A fierce impulse surged through her chest. She wanted nothing more than to give herself to him completely. Even if it happened only once, it would be enough to remember until the seas ran dry and the rocks crumbled.
She knew she was merely an ordinary person, separated from soul masters by an insurmountable gulf. Yet the stirring in her heart was impossible to suppress.
"N-No, it's nothing."
She lowered her head to hide her burning cheeks. "I'm just a little scared..."
As Ye Feiyang responded to her, he continued to watch the battles on both sides.
The situation on Ning Rongrong's side was truly interesting.
She did not need to attack at all. Every time Ma Hongjun struck, it was as though he had crashed into an invisible wall. The rebound nearly made him vomit blood.
Only now did he realize in despair that he could not even contend with an auxiliary-system soul master!
Are the people from Supreme Academy the real monsters? he wailed inwardly. He only wanted to escape as quickly as possible, or he might truly end up in a coffin tomorrow.
Just as Ning Rongrong was about to press her advantage, she suddenly received Ye Feiyang's voice transmission. "A lesson is enough. If he wants to leave, let him go."
This was naturally one of the benefits of cultivating the Soulmate Link. They could communicate through voice transmission, making secret coordination especially convenient.
Still unsatisfied, Ning Rongrong spat lightly at Ma Hongjun, who was cowering in the corner. "You disgusting scumbag! You're nothing but trash! If you dare do evil again, I'll cripple you myself!"
She truly wanted to rush over and slap him, but she did not want to dirty her hands—she still had to hug her teacher later.
"Get lost! Otherwise, I—"
Before she could finish, Ma Hongjun had already scrambled away in miserable panic. Only a silent, venomous threat faded into the night wind: Stinking bitch, just you wait...
On the other side,
Zhu Zhuqing had not fallen behind in her fight against Bu Le thanks to her speed, but his cultivation level was there for all to see.
Moreover, his methods were vile. His sleazy style of targeting sensitive areas left her both embarrassed and furious. He had no martial virtue whatsoever.
She wished she could send this bastard straight to hell.
Xiao Wu's arrival instantly turned the tide, followed by Ning Rongrong's timely support.
The three girls coordinated more and more smoothly. Bu Le was soon hard-pressed on every side, kicked into the air by Xiao Wu's Waist Bow, then immediately struck by a seamless Eight Stage Throw!
"Beautifully done!"
Ye Feiyang's applause came from afar.
He had watched the entire battle and was quite satisfied with their performance.
Ning Rongrong's damage-reflection effect had caught the enemy off guard. Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Devouring Claw had heavily wounded his spirit, creating the perfect opening, while Xiao Wu's Eight Stage Throw finished it flawlessly.
"Not bad, not bad. Your teamwork was excellent."
The three girls exchanged smiles at the praise, each of them glowing with delight.
"Teacher, what should we do with this guy?" Ning Rongrong asked, pointing at Bu Le, who lay sprawled on the ground.
"Killing him outright would be letting him off too easily..."
Ye Feiyang smiled harmlessly. "Why not physically castrate him?"
The three girls shuddered all over at his words, feeling that their teacher had switched into devil mode again.
The moment Bu Le heard he was going to be castrated, he was scared out of his wits.
If he truly ended up like that, how could he cultivate? What meaning would there be in living? He immediately struggled to his knees and begged for mercy, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Men understood other men's weak points best.
With a martial soul like Bu Le's, relying entirely on absorbing women's Soul Power to cultivate, he was no different from an evil soul master. There was not the slightest guilt in dealing with him.
Destroying his "tool of the trade" was equivalent to cutting off his wicked path.
"Don't look at me like that. I was never a good person to begin with."
Ye Feiyang spoke with an innocent expression. "I'm getting rid of a menace for the people, so he won't harm other girls in the future."
The receptionist was still shaken, however, and said timidly, "M-Maybe we should leave him to the city guards? He definitely hasn't committed this kind of crime only once. That would make me feel safer too."
She knew that private fighting and killing were forbidden in the city, and she was worried that this man might come back to take revenge on her.
"You have a point."
Ye Feiyang readily agreed. "Go report this to the authorities. I'll have a 'good talk' with him."
