Smack! Unable to stand it any longer, Dugu Yan swung her hand hard across Yu Xiaogang's face.
"Watch your mouth, or I won't mind killing a level-twenty-nine piece of trash like you," Dugu Yan said viciously.
As Flender hesitated over whether to intervene, he suddenly heard Ning Rongrong's urgent voice. "Dean, that's the Nine Heart Begonia Martial Soul, the finest Healing-Type Martial Soul on the continent."
Xiao Wu's injuries were severe, and Ning Rongrong was close to her, so she naturally wanted Ye Lingling to treat Xiao Wu.
"Nine Heart Begonia? What kind of Martial Soul is that?" Flender asked, puzzled.
Ning Rongrong explained, "Dean, among Healing-Type Martial Souls, its status is equivalent to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda among support-type Martial Souls. Its healing effects are far beyond those of any other Martial Soul."
"Really!?" Flender blurted out.
He had examined Ma Hongjun's injuries. His roots had been severed, and ordinary Healing-Type Soul Masters had no way to make them grow back.
After hearing Ning Rongrong's explanation, Flender believed Ye Lingling could heal Ma Hongjun.
Hmph, Ma Hongjun had been injured by members of the Royal Fighting Team in the first place. It was only right for them to treat him!
Having made up his mind, Flender stepped forward and grabbed Dugu Yan's hand. "Hehe, little girl, go treat our Shrek Team. We'll let that slap you gave Xiaogang just now slide."
As he spoke, seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—appeared beneath Flender's feet, fully revealing his cultivation as a level-seventy-eight Soul Saint.
"Are you trying to bully the young with your strength!" Dugu Yan's beautiful eyes turned icy. If Flender dared to make a move, she would definitely tell her grandfather everything after returning.
But Ye Lingling thought differently.
Her own students had been