Douluo: Martial Soul Asura Sword, Supreme Killing God

After thinking for a long time, having no other choice, Yu Xiaogang could only sigh in reluctance:

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time and go back first."

He turned around, holding his notebook, and slowly walked towards his residence, his back view appearing somewhat lonely.

……

As dusk settled that day.

The Temple of the Holy Son.

Su Mo walked out of the cultivation room, stretched his limbs, and glanced at the main hall.

Bibi Dong, Ye Qingshuang, and A Yin were sitting in the hall.

Su Mo walked over and sat down next to them, smiling as she asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Su Mo, let me tell you, today Qing Shuang and I ran into a self-righteous good-for-nothing outside." Bibi Dong said with a look of disgust.

"Oh?" Su Mo raised an eyebrow, asking with interest, "What's going on?"

Bibi Dong curled her lip: "His name is Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex family, you should have heard of him, right?"

Su Mo nodded slightly.

He was certainly no stranger to that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang.

He calls himself a theoretical master and likes to say that there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters.

His so-called theory is nothing more than a compilation and reorganization of the knowledge of his predecessors.

What's even more ridiculous is that he always puts on an air of being a talented but unappreciated individual, as if he is the only one who is pure in a corrupt world.

It was as if the whole world owed him a chance and no one understood his greatness.

To put it bluntly, he's a clown who has neither talent nor the will to accept his fate, and can only rely on opportunism to gain fame.

Bibi Dong continued, "Today he stopped me and Qing Shuang on the street and said he had researched some martial spirit theories and wanted to show them to us."

At first, I thought he was really capable, and since I had nothing better to do anyway, I decided to go and take a look.

And guess what happened?

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked cooperatively, though he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

"That's all nonsense!" Bibi Dong said irritably. "His so-called theory of martial souls is just a rough summary of some common sense things."

What's with the idea that spirit rings are divided into ten-year or hundred-year cycles?

Soul power is directly proportional to the strength of your martial soul.

Martial spirits are divided into beast martial spirits and weapon martial spirits.

But any Soul Master with even a little knowledge knows these things.

He even had the nerve to call it his own research.

Bibi Dong became increasingly speechless as she spoke.

Ye Qingshuang nodded repeatedly, adding, "And what's even more outrageous is that he actually included the uses of whale glue in his theory."

“That’s right,” Bibi Dong said irritably. “I asked him back then, are you sure this is a theory you came up with yourself?”

He actually nodded and said of course.

He's absolutely shameless; he plagiarizes other people's work without even blushing.

"So what did you do after that?" Su Mo asked softly.

Bibi Dong smiled smugly: "Hehe, I had the guards throw him out of the library."

“Well done. There’s no need to be polite to this kind of fame-seeking good-for-nothing. He needs to learn a lesson.”

Su Mo nodded in satisfaction, finally feeling that his years of hard work had not been in vain.

It's laughable to think about the original trajectory. The Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall was actually fooled by Yu Xiaogang's plagiarized and cobbled-together theories. That's truly unbelievable.

Fortunately, Bibi Dong has broadened her horizons now and is no longer so easily fooled.

Yu Xiaogang's theoretical summary is as laughable as children playing house in front of Bibi Dong today.

Not to mention he even dared to use his own discoveries to fill in the gaps.

Bibi Dong, being his woman and a love-struck fool, would definitely be on his side.

Yu Xiaogang brought this kind of thing to Bibi Dong to show off; wasn't that just inviting humiliation?

Moreover, it's one thing for him to come to Wuhun City to plagiarize theories, but he actually tried to seduce Bibi Dong.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Su Mo's eyes.

Since he's come to us, we must teach him a lesson he'll never forget, so he knows that some people are not for him to worry about.

"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore." Su Mo smiled and ruffled Bibi Dong's hair.

"He's just a clown, not worth wasting your breath on. Let's go get something to eat."

“Okay.” Bibi Dong nodded with a smile.

Soon, the servants prepared dinner.

After the four of them finished their meal chatting and laughing, Su Mo led the three women upstairs.

The moonlight was as clear as water, and the room was filled with a warm atmosphere.

……

The following morning, at the Temple of the Holy Son.

The three women were exhausted last night and are still resting upstairs.

Su Mo went downstairs alone and summoned Ghost Douluo, Ghostly Demon.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Holy Son," Ghostly said respectfully, kneeling on one knee.

"No need for formalities," Su Mo said calmly.

The ghosts rose up in response.

"Ghostly! Yu Xiaogang from the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan has arrived in Wuhun City."

He not only plagiarized the contents of the Spirit Hall's classic texts and claimed them as his own, but also tried to get close to the Holy Maiden.

Go give him an unforgettable experience, then throw him out of Spirit City. Remember, don't let him die.

Whether Yu Xiaogang, a piece of trash, is killed or not makes no difference. The fact that this clown is alive actually adds a bit of fun.

The ghost nodded slightly: "Your subordinate obeys!"

He naturally knew about that good-for-nothing Yu Xiaogang.

Her Highness the Holy Maiden is the Holy Son's woman. That good-for-nothing dared to lay a finger on her. He's courting death and must be taught a lesson.

An unforgettable experience...

Ghost pondered for a moment, then seemed to realize something, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Chapter 102 Yu Xiaogang, I must destroy the Spirit Hall!

As an elder of the Spirit Hall, it would be incredibly easy for Gui Mei to find Yu Xiaogang's residence.

Not long after leaving the Holy Son Temple, he arrived at his destination.

Yu Xiaogang stayed up very late last night and has only just gotten up now.

Suddenly, a ghost appeared in the room.

With Yu Xiaogang's current cultivation level of only Soul Master, he didn't even have time to react before he was struck hard on the back of the neck. His vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.

The ghostly figure reached out and grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the neck, lifting him like a chick, and vanished from the room in an instant.

Before long, Ghost brought Yu Xiaogang to the dungeon of Wuhun City.

Those imprisoned here are all the most vicious and wicked people.

"Greetings, Elder Ghost!"

Upon seeing the ghost arrive, the dungeon guards all knelt down on one knee in respect.

The ghost nodded slightly, its five fingers gripping Yu Xiaogang's neck, and dragged him all the way to the door of a prison cell.

There were several burly men in the cell, exuding a menacing aura.

The leader had a hideous scar across his face, stretching from his forehead to his jaw, like a centipede crawling across his face, which looked particularly terrifying in the dim light.

Upon seeing the ghost arrive, they all stood up and looked around curiously.

The ghostly figure said in a deep voice, "Open the cell door."

"Yes." The Spirit Hall Soul Master in charge of guarding the cell respectfully replied, taking out the key and opening the cell door.

Then, without any expression, Ghostly casually tossed Yu Xiaogang into the cell as if he were a piece of trash.

"He's in your hands now. Do whatever you want with him, but remember, he must not die."

The burly men were taken aback, then their eyes gleamed with a wild, beast-like light.

They instantly understood what the man meant.

"Yes, sir!" the men replied in unison.

Soon, the cell door slammed shut.

The ghost turned and left.

Inside the prison cell.

Several burly men immediately stepped forward and surrounded Yu Xiaogang, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

"This kid really has delicate skin."

Scarface licked his chapped lips, grinned maliciously, squatted down, and pinched Yu Xiaogang's cheeks with his rough fingers, prying them from side to side.

“Indeed,” the other person chimed in, his gaze sweeping over Yu Xiaogang.

"I've been locked up in this dark and gloomy dungeon for so long, I'm about to go crazy."