Zhu Zhuqing immediately understood and tacitly led the others away.
Just as Bu Le sensed that something was wrong, a fierce gust swept between his legs!
"Ah—"
A miserable scream tore through the night sky.
"Devil! You've cut off my path of cultivation! I'll fight you to the death!"
Bu Le howled in despair, but Ye Feiyang had already reduced the thing he used to harm others to dust. There was no possibility of recovery.
At present, no one in this world could restore flesh and bone or bring the dead back to life.
Even if such a person existed, they would never treat trash like him.
"Your martial soul is truly disgusting. I really wonder who came up with it."
"You've done plenty of evil over the years, haven't you? This is your retribution."
Ye Feiyang's tone was icy as he casually crippled Bu Le's limbs. After enjoying himself for so many years, it was time for him to pay his debts.
After doing all that, he turned and left without the slightest hesitation.
After rejoining the girls, he waved his hand. "Let's go. Someone will naturally handle the rest."
The receptionist thanked them solemnly again. "Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I might truly have suffered at his hands tonight."
Ye Feiyang looked righteous and awe-inspiring. "It was nothing! We happened to come out for a late-night snack and ran into this. Besides, we know each other. How could we stand by and watch you die?"
As he spoke, he naturally turned toward Zhu Zhuqing. "After fighting for so long, you must be hungry too, right? What were we talking about just now..."
While speaking, he cast an expectant glance at the receptionist.
Fortunately, she was very tactful and immediately picked up the conversation. "Huh? You're going for a late-night snack? Please let me treat you, as thanks for helping me..."
"Sure!" Ye Feiyang agreed without hesitation.
Ning Rongrong and the other two turned their faces away in disgust. Their teacher's fondness for other people was real, and his disdain for them was real too!
"I know a restaurant with very good food..."
The receptionist had made up her mind to spend generously. Aside from thanking him, she also wanted to leave a good impression on Ye Feiyang.
She unobtrusively walked shoulder to shoulder with Ye Feiyang and asked shyly,
"By the way, I haven't asked what your name is yet?"
"Ye Feiyang."
He answered crisply. He was not some anonymous hero—if he did a good deed, of course he wanted people to know his name!
Seeing the two chatting so happily, alarm bells instantly rang in the hearts of the three girls. Could Teacher be lured away by this woman?
No! Absolutely not!
He ignored the three of them, yet he was so enthusiastic toward someone else?
Were their legs not long enough? Was Xiao Wu's waist not slender enough? Was Zhu Zhuqing's presence not strong enough?
Teacher, look at us more!
The three girls remained gloomy the whole way, while Ye Feiyang secretly rejoiced at saving the cost of a meal.
By the time they finished their late-night snack, the night had grown very deep.
After escorting the receptionist home, the four of them returned to Supreme Academy.
Xiao Wu never found a chance to speak to Ye Feiyang alone. She could only bid farewell in low spirits and head toward Shrek Academy.
From a distance, she saw a slender figure standing in the darkness, waiting.
"Third Brother? Why are you still outside?" she greeted him first.
Tang San stared silently at her for a long time before asking in a low voice, "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?"
He desperately suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, trying to make his tone sound as calm as possible.
"I-I went for a late-night snack with Rong Rong and the others. What's wrong?"
"Xiao Wu, it's dangerous outside at night. If you want to go anywhere in the future, I'll go with you. I really can't rest easy knowing you're alone," Tang San said gravely.
Xiao Wu froze. "But I wasn't alone..."
"We were always traveling as a group of four. With Teacher Ye there, what danger could there be?"
She looked at Tang San and suddenly felt that his gaze tonight was especially unfamiliar. Within it churned an emotion called possession.
"Third Brother, I'm really fine. Don't overthink it."
She instinctively took half a step back. "We still have class tomorrow, so I'll go back and rest first."
That subtle evasive gesture stabbed Tang San's heart again.
The Xiao Wu from before had never treated him this way.
"Then... alright. Rest early. See you tomorrow."
Tang San tried hard to maintain his inner calm. He watched Xiao Wu turn and leave, only slowly returning to the dormitory after she had vanished from sight.
