"Hey, speaking of that Master, I heard he's only a twenty-ninth-rank Spirit Grandmaster himself, unable to Breakthrough to the thirtieth rank his entire life. With that level, he still dares to establish a sect and teach students?"
"And, and, I heard he comes from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, a useless person who was kicked out, spending all his days just reading old books and talking theories!"
"Tsk tsk, no wonder he teaches such students. Master and disciple, one dares to teach, and the other dares to learn!"
"Oh, by the way, have you noticed? In the past few matches, it seems Tang San and that Master haven't shown up for Shrek Academy?"
"Now that you mention it, it's true! Could it be that they saw how powerful Tianxing Academy's captain's Blue Silver Grass is, knew they couldn't compare, were too ashamed to show their faces, and secretly withdrew from the competition and ran off?"
"Haha, very likely! He boasted to high heaven, calling himself a theoretical Master, but the things he cultivated were publicly shamed. If it were me, I wouldn't have the face to stay either!"
In the audience, everyone was discussing animatedly, and the sounds of pointing and talking grew louder.
The reputation Tang San and the Master had built up through some achievements and theories quickly collapsed in comparison to Tang Chuan's stunning performance and sharp critiques, turning into endless mockery and doubt.
In an inconspicuous corner of the viewing stands, a figure wearing a large hood, trying desperately to hide his identity, was trembling violently.
It was Tang San, who had secretly come to watch the match!
The blatant pointing and discussions around him were like sharp needles, piercing into his chest, and then into his heart.
"Idiot Tang San... ruined his Blue Silver Grass..."
"Master is a fool... misleading his students..."
"Did they withdraw? Too ashamed to show their faces..."
Every taunt was like a resounding slap, fiercely hitting Tang San's face.
At this moment, he was furious, his face flushed red, his blood seemingly flowing backward, veins bulging on his forehead and neck like wriggling earthworms, his chest heaving violently, and he was panting like an ox.
"These people are simply courting death!"
"You all just wait for me. Once Teacher gets the Cultivation method for twin spirits, and I Cultivate my second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer. Then, I will definitely defeat my brother and vent all this anger!"
A violent killing intent spread continuously in Tang San's heart.
If he weren't currently in the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena, under the watchful eyes of many, surrounded by powerful individuals.
He would definitely release his Clear Sky Hammer immediately, smashing all these gossiping wretches into meat paste, using their blood to wash away this humiliation!
...Meanwhile, in Spirit City.
Deep within the Supreme Pontiff Palace, in a luxurious and serene bedchamber.
The Master's eyelids fluttered slightly, and then he slowly awoke from a deep coma.
The moment consciousness returned, the first thing he felt was not the anticipated severe pain and weakness, but rather an unprecedented sense of ease?
He instinctively looked inward, astonished to discover.
His sternum, which had been severely injured and almost shattered by Tang Hao, and his damaged internal organs, were now completely intact, without even a trace of lingering pain!
Even more incredibly for the Master, his Soul Power, which had always been obscure, stagnant, and difficult to advance due to the failed Martial Soul mutation, now flowed exceptionally smoothly through his Meridians, as if something that had been blocked for a long time had been completely cleared!
"What's going on? My body seems to have changed."
Just as the Master was filled with doubt and uncertainty, a subtle coolness suddenly came from his forehead, and a strange, profound black light flashed across his brow like an illusion, then vanished.
It was so fast that he thought it was a hallucination.
Sitting up abruptly, the Master then began to carefully examine his surroundings.
Carved beams and painted rafters, resplendent and magnificent, the air filled with a faint incense, every detail showcasing extreme luxury and majesty.
This was definitely not the Shrek Academy dormitory, nor was it like any architectural style he was familiar with, but it did somewhat match a place in his vague memory.
Spirit City, Supreme Pontiff Palace!
This answer instantly made his hair stand on end, and his heart pounded!
How did he end up here?!
However, just as the Master was greatly shocked and at a loss, there was a soft creak.
The heavy, jewel-encrusted, ornate palace door not far away was slowly pushed open.
A figure walked in with unhurried steps, silhouetted against the light streaming in from outside the door.
It was a woman, dressed in a luxurious purple gown inlaid with gold, her figure graceful and tall, wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head, and holding a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless jewels. Her skin was as white as snow, her face exquisitely beautiful, yet she carried an indifferent majesty that seemed to look down on all beings.
It was the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, the most powerful woman on the Douluo Continent—Bibi Dong!
"You're awake?"
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