Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

As the Tian Dou convoy entered Wuhun City, the contestants were amazed and filled with a sense of novelty upon seeing the city's appearance.

This city is completely different from Heaven Dou City. If Heaven Dou City is a city with class differences between nobles and commoners, then Spirit City gives people the feeling that it is a city full of commoner spirit masters.

Oscar, looking around with curiosity and longing, exclaimed as he joined the Shrek Academy caravan, "Is this Spirit City? A paradise for commoners!"

Flander noticed the adoration in Oscar's eyes and had a bad feeling. He quickly probed, "Oscar, do you feel that this city is a paradise for ordinary people?"

Upon hearing this, Oscar gave a very intriguing look and asked Dean Flander, "Dean, how did you know?"

"Just as I thought!" Flander thought to himself, realizing something was wrong. He started to find a reason, and under Oscar's questioning gaze, he said, "Oscar, Spirit City isn't as glamorous as it seems on the surface..."

Just as Flander was trying to make amends, Ma Hongjun suddenly said from the side, "Teacher, hey~ there's an old beggar over there whose legs have been broken. This Spirit City doesn't look so good."

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Hearing his disciple's words, Flander seemed to have found a reason. He quickly put his remaining hand around Oscar's shoulder and looked in the direction of the old beggar that Ma Hongjun had mentioned. "Oscar, you see, the Spirit Hall is just putting on a show, but it's not really going all out. A beggar has exposed it, hasn't he?"

Oscar's gaze followed, and when he clearly saw the old beggar's appearance, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. After pondering for a long time, he finally spoke, "Dean, don't you think that beggar resembles a master?"

"What?" Flander glared at Oscar, somewhat displeased. "Oscar, how could you say the master looks like a beggar? He may be a bit slovenly, but you can't belittle him like that!"

Faced with Dean Flander's suddenly cold expression, Oscar opened his mouth, then couldn't help but glance at the beggar in that direction again. He felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity; the dean's eyes were truly frightening, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

He was about to explain when Tang San walked over and said with displeasure, "Oscar, what's wrong with my teacher?"

"Mistress, I...I didn't mean that!"

Oscar's mind went blank. He searched his head for words, but couldn't say anything. In the end, he could only lower his eyes and stand there silently.

Tang San glanced at the beggar in the distance and snorted coldly: "Hmph~ This Spirit Hall is really just putting on an act. This beggar has completely exposed the Spirit Hall's despicable nature! I will tear its hypocrisy apart completely in this Spirit Master Competition."

"Well done, Little San!" Flander patted Tang San on the shoulder with satisfaction, then looked at Oscar, "Alright~ Oscar, let's not dwell on this."

The beggar on the street is actually Yu Xiaogang. The story of how he became like this dates back a few days.

That day, after uttering the harsh words, "I will destroy the Spirit Hall at all costs!" he was mercilessly sent to the dungeon by that damned Bibi Dong and subjected to inhuman torture.

Inside the dungeon, Yu Xiaogang was thrown into the cell by the two guards like trash. He rolled around a few times on the cold, damp stone slabs before stopping.

He struggled to his feet, his clothes soaked through, and angrily shouted at the two guards, "You can't treat me like this! I'm a master! I'm a guest of the Pope!"

Upon hearing this, the two guards exchanged glances, wondering if this guy had gone mad from the shock.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang felt that it was all the work of the Thousand Family Angels, otherwise Dong'er would definitely have forgiven him.

The two guards, convinced that Yu Xiaogang had almost killed them, took out torture instruments and began to subject him to inhuman torture.

"Master? What right does a piece of trash who can't even break through to the Soul Venerable realm have to call himself a master!"

"He even said he would destroy the Spirit Hall at all costs! How ridiculous!"

"We almost lost our lives, and today we're going to make you wish you were dead."

"..."

Yu Xiaogang's screams, like the squeals of a pig being slaughtered, echoed through the dungeon. "You can't do this to me! Let me go! Let me apologize to Dong'er! She'll forgive me!"

"Aaaaaah..."

The two guards exchanged a cruel glance as they listened to the man's screams, feeling a sense of utter pleasure.

Another half hour passed, and Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, feeling worse than dead, one of his legs already ruined by the two men.

"Alright, that's enough. Don't play around like this." A guard scolded his companion when he saw him about to make another move.

The companion had no choice but to give up, leaving Yu Xiaogang with food and water meant for livestock, promising to come back and torture the guy again the next day, before turning and leaving.

Yu Xiaogang's resentful gaze was fixed on the backs of the two departing guards. He vowed that as long as he got out of there immediately, he would make them wish they were dead!

As for the livestock food and water placed to the side, he didn't touch a bite. How could a great theoretical master of the continent eat livestock food?

The next day, the guards came to see Yu Xiaogang and found him half-dead, having neither eaten nor drunk anything. They joked, "If you don't eat or drink, you'll die!"

"I, Yu Xiaogang, would rather die than eat this stuff, nor drink this water! You may harm my body, but you cannot insult the soul of my master!"

After listening to the master's speech, the two looked at each other. They hadn't expected this great theorist to have such backbone. They didn't plan to torture him today; killing him would be difficult to explain.

On the third day, the great master could not resist the arrival of death. He could not die yet. His martial soul theory was not yet perfected, and he had not yet seen Xiao San grow. How could he die here?

He transformed into a ferocious beast that hadn't eaten for who knows how long, frantically devouring livestock food and drinking water that had been sitting for who knows how long.

He even exclaimed, "It smells so good!"

One night, two guards, drunk and insane, came to the dungeon and saw Yu Xiaogang eating like an animal. They were tempted to play with him and decided to break his second leg.

But tonight, Bibi Dong came. She had changed her clothes and entered the dungeon. Two guards asked warily, "Who's there?"

"Is this how you take care of me?"

"Who are you?" The two guards were drunk and didn't recognize the Pope at all.

Without uttering a single word, Bibi Dong crushed the two of them instantly with her soul power, as easily as crushing two ants.

Upon recognizing the person, Yu Xiaogang excitedly crawled over, pleading, "Dong'er, quickly, quickly let me out!"

Seeing Yu Xiaogang like this, Bibi Dong felt disgusted, but she still chose to let him go.

"Yu Xiaogang, this is my last..." Before Bibi Dong could finish speaking, a lazy voice suddenly interrupted her, cutting her off abruptly.

"Your Holiness, are you planning to release prisoners without permission?"

Seeing that her words had been cut off, Bibi Dong looked in the direction of the sound and her gaze fell on Qian Renxue, who had emerged from the shadows. Her brows furrowed slightly: "What are you doing here?"

"That's what I should be asking you, Your Holiness. What are you planning to do?"

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