Martial Soul: Luo Sanpao, Starting by Conquering Liu Erlong!-Chapter 88: The Stubborn Yu Xiaogang

At this moment, despite his inner turmoil, Flender firmly supported his old friend, his face showing determination.

After all, he was the strongest among them. If he faltered, it would all be over.

"Hehe, so it's you, the waste Yu Xiaogang who was expelled from the clan. Yu Xiaogang, you disgrace! After being kicked out of the clan, you still dare to use the clan's name to swindle people? You're the son of my elder brother, yet instead of bringing honor to the clan, you bring shame!!"

Following Xiao Yu's gaze, Yu Luomian also saw Yu Xiaogang and Flender.

Especially upon seeing Yu Xiaogang's cowardly demeanor, Yu Luomian's face once again showed a cold and disdainful expression.

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His tone was filled with contempt and anger.

As the son of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's patriarch, this guy had not only brought shame to the clan but had also abandoned his precious daughter, leaving her to suffer in solitude for so many years.

If it weren't for Xiao Yu's appearance, which brought a smile back to Liu Erlong's face, and his status as the Dragon's Son, which had elevated Liu Erlong's standing within the clan, making the clan members dare not look down on or bully her anymore, Liu Erlong wouldn't have been able to overcome her inner demons.

Her strength wouldn't have skyrocketed, allowing her to break through to the Soul Douluo level, and her martial soul wouldn't have evolved.

Otherwise, who knows how long that foolish girl would have remained closed off?

"My teacher, Grandmaster, is renowned throughout the land. Who are you to insult him?!"

Hearing his teacher being insulted, Tang San was the first to step forward, his face dark as he glared at Yu Luomian.

Before Yu Xiaogang could speak, Yu Luomian sneered.

"Hehe, the newborn calf isn't afraid of the tiger. If your teacher had half your courage back then, he wouldn't have fallen to such a state!"

Looking at Tang San, Yu Luomian casually waved his hand.

Instantly, a powerful soul force pressed down on Tang San.

Caught off guard, Tang San's expression changed, and he was forced to kneel before Yu Luomian.

"You bastard, how dare you—"

Seeing that he had been forced to kneel, Tang San was about to explode in anger when Yu Luomian spoke.

"I am Yu Luomian, your teacher's uncle. What, do you have a problem kneeling before your teacher's elder?"

"You—"

Hearing this, Tang San was left speechless.

The hand that had been reaching for his hidden weapons froze.

Since the founding of the Tang Sect, the principle of respecting one's elders had been deeply ingrained in his bones. Kneeling before his teacher's elder was something he couldn't argue against.

But he still stubbornly said:

"Hmph, even if you are my teacher's uncle, you can't insult him like this! My teacher is not a waste. He is the renowned Grandmaster! The strength I have today is all thanks to his teachings!"

Tang San struggled to stand, but under the terrifying pressure of a Soul Douluo, even with all his soul power and the Xuantian Skill fully activated, he couldn't rise.

"Oh? Only twelve or thirteen years old and already at Level 30. Tsk tsk, just average."

Over the past two years, Yu Luomian had seen the growth of Xiao Yu, Dugu Yan, and Ning Rongrong, and he had become somewhat desensitized to talent. Thus, Tang San's displayed strength didn't impress him.

"Hmph, Little San is a natural full soul power user, a rare talent. At just twelve years old, he's already a Soul Elder. Uncle, such talent is top-tier even within the clan! How can you call it average?"

Yu Xiaogang stubbornly retorted.

He could endure his uncle's insults toward him.

But he couldn't stand hearing his disciple being belittled. After all, Tang San was his hope for a comeback!

"Ridiculous frog in a well. Do you think breaking through to Soul Elder at twelve is rare? You waste, open your eyes and take a good look. This is Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. She just turned twelve last week and broke through to Level 30 a few days ago. I'm here today to help her obtain her third soul ring. Don't tell me your disciple just turned twelve yesterday."

Yu Luomian mocked.

"Boom!!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's confident expression instantly turned to shock.

His mind felt like it had exploded, causing him immense pain.

He had naturally heard of Ning Rongrong, the true little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.

But he hadn't expected her talent to be so extraordinary.

A twelve-year-old support-type Soul Elder, half a year younger than Tang San.

And the most damning part was that support-type soul masters typically cultivated slower than other soul masters.

By this calculation, she completely overshadowed Tang San.

And it wasn't just Yu Xiaogang who was shocked.

The other members of Shrek Academy, seeing Ning Rongrong nestled in Xiao Yu's arms, were also stunned.

Especially Oscar.

He had been proud of reaching Level 30 at fourteen, but now, this sweet and soft beauty had surpassed him.

"This is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan?! No wonder it's the second-ranked clan on the continent!"

For a moment, Oscar's face showed increasing inferiority and disappointment.

Now, he fully understood the insurmountable gap between them.

But then, Oscar became even more curious about Xiao Yu's identity.

What kind of man could make the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan willingly devote herself to him?

Meanwhile, Zhu Zhuqing, who was enduring her discomfort, also looked at Ning Rongrong in surprise.

She hadn't expected this beautiful girl, who was so devoted to her man, to have such a profound background.

For a moment, Zhu Zhuqing felt she had made the right bet.

Hearing this harsh reality, Yu Xiaogang pursed his lips, his dead-fish eyes now showing stubbornness as he continued to argue.

"Uncle, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan is wealthy and powerful, but Little San has been cultivating on his own—"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's attempts to justify himself, Yu Luomian's face darkened.

"Bastard, you waste. After all these years, your ability to twist words hasn't changed. If it weren't for my elder brother's sake, I'd clean up the clan's disgrace right now. I won't waste time arguing with you. Now, kneel and pay respects to the Dragon's Son, a title newly established by our clan last year!"

Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang froze.

Dragon's Son?! That title had always been vacant! When had it been claimed?

Before Yu Xiaogang could react, he felt a powerful soul force pressing down on him.

"Thud."

Under this pressure, Yu Xiaogang's knees buckled, and he collapsed onto the grass.