Chapter 97 Tang San Keeps Xiao Wu as a Pet.
"My illustrious reputation, Qian Renxue, has been completely fooled by this shameless scoundrel!"
This moment.
All of Qian Renxue's appreciation and respect for Tang San turned into pure disgust.
If Tang San won against her with his true skills, she would respect him as a real man.
But what does this mean?
This is a scam!
...
certainly.
The most intense reaction came not from the Spirit Hall.
Instead, it's Shrek Academy.
The Shrek Seven Devils are seven partners who once shared life and death and swore to be together forever.
At this moment, that seemingly indestructible little circle is collapsing at a visible speed.
The Shrek Academy compound was as silent as a graveyard.
The "monsters" who were originally sitting around the campfire now looked as if their spines had been removed, slumped in their seats, their faces frighteningly pale.
Oscar dropped the sausage from his hand, rolled twice, and got covered in dust.
He didn't even glance at it.
His stomach churned, his throat tightened, and a strong feeling of nausea shot straight to the top of his head.
"vomit..."
Oscar covered his mouth and gagged.
He recalled how he used to admire his "Third Brother's" maturity and composure.
He once marveled at how Tang San, also a teenager, possessed such a steadfast mind and acted with such meticulousness, almost like a seasoned veteran.
Now he understands.
That's hardly the case of someone mature beyond their years.
That's a veteran!
An old monster with the skin of a teenager but the soul of a nearly fifty-year-old!
"This is disgusting..."
Oscar's voice trembled, and his eyes were unfocused.
"We call a fifty-year-old man 'brother' every day?"
"He even pretended so well..."
Ma Hongjun, standing to the side, was so frightened that his fat trembled violently.
He huddled in the corner of the chair, arms crossed, staring at the empty space in the distance where Tang San had not yet appeared, as if he were looking at a ghost.
"Boss Dai..."
Ma Hongjun's teeth chattered, and he spoke haltingly.
"You mean, Tang San... that Tang San, he even dared to eat a newborn baby..."
"He also ate the baby's soul..."
"We've shared a dorm room with him for so long. When he watches us sleep at night, is he also thinking about how to eat us?"
Upon hearing this, everyone present felt a chill run from the soles of their feet straight to their heads.
It was terrifying.
Possession!
Devour souls!
This extremely heinous act, which only exists in the legends of evil spirit masters, actually happened right under their noses.
Moreover, it was done by their most trusted and admired "Third Brother".
Dai Mubai's sinister eyes were now bloodshot.
He gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force and making a cracking sound.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, he considered himself accustomed to deceit and treachery, and had seen many dark sides of life.
But he had never felt so disgusted.
The anger of being fooled is greater than the fear.
"Don't call him Third Brother!"
Dai Mubai slammed his hand on the table, his handsome face contorted into a grimace.
"I am fifteen years old this year."
"Have I been calling this nearly fifty-year-old old man 'brother' for all these years?"
"And he's accepting it with a clear conscience?"
"He calls me Boss Dai?"
"Hold!"
Dai Mubai felt like his intelligence was being rubbed into the ground.
A deep sense of shame welled up within me.
Think about it.
A 29-year-old Tang Clan assassin mingles among a group of 12- or 13-year-old children.
Play along with them, share their enthusiasm, and pretend you don't understand, you're learning.
With acting skills like that, it's a waste that she's not a professional opera singer!
Zhu Zhuqing sat in the corner, without saying a word.
Her once clear and cold eyes now held only disgust.
Extreme disgust.
She is sensitive by nature and hates being deceived.
Tang San's existence is itself a huge lie.
Ning Rongrong was already terrified, her face deathly pale, clutching Zhu Zhuqing's sleeve tightly, not daring to even breathe.
She was born into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and her two titled Douluo grandfathers doted on her rotten.
Even Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo would never do something as heinous as "possessing an infant."
"This is... the pure and innocent Tang San Shao?"
Someone muttered something in the dead silence.
These words were like a resounding slap across the face of everyone at Shrek Academy.
It hurts like fire.
...
If we don't mention that the students' collapse is a shattering of their worldview.
So, for Yu Xiaogang...
This moment.
It was the destruction of his entire life.
Yu Xiaogang stood stiffly in place, his hands behind his back, maintaining his usual arrogant "master" posture.
But at this moment.
His body was trembling violently.
It wasn't excitement.
It was shame and indignation.
It is despair.
It's the kind of utter shame of being stripped naked and left in a bustling city center.
Every word on the sky was like a sharp knife, slowly torturing his fragile and sensitive self-esteem.
[An outer disciple of the Tang Clan secretly learned the inner sect's ultimate techniques.]
[Comes with the Xuan Tian Treasure Record.]
[Mental age: 29]
In Yu Xiaogang's mind, every moment he had spent with Tang San over the past few years flashed by like a revolving lantern.
He remembered the first time they met.
At Notting Academy, he put on an air of profound mystery, using his theory of "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters" to fool the seemingly clueless child.
At that time, he thought the light in Tang San's eyes was admiration.
Looking back now.
That's probably the look you give someone who's an idiot, isn't it?
An adult with the secret techniques of a top sect from his previous life watched a level 29 Great Soul Master talking at length about some martial soul theory.
This is like a Nobel laureate watching an elementary school student explain how to do addition and subtraction, while looking at him with an air of "I know it all."
ridiculous.
That's ridiculous.
Yu Xiaogang's face twitched, burning hot.
His proud "Ten Core Competencies"
His theory, which was ridiculed by the world but "proven" by Tang San, was...
It was all fake.
"The cultivation method for twin martial souls..."
Yu Xiaogang's lips trembled as he muttered to himself.
He always believed that Tang San was able to solve the problem of the backlash from twin martial souls because of his teachings and his research.
Now it seems...
They already knew the Mysterious Heaven Skill!
They naturally know how to harmonize yin and yang!
Tang San was able to cultivate so quickly because he started over!
It's because he has experience from his previous life!
What does this have to do with his theory?
Even without Yu Xiaogang, Tang San could still become a Title Douluo, and perhaps even faster!
What role did Yu Xiaogang play in Tang San's path to godhood?
tutor?
A guide?
No.
It's a joke.
It's a shield used to deceive people.
It's an excuse that allows Tang San to justify his extraordinary abilities!
"puff--"
Yu Xiaogang felt a surge of blood and qi in his chest, and he could no longer suppress it, so he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He drew a trail of blood mist in mid-air.
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