Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

After crippling Yu Xiaogang's martial spirit and spirit power, Bibi Dong finally felt satisfied. With a smile of triumph, she turned and left the arena, radiating an air of confidence and relief.

Sarath and the others did not linger either, promptly following Bibi Dong out of the arena.

The Soul Arena had witnessed such a shocking event—a once-complete man rendered utterly broken. Yet, neither the arena nor the event organizers, the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, said a single word in response.

"Serves him right!"

Of all people to offend, he chose the ones he absolutely couldn't afford to! The Pope of the Spirit Hall and the Sect Master of the Body Sect—what made a disgraced outcast of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan think he could provoke them?

To make matters worse, the incident had taken place within the Soul Arena itself, almost tarnishing their reputation.

Fortunately, the audience seemed more enthralled than concerned. Otherwise, even the organizers might have sought trouble with Yu Xiaogang.

As for Bibi Dong and Zhongli... best not to mention them. Those two were not to be trifled with.

Due to the commotion caused by Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong postponed her plans to meet with Zhongli, deciding to handle it in a couple of days when her mood was more settled. For now, she intended to channel her good spirits into something else.

Meanwhile, Liu Erlong and Flender showed no interest in Yu Xiaogang's fate. Instead, they returned to the resting area, casting their gazes toward Qin Ming and Meng Shenji.

Since they had played a part in dealing with Yu Xiaogang, there was no question of them stepping in to help him now.

While Flender hadn't personally struck, Bibi Dong had acted on his behalf.

But Liu Erlong had struck with her own hands!

As the two glanced at Qin Ming, their minds wandered to the inevitable confrontation with Yu Yuanzhen.

Yu Yuanzhen was not a man who could be reasoned with easily.

Though he couldn't challenge Bibi Dong or Zhongli, dealing with Liu Erlong and Flender would be a trivial task for him.

Within the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Xiaogang was scorned by everyone except Yu Yuanzhen, who, as his father, would undoubtedly be enraged by this humiliation. Despite Yu Xiaogang's many failures, he was still Yu Yuanzhen's son, and this level of disgrace would be intolerable for him.

Qin Ming: "So, you're finally willing to look at me?"

The Shrek group fell silent. Among them, only one person seemed entirely detached from the situation, as if none of this concerned her. Without drawing attention, she returned quietly to the participants' resting area.

The group exchanged uneasy glances between Yu Xiaogang and a visibly somber Tang San. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.

If they were in Tang San's shoes, they might have already fled in shame, unable to stay any longer.

After a moment of reflection, Tang San finally started walking toward Yu Xiaogang. His steps were unsteady, as if he might collapse at any moment.

Of course, his unsteady gait had little to do with Yu Xiaogang and everything to do with the injuries he had sustained from shattering his spirit bone earlier.

"Brother San?"

Confused, Xiao Wu called out to him and quickly moved to his side.

Moments ago, she had been brimming with killing intent upon seeing Bibi Dong. Yet, after learning more about her story, a trace of pity had unexpectedly emerged in her heart.

"Xiao Wu, help me over there."

"But…"

Xiao Wu hesitated, glancing between Tang San's determined expression and the pitiful figure of Yu Xiaogang. After a moment, she nodded and supported Tang San as they made their way over.

Yu Xiaogang had become the subject of universal scorn. As his disciple, Tang San risked being implicated.

At this moment, Tang San could choose to deny being Yu Xiaogang's disciple, sparing himself from much of the fallout. Only a handful of people were aware of their connection, after all.

After some time, Tang San finally stood before Yu Xiaogang with Xiao Wu's assistance.

Seeing Tang San, Yu Xiaogang froze, then burst into uncontrollable tears.

Abandoned and reviled by the world, his disciple had come to him at last. Tang San hadn't forsaken him!

For Yu Xiaogang, it was worth it—this life of his had been worth it after all!

As long as Tang San lived, Yu Xiaogang believed his theories and legacy would endure.

But Yu Xiaogang had overestimated Tang San.

Tang San was a man who deeply valued his reputation, one who took great care to protect his image.

"Master..."

With just one word, Tang San addressed Yu Xiaogang, and tears streamed down the latter's face. The entire audience erupted in shock.

This Tang San, a man who would go to any lengths for victory, turned out to be Yu Xiaogang's disciple?

"Hiss—"

"To think Tang San would dare acknowledge himself as Yu Xiaogang's disciple at a moment like this. He's quite the character..."

"Indeed, who else would dare admit to having any association with Yu Xiaogang right now?"

"Cutting ties would be the wise course!"

Remaining silent and distancing oneself from Yu Xiaogang was undoubtedly the safest choice. Anyone with a modicum of self-preservation would think so.

But Tang San chose to do the opposite, leaving everyone astonished.

"No wonder he's a bold one. To step forward at a time like this!"

"The next time we face the Shrek team, we'll have to be extra careful."

"But do they really have the nerve to continue competing?"

That was a question worth pondering.

"Tang San, you... you shouldn't have stepped forward."

Yu Xiaogang, though deeply moved, couldn't help but scold him. It was his usual behavior.

No matter how well Tang San performed, reprimanding him always gave Yu Xiaogang a sense of fulfillment as a teacher.

Hearing this, Tang San's forehead creased with a few black lines, but he neither refuted nor helped Yu Xiaogang up.

Given Yu Xiaogang's current state, standing was impossible, so offering support would be futile.

"Master, this is the last time I will call you 'Master,'" Tang San said expressionlessly.

To maintain his public image, he had no choice but to distance himself from Yu Xiaogang in front of the crowd.

Yu Xiaogang and the spectators were stunned.

The former looked confused and bewildered, while the latter were equally taken aback.

"Tang San, what... what do you mean by this?"

Yu Xiaogang asked with a puzzled expression.

"Yu Xiaogang," Tang San declared righteously, "when I, Tang San, became your disciple at the age of six, I was unaware of the true origins of your theories. I had no idea you would turn out to be such a person."

Tang San's tone was firm and righteous: "Yu Xiaogang, why did you deceive me!"

The crowd collectively twitched at his words. They had thought Tang San was unwavering in loyalty, but now he was openly severing ties!

Not only that, but he was flipping the narrative entirely.

Even Yu Xiaogang, no matter how dazed he was, finally realized what was happening.

Tang San was distancing himself, portraying himself as an innocent, deceived youth.

"Tang San, without me, Yu Xiaogang, would you have achieved your current success?"

"Who took you to hunt spirit beasts?"

"Who taught you so much knowledge?"

"Do you have any idea? That knowledge comprises some of the Spirit Hall and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's most vital secrets!"

"It's knowledge that countless commoners desire but cannot obtain!"

Yu Xiaogang's face was full of rage as he spoke.

When he had been subjected to the vengeance of Bibi Dong, Liu Erlong, and Flender, losing his limbs, he hadn't been angry—only filled with hatred.

But being abandoned by Tang San filled him with unprecedented fury!

He had passed on all the knowledge he had stolen, without reservation, to Tang San. And now, this was the thanks he got?

Tang San was the true ingrate!