In the darkness, a figure who had been concealed for a long time slowly shook his head and let out an almost inaudible sigh.
Little San, you've truly disappointed me, Tang Hao murmured inwardly.
He was indeed somewhat disappointed.
He had noticed long ago that something was wrong with Tang San. He had been observing him in secret these past days and had already figured out the root of the problem.
The reason Tang San had recently become so depressed and listless lay entirely with Xiao Wu.
If the situation had not truly become impossible to salvage, he would never have wanted to act against Xiao Wu.
But seeing his son trapped so deeply in love, neglecting his cultivation for the sake of a woman, he could not help feeling frustrated at his failure to live up to expectations.
Yu Xiaogang had just arrived at Shrek Academy and could help look after Tang San, so Tang Hao abandoned the thought of appearing in person to lecture him.
As a father, all he could do now was secretly clear away the obstacles for his son.
He had fought Ye Feiyang in a physical clash before, but that battle had not achieved the effect he wanted.
His gaze turned toward Supreme Academy, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.
For his son's sake, it seemed he would have to make another trip.
His figure flickered, and he silently appeared in that quiet little courtyard.
Ye Feiyang immediately sensed the movement and opened his eyes.
The newcomer made no attempt to conceal his aura, clearly doing so on purpose.
He flashed out of the room. After seeing who it was, he said teasingly, "Heh, old man, you want another fight? Did you bring enough money this time?"
"Let me remind you, my little courtyard isn't a place where you can come and go whenever you please. If the money isn't enough, you might have to leave something behind today."
Tang Hao was not intimidated by Ye Feiyang's words.
Although he had failed to gain an advantage in their last contest of physical strength, he was the mighty Clear Sky Douluo, owner of the number one tool martial soul in the world. Ordinary soul masters were terrified at the mere sight of him.
This brat did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Tonight, Tang Hao would teach him a proper lesson.
He glanced at Shrek Academy behind him and said, "You don't want our fight to affect your two precious students either, do you?"
Ye Feiyang could not help finding that amusing.
He made it sound so righteous, but in the end, was he not just worried that Tang San would see them fight here?
Still, Ye Feiyang had no intention of exposing his identity. If Tang Hao became desperate, he might attack his disciples.
Besides, Ye Feiyang did not want to disturb his students' rest.
"Of course. As you wish. Lead the way!"
The two sped forward one after the other for dozens of li before finding a desolate, uninhabited place.
The moment Tang Hao stopped, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "Kid, your strength is indeed impressive. You actually managed to keep up with my speed. But you should never have provoked Xiao Wu."
The reason he aimed his spear at Xiao Wu rather than Tang San was naturally to protect his son.
After hearing that, Ye Feiyang wanted to spit in his face.
This old bastard wanted to have it both ways. He was utterly contemptible.
"What a joke. Provoked? Who the hell do you think you are? Old man, you dare speak to me like that? You've got some nerve," Ye Feiyang fired back without the slightest courtesy.
His tone was harsh and humiliating. He wanted to make sure they fought properly this time, not have Tang Hao run away halfway through like last time.
There was no point wasting words with someone who did not see eye to eye with him.
He immediately released his martial soul and prepared for battle.
Seven soul rings lit up one after another, radiating intense pressure—purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black!
With Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing's assistance, his first two soul rings had already advanced to the thousand-year level.
Sure enough, Tang Hao's pupils contracted slightly when he saw Ye Feiyang's soul ring configuration.
His brows furrowed. This arrangement of soul rings was far too abnormal.
He wanted to ask something, yet he did not think he would get an answer.
Still, his heart instantly grew solemn as he realized he had encountered a true opponent this time.
However, he would never retreat now. He was not even afraid of Spirit Hall. Would he fear a mere brat?
He gave a sinister grin, his low voice sending chills down the spine as it carried a gloomy, menacing undertone.
Then, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
As nine soul rings emerged beneath his feet, Ye Feiyang vaguely felt as though he could hear Angela Chang singing!
He held a massive hammer in his hand, and the crimson hundred-thousand-year soul ring beneath his feet was especially eye-catching.
Yet that entrance, complete with its own background music, did not intimidate Ye Feiyang in the slightest.
On the contrary, Ye Feiyang still wore that infuriatingly punchable expression.
When he failed to see the stunned reaction he expected, displeasure appeared on Tang Hao's face. Lightning immediately crackled around the massive hammer in his hand.
Though he appeared formidable on the outside, he was actually injured and had yet to recover. He truly did not wish to fight Ye Feiyang to the death.
"Kid, if you are willing to leave this place immediately, I may spare you this once."
Ye Feiyang sneered and pointed his sword at Tang Hao. "What a joke. My soul rings are already out, and now you're telling me we're not fighting?"
Fifth Soul Skill: Boundless Sword Tomb!
Without giving Tang Hao another chance to speak, he directly unfolded his domain and enveloped them both within it.
He could not let this old schemer escape—he loved showing off? Did he really think he was some all-purpose pair of underwear?
Tang Hao's expression turned serious. He had not expected Ye Feiyang to act so decisively. What shocked him even more was that Ye Feiyang possessed a domain as well.
He calmly released Divine Slaughter's Domain, attempting to use its blood-red curtain of light to push back the suppression. Yet he discovered that his domain was firmly suppressed by Ye Feiyang's!
No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the restraints of Ye Feiyang's domain.
His heart was filled with shock—it was obvious that the two domains were not on the same level, and Ye Feiyang's Soul Power was no weaker than his.
What a joke—he was actually being suppressed by a Soul Saint?
The heaviness in his heart grew stronger.
Ye Feiyang knew full well that villains died from talking too much, so he had no intention of wasting words.
The moment he struck, it would be a thunderous blow.
Taking advantage of Tang Hao being suppressed by his domain, he decisively launched another attack.
"Fourth Soul Skill: Myriad Transformation Sword Prison!"
Thousands upon thousands of sword qi condensed into slender swords in midair. At Ye Feiyang's command, they whistled forth, ten thousand swords firing at once as they rushed straight at Tang Hao!
Tang Hao narrowed his eyes as Soul Power surged through his body. He had intended to fend them off calmly, but unexpectedly found himself somewhat disheveled.
Ye Feiyang's soul skill assault was simply too swift and dense. Trapped within the domain, Tang Hao was struck again and again, with nowhere to evade.
After that exchange, he gained an entirely new understanding of Ye Feiyang's strength.
This youth truly had exceptional ability. No wonder he had shown him no respect at every turn.
As he struggled to block the attacks, another wave was already close behind.
"First Soul Skill: Azure Leaf Sky-Rending!"
A bizarre streak of sword qi pierced through his defenses, tearing open his flesh as blood instantly sprayed everywhere.
From the beginning of the battle until now, Tang Hao had remained on the defensive. The fury in his heart was nearly overflowing, yet he discovered that he had no way to break the situation.
Within Ye Feiyang's domain, he was like a living target, restricted at every turn.
He had to stay on guard against the sword qi lurking everywhere. Even the seemingly ordinary weeds beneath his feet were each as sharp as divine weapons, easily slicing through his defenses.
"Aah!!" He roared, no longer daring to underestimate Ye Feiyang in the slightest.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"
Seeing this, a faint smile curled across Ye Feiyang's lips—he had long prepared a way to deal with it.
"Sixth Soul Skill: Law Severing Strike!"
Tang Hao failed to evade the blow and was struck squarely. The circulation of Soul Power within his body was forcibly interrupted, and his Martial Soul Avatar failed completely.
Not only was he forced back to his original form, but he also suffered the true backlash damage of "Law Severing," gaining another deep wound across his body.
He was furious beyond measure, knowing full well that he had to break Ye Feiyang's domain first. Otherwise, he would remain at a disadvantage the entire time.
Ignoring defense entirely, he swung his massive hammer like a madman, smashing fiercely against the domain barrier.
Ye Feiyang was shaken until his face flushed slightly.
As expected of a Titled Douluo. His explosive power truly cannot be underestimated.
Seeing that the domain was about to shatter, he no longer held back.
"Seventh Soul Skill: Sword Grass Descends!"
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