Sister Xue

We can't let Spirit Hall snatch Tang Feng away?

Sorry, but I'm actually from Spirit Hall.

Qian Renxue continued watching the Soul Fight on the stage without betraying her thoughts.

"The Soul Fight will probably be over soon. Qinghe, let's go down and talk to him."

On the stage, Yu Tianheng saw that he still couldn't land a hit on Tang Feng. Knowing full well that his opponent was likely far stronger than he was, he stopped taking him lightly.

Since my fists can't hit you, I'll show you the power of Thunderclaw!

It should have been an ordinary Black Tiger Digs Out the Heart, and Tang Feng could have dodged it with ease, but lightning suddenly surged from Yu Tianheng's palm.

First Soul Skill: Thunderclaw!

A giant Thunder Dragon Claw, formed from the power of raging lightning and large enough to cover a third of Tang Feng's body, erupted from Yu Tianheng's palm just ten centimeters away from him!

No matter how fast you are, there's no way you can dodge my Thunder Dragon Claw when I unleash it right in your face!

I've won this Soul Fight!

"You're quite good!"

Just as Yu Tianheng was about to turn away with confidence, Tang Feng opened his eyes.

He sensed Dugu Bo, Ning Fengzhi, and Qian Renxue all walking toward him.

It's time to end the match.

Tang Feng brought his hands out from behind his back, and the moment they reached his front, both hands and forearms turned a glossy black, like obsidian.

Before Yu Tianheng's astonished eyes, Tang Feng caught his Thunder Dragon Claw with his bare, gleaming black hands.

Not only that, but Tang Feng put strength into both arms and tore the Thunder Dragon Claw clean in two!

The two halves of the Thunder Dragon Claw flew past Tang Feng, one to his left and one to his right, without harming him in the slightest.

If not for the white smoke and the startling crackle left in the air along the Thunder Dragon Claw's path, Yu Tianheng would have thought his Thunder Dragon Claw was a damn fake.

Is he even human?

Catching the Thunder Dragon Claw is one thing, but tearing it in half is just too bizarre!

This is a fucking Soul Grandmaster!?

He had tried everything he had, yet he hadn't even forced his opponent to use his Martial Soul or a Soul Skill.

Yu Tianheng was thoroughly convinced. He couldn't beat him, not a chance.

Their strength was on entirely different levels.

"I surrender."

Yu Tianheng raised his hand.

The referee, who had been watching in a daze, took several seconds to come to his senses before hurrying to Tang Feng's side to announce the winner.

"The winner is Tang Feng! Record: one win, zero losses."

Yu Tianheng walked off the stage and saw Dugu Bo approaching. Thinking Dugu Bo had come to see him, he stepped forward to greet him:

"Senior Dugu."

Dugu Bo ignored Yu Tianheng and walked past him toward Tang Feng.

Tang Feng jumped down from the stage and walked toward Dugu Bo.

"Brother, what brought you here?"

"And you even took part in a Soul Fight."

"With your talent, and that Soul Ring of yours, who knows what people with ulterior motives might do to you if they found out."

Dugu Bo offered Tang Feng some kindly advice, then sensed someone approaching from behind and turned to look.

It was Ning Fengzhi and the Heaven Dou Empire's eldest prince.

"Poison Douluo, what are you saying? Heaven Dou City is the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. Where would so many people with ulterior motives come from?" Ning Fengzhi said mildly, showing no fear.

Clearly, he had heard what Dugu Bo had just said.

"Hmph, who knows?" Dugu Bo snorted softly.

"Hello, young Brother Tang. Allow me to introduce myself. I am the foremost support-type Soul Master on the continent today, the master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, one of the Upper Three Sects, an honorary elder of Spirit Hall, and the teacher of the Heaven Dou Empire's crown prince." Ning Fengzhi, who had the bearing of a scholar and appeared refined and easygoing, introduced himself.

He also made sure to introduce Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, who stood beside him.

"And this is His Highness Xue Qinghe, the current crown prince and future heir of the Heaven Dou Empire."

Xue Qinghe nodded to Tang Feng, looking similarly refined, easygoing, and approachable.

In truth, the first was always playing petty tricks, thought too highly of himself, and was barely above an imbecile, while the other wasn't even the real person.

"Greetings, Sect Master Ning. Greetings..."

Tang Feng looked Qian Renxue up and down, glancing at her chest and crotch with a somewhat puzzled expression.

But in the end, he nodded and said:

"Your Highness Xue Qinghe."

Qian Renxue: !!!

Qian Renxue was shocked. Judging by the movement of Tang Feng's gaze and the changes in his expression, she was certain that he had seen through her disguise.

How is that possible!

My disguise came from a Soul Bone passed down through the Angel Clan. Even a Titled Douluo can't see through it, so how did he do it!?

And why isn't he exposing me?

What did those two glances at my private parts mean?

Is he a little pervert?

At the thought, Qian Renxue instinctively wanted to fold her arms across her chest, but then she remembered that doing so would leave the part below exposed, and it wouldn't suit the identity of Xue Qinghe, whom she was impersonating.

Steeling herself, she decided not to cover anything. He could look if he wanted; a little brat probably didn't understand anything anyway.

Had Tang Feng actually seen anything?

Of course he hadn't. If even a Titled Douluo couldn't see through the disguise, how could he?

It was nothing more than a negotiation tactic.

"The Art of Socializing," "Cannibalism," "Dark Cuisine Studies."

"Hey! Why call me Your Highness? Young Brother Tang, you've attained such cultivation at such a young age. It would be my honor to make your acquaintance."

"Why don't we call each other brothers? If you don't mind, you can just call me Brother Xue."

Brother Xue? More like Sister Xue.

Tang Feng retorted inwardly.

"All right. Greetings, Brother Xue. What brings you all here to see me?"

"This isn't a convenient place to talk. Let's go upstairs," Ning Fengzhi said.

With that, he and Qian Renxue headed for the stairs.

Tang Feng had just started to follow when Dugu Bo grabbed him from behind.

He was terrified that these two scheming bastards would scheme Tang Feng to death.

Prince Xue Xing had saved his life years ago, and he owed the prince a debt. Prince Xue Xing was also at odds with the eldest prince, Xue Qinghe. On top of that, two princes had died of poisoning, so Dugu Bo had a very poor impression of Xue Qinghe.

"Are you really not afraid of dying?"

"Aren't you here too? Come on, let's go together."

"It's not like I'm invincible."

Seeing that Tang Feng had already reached the stairs, Dugu Bo felt helpless.

"I really don't know what to do with you."

He had no choice but to follow Tang Feng and keep him safe.

They arrived in a luxurious private room, where Ning Fengzhi had already brewed tea for them.

"Sit!"

Ning Fengzhi wasn't surprised to see Dugu Bo following Tang Feng. It would have been strange if he hadn't come.

After all, anyone could tell that Tang Feng and Dugu Bo were close.

Still, it wasn't much of a problem; he could just ignore him. As things stood, Dugu Bo probably couldn't sway Tang Feng's choice.

"Young Brother Tang, have you joined a sect or enrolled in a school or anything of the sort?" Ning Fengzhi asked.

Tang Feng took a sip of tea and answered:

"No. I've always cultivated on my own, in seclusion. What would you like to ask, Sect Master Ning? Please speak freely."