Douluo Continent: My Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass, I'll hand it over to the nation.

Although the young Tang San is currently unaware of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, he is also unaware of the Sword Douluo's name.

However, when he looked at Sword Douluo, he saw the dazzling spirit rings on his martial spirit.

"One, two, three... seven, eight, nine!"

"Nine spirit rings!"

"This person is a Title Douluo!"

Tang San was instantly dumbfounded.

Originally, he was thinking to himself, "You've already chosen your own path to death!" (referring to the man in the blue robe).

Now, how ridiculous it all seems!

Chen Xin is a man of bold and unrestrained character, possessing the spirit of an ancient knight-errant, with both courage and a heart for music. He cannot tolerate shameless and despicable behavior.

"By revealing your martial soul and releasing the Blue Silver Grass, are you trying to show off your pride as a soul master?"

"Or perhaps you want to show off your strength, and you and your brother are both cheating?"

Chen Xin said coldly.

Tang San trembled with fear at Chen Xin's imposing presence, stammering, "N-no... I only summoned my martial soul on impulse..."

Chen Xin stopped looking at him and instead nodded slightly to Tang Yi, her tone softening: "Since it's a competition, there will be a winner and a loser. As for the prize money, since I'm here, I'll take care of it."

Sword Douluo's gaze returned to Tang San. Though he made no move, the invisible pressure emanating from him made Tang San almost lose his balance: "Give the soul tool to your brother. Don't make me say it a second time."

Tang San's face turned pale, and he was filled with resentment, but in the face of the absolute difference in strength, all his little thoughts became a joke.

With trembling hands, Tang San untied the belt inlaid with twenty-four jade stones from his waist—the "Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon" belt—and reluctantly handed it over.

Tang Yi calmly accepted it, its surface smooth and warm to the touch.

Just then, a familiar figure, head down, pressed against the wall, was trying to slip past the blacksmith's shop silently.

This person was none other than Yu Xiaogang.

He could sense the chillingly sharp sword intent from afar, and upon stealing a glance, he spotted Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

Moreover, this Sword Douluo was scolding his precious student, Tang San, with an unfriendly expression!

If it were an ordinary Spirit Hall deacon like Su Yuntao, Yu Xiaogang would immediately jump out to uphold justice for Tang San.

But that's Sword Douluo!

Level 96 Power Attack Type Title Douluo!

Looking across the entire Douluo Continent, there are only the strongest experts!

Yu Xiaogang was already terrified, his face flushed red, and he just wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

"Teacher! Teacher!"

"I'm the mistress!"

"You've come at the perfect time! You're a master of martial spirit theory, you have to help me out!"

Unexpectedly, Tang San had cultivated the [Purple Demon Eye], and his eyesight was excellent!

Yu Xiaogang, who was hiding to the side and trying to sneak away, was spotted by Tang San in an instant!

Tang San, as if grasping at a straw, shouted out desperately, his voice filled with grievance and pleading.

Yu Xiaogang froze, his feet stopping in his tracks, and he cursed Tang San countless times in his mind.

What is a level 29 Great Soul Master like him compared to a Title Douluo?

How could my disciple Tang San be so clueless?

Not only did they get a lesson themselves, but they also tried to drag teachers down with them?

But under the watchful eyes of everyone, especially with Sword Douluo's piercing gaze sweeping over him, he had no choice but to steel himself, slowly turn around, and force a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Chen Xin's lips curled into a cold smile: "Oh? You're his teacher?"

"I'd like to see what kind of teachers could produce such a 'despicable and shameless' student!"

Yu Xiaogang quickly cupped his hands, trying his best to maintain his composed demeanor: "Sword Douluo, your presence in Notting City is truly a great joy for this junior!"

Upon hearing Yu Xiaogang's flattery, Sword Douluo frowned and carefully examined Yu Xiaogang.

Suddenly, Sword Douluo seemed to remember something from a long time ago.

"You're Yu Xiaogang, the good-for-nothing from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan?"

Sword Douluo spoke bluntly, directly hitting Yu Xiaogang's "pain point".

Yu Xiaogang's face was extremely pale, and he said in a miserable tone, "Senior, I am no longer called Yu Xiaogang! My title is: Master! You can just call me Master!"

Sword Douluo sneered, "You ungrateful wretch! Your father, Yu Yuanzhen, was a Thunder Douluo; I've had many encounters with him. When you were a child, you had only half a level of innate soul power and awakened a pig-like martial soul. Some radical elders in your sect even advocated for your quiet elimination!"

"In this way, you, a piece of trash, will not tarnish the reputation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! It was your father, Yu Yuanzhen, who overruled all objections and allowed you to stay in the sect, even providing you with his own Title Douluo-level resources for your cultivation!"

"Otherwise, how could you possibly have reached the cultivation level of a level 29 Great Soul Master!"

"Your father treated you well, and you even changed your name and surname, calling yourself a 'master' like that!"

"You steal some theories from the Spirit Hall, put them under your own name, and call them your own publications? You call yourself a 'master'? I think you're just an idiot!"

Sword Douluo spoke very frankly and straightforwardly, revealing all of Yu Xiaogang's dark history without any mercy.

Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do but bark helplessly.

"I was wondering why this child was so wicked! Now that he's your disobedient disciple, Yu Xiaogang, I'm not surprised at all! Like master, like student!"

Sword Douluo is still "complaining".

Yu Xiaogang's face grew paler and paler!

He was openly criticized, verbally abused, and belittled by Sword Douluo!

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over, but being timid and cowardly by nature, he dared not utter a single word of "no".

Soon, Yu Xiaogang unleashed his signature move:

With a "plop" sound!

Yu Xiaogang "fainted" on the ground again and started playing dead!

Sword Douluo was unsurprised: "This guy hasn't changed at all! Before, when he awakened his martial soul, Luo Sanpao, he couldn't stand the gossip from the guests and, unable to bear the verbal abuse, fainted and pretended to be dead in front of everyone?"

"Now, they're using the same old trick again!"

Sword Douluo was speechless. He swung his martial soul, the "Seven Kill Sword," a few times, leaving several minor wounds on Yu Xiaogang's body.

After all, Yu Xiaogang is still Yu Yuanzhen's biological son, and Sword Douluo doesn't want to fall out with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, so he can't kill him. He can only teach him a lesson, but he can't take his life.

Yu Xiaogang jumped up in pain as his skin was cut open by the sword blade, drawing blood and flesh.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Ouch, that hurts!"

Yu Xiaogang jumped up with a strange cry. Since he couldn't play dead anymore, he might as well run away!

Yu Xiaogang didn't care about his beloved disciple Tang San; he turned and ran, leaving the place as quickly as possible.

Tang San, standing to the side, was completely stunned.

Watching Yu Xiaogang's retreating figure, Tang San was still shouting for help: "Teacher! Teacher! Don't leave me!"

Sword Douluo glanced at Tang Yi, then pointed at Tang San: "Kid, I'll teach this despicable and shameless scoundrel another lesson for you!"