Ever since he had come to Nuoding City to seek refuge with his friend, the headmaster of Nuoding Academy...
In this remote city with hardly any high-level Soul Masters, wherever Yu Xiaogang went, who did not respectfully address him as Grandmaster?
It had been a long time since anyone had called him trash to his face.
"What did you say?!"
"I said, who the hell do you think you are, you piece of trash? Are you deaf?"
Lu Chen indulged him not at all. Afraid he might not have heard, he raised his voice and repeated himself. Then, without waiting for Gangzi to answer, he unleashed a machine-gun barrage of mockery:
"I thought that, calling yourself Grandmaster, you would have some lofty insight to offer when you came to the academy gates and found students in a dispute. Instead, you spouted such vulgar drivel, turning black into white and failing to distinguish right from wrong.
"I have long known the story of your life, Yu Xiaogang.
"You were born into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the second son of its current clan master. You should have inherited the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul and helped your elder brother revitalize the clan.
"Instead, you shirked your duties and wasted your days. Not only did you devour countless heavenly treasures and expend enormous amounts of the clan's resources, you ultimately produced the laughable farce of having only half a level of Innate Soul Power and being unable to break through to Soul Elder for your entire life. The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan struck you straight from its rolls. Truly, you were born trash!"
"You... you..." With the deepest wound in his heart laid bare, Yu Xiaogang widened his bloodshot eyes. His gaze at Lu Chen held not merely anger,