Douluo: This soul master has a little bit of luck

Chapter 141 Yu Xiaogang's Day of Suffering
When Yu Xiaogang heard that Yu Luomian was going to abolish his soul power, his mind went completely blank, as if it had exploded.

A moment later, he came to his senses and cried out in panic, "Second Uncle, Second Uncle, I don't want my soul power to be abolished!"

"I know I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, but please don't destroy my soul power!"

Yu Xiaogang suffered ridicule from a young age because his innate soul power was only half a level. That's why he was so eager for strength. Even if he didn't have any strength himself, he wanted to train a disciple to prove himself.

It can be said that his current level 29 soul power is the most indispensable thing he has besides his personal disciple Tang San.

However, no matter how much he pleaded for help, Yu Luomian simply watched coldly from the sidelines.

If his elder brother Yu Yuanzhen hadn't already died, and if Yu Xiaogang hadn't been his own nephew, he would have been skinned alive by Yu Luomian long ago.

At this moment, two disciples from the Enforcement Hall grabbed Yu Xiaogang's shoulders from the left and right, while another disciple from the Enforcement Hall instantly activated his Martial Soul, surrounded by lightning, with four Soul Rings swirling up from beneath his feet.

The next second, the young man from the Enforcement Hall delivered a punch to Yu Xiaogang's dantian without holding back.

"Ahhh!" Yu Xiaogang let out a shrill scream, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his expression instantly became listless.

But that wasn't the end of it. The disciples of the Enforcement Hall who had been holding his hands straightened his arms, and then another disciple of the Enforcement Hall, possessed by his Martial Soul, stepped forward and delivered a cold palm strike.

With a snap, the bone broke instantly.

Then came his other hand, and then his legs. No matter how shrill Yu Xiaogang's cries were, no one stood up to say a word for him. Liu Erlong couldn't bear to look at him.

She wanted to leave, but Yu Luomian sternly refused, insisting that she witness Yu Xiaogang finish receiving all the punishments.

After Yu Xiaogang's limbs were crippled, the disciples of the Enforcement Hall brought out a wooden stake and violently tore off Yu Xiaogang's clothes from his upper body, binding his limp and powerless body to the stake.

Then, two disciples from the Enforcement Hall stood on the left and right, each holding an extremely thick, purple-blue whip.

Beside the two law enforcement disciples stood another person.

This person had six spirit rings swirling around him, and a pink flower blooming in his hand.

He was a healing-type Soul Emperor affiliated with the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan. His reason for stepping forward was simple: to prevent Yu Xiaogang from dying because he couldn't withstand the pressure.

Snapped!
The blue-purple whip struck Yu Xiaogang like a thunderbolt. Although his soul power was now crippled, his body was still that of a level 29 Great Soul Master, far surpassing that of an ordinary person.

The whip, crackling with lightning, didn't kill him, but it tore his skin open, and the air was filled with the smell of cooked meat.

Yu Xiaogang had never suffered such torture before, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of pain!
After just three lashes, he could no longer bear it and began to beg for mercy incoherently.

"Second Uncle, Second Uncle, I was wrong!"

"Please spare me! If you keep hitting me like this, I'm going to be beaten to death!"

"what!"

Before he could finish speaking, another lash of the whip fell mercilessly.

Seeing Yu Luomian's cold and stern expression, he then looked at Liu Erlong, his tears, snot, and blood all mixed together.

"It hurts, it hurts too much!"

"Erlong, Erlong, I'm about to be beaten to death! Please beg your second uncle for mercy!"

The intense pain nearly made Yu Xiaogang faint. But the blue-purple whip, made of some unknown material, struck him not only physically but also with a sensation that seemed to strike his very soul.

It was precisely because of this soul-piercing pain that Yu Xiaogang was unable to even faint, and could only maintain his mental state to endure the intense pain.

Whenever his body reached its limit, the healing-type Soul Emperor would intervene and pull him out of the brink of death, leaving him in a state where he could neither live nor die.

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's urgent cries for help and his pleading expression, Liu Erlong could only sigh helplessly.

"You wouldn't listen to my advice back then, otherwise you wouldn't have ended up in this situation today."

What could a Soul Saint like her do?
If he were to actually intervene, Yu Luomian might only embolden the disciples of the Enforcement Hall to become even more ruthless.

After a long time, all eighty-one lashes were finally completed. The healing-type Soul Emperor intervened nine times to prevent Yu Xiaogang from being beaten to death.

Even though he was rescued, his condition was far from optimistic; he looked like a lump of mud.

Yu Xiaogang was tied to a wooden stake, his head drooping limply, his eyelids drooping weakly, looking as if he might faint at any moment, and his whole body was covered in blood.

But his lowered eyes, peering through his eyelids, were filled with endless resentment.

Some addressed Qi Lin, some Yu Luomian, some other clansmen, and some even Liu Erlong.

I hate her for not helping me when I was dying!
Although Yu Luomian did not intend to kill him, these torments were far more painful than being killed with a single blow.

He has remembered all the suffering he has endured today.

After enduring endless torment, Yu Xiaogang's mind became increasingly twisted.

His already ordinary face looked even uglier because of his twisted inner self, as if his appearance reflected his heart. Even Liu Erlong, who still considered him a friend, couldn't help but frown and feel a sense of strangeness.

Yu Luomian continued, "Now that the punishment is over, take Yu Xiaogang away. He must not step out of the room for thirty years."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang was struck dumb.

"Second Uncle, my father just died, you can't treat me like this!"

Yu Xiaogang forced himself to cheer up and shouted loudly.

If he couldn't leave the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan, how could he teach Tang San and witness him become the strongest in Douluo Continent?
No, I can't be trapped in the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family!
However, Yu Luomian paid no attention to Yu Xiaogang, and just snorted coldly, "You still have the nerve to mention your father? Don't you know how he died?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaogang fell silent until he was dragged away from the mourning hall by two disciples of the Enforcement Hall. However, the resentment in his eyes was almost tangible.

Meanwhile, Qi Lin, far away at Tiandou Academy, had no idea what Yu Xiaogang had gone through.

However, one can probably guess that he won't have a good ending; even if he doesn't die, he'll be badly injured.

In the past few days, many forces have come to investigate me, speculating that the mysterious "powerful person" who killed Yu Yuanzhen is related to me, so they have secretly conducted another detailed investigation into my identity.

Several people inquired about him from the Royal Fighting Team, but the information was immediately reported back to him by the team members.

Ning Fengzhi and Qian Renxue both went on to find Qi Lin himself.

Of course, they weren't looking for Qi Lin to gather intelligence; they simply wanted to get closer to him.

After all, Qi Lin was backed by a peak powerhouse who was suspected to be a Limit Douluo.

(End of this chapter)