He did not need to release his Martial Soul. That terrifying pressure of Soul Power alone crashed into Yu Xiaogang's back like a mountain weighing ten thousand tons.
"Bang!"
At only the twenty-ninth rank, Yu Xiaogang had no room to resist at all. His knees slammed into the bluestone slabs, and he was crushed straight down onto all fours, his entire face pressed into the dirt, as wretched as a mangy dog with a broken spine.
"Listen carefully, you old bastard." Xiong Shaoqing looked down at him from above, as though looking at an ant. "That Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan you're so proud of is nothing but a bunch of loaches in my eyes."
"As for that Spirit Hall token you use to show off... go ask Bibi Dong whether she still recognizes a piece of trash like you."
"You want to take my things? Fine. Have Tang San gather everyone from Shrek, or bring your whole Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan here. I, Xiong Shaoqing, will take you all on. But if I ever hear you spewing shit in front of me again..."
Killing intent flashed in Xiong Shaoqing's eyes, and his right foot stomped down on the bluestone slab beside Yu Xiaogang.
"Crack!" The hard bluestone slab instantly crumbled into powder.
"Next time, it'll be your skull. Get lost!"
That terrifying killing aura scared Yu Xiaogang out of his wits, leaving him without a shred of his imposing air as Grandmaster.
He did not even dare leave a parting remark. Scrambling and crawling, he struggled to his feet and staggered out of the Rain-Listening Waterside Pavilion like a madman.
Watching him flee like a homeless dog, Xiong Shaoqing heard the wonderful system notifications arrive in his mind right on cue:
``` [Ding! Detected extreme humiliation, shattered beliefs,