smear me!"
"I spent decades of painstaking effort researching day after day, teaching myself everything, all to deduce the correct path for the development of Martial Souls! But in the end, they degraded me until I was worth nothing. You—you're only a teenager. You don't understand the filth and struggles of the Spirit Master World at all!"
Seeing how agitated Master had become, Ning Rongrong was also slightly startled.
No matter how fearless she usually was, she was somewhat frightened at this moment. She could not help taking a step back as she stared wide-eyed at Master, whose emotions were nearly out of control.
"Master, why are you so agitated? I... I never said that what Spirit Hall said was definitely true. Besides, I only heard those things from someone else just now. If you think they're spreading rumors... then release your Martial Soul and show us."
"Let everyone see what's really going on!"
"Let's see whether your Soul Power Level is truly below level thirty."
Ning Rongrong lifted her chin. Although her tone had softened somewhat, her eyes still held the defiance customary to a noble young lady.
"If you really have the ability, why would you be afraid of other people spreading rumors?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, not only did Master's expression become unpleasant, but Flender's expression darkened as well.
How could Master dare release his Martial Soul?
He had been born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant