Fighting Tang Hao Again

A strong impulse surged within her, making her wish to completely surrender herself, even if it were only this once, it would be enough to remember until the end of time.

She knew she was just an ordinary person, and there was ultimately an insurmountable gap between her and a Soul Master, but the tremor churning in her heart couldn't be suppressed.

"N-nothing,"

She lowered her head, concealing her flushed cheeks. "I'm just a little scared..."

Ye Feiyang responded to her while keeping a close watch on the battle on both sides.

The situation with Ning Rongrong was truly interesting.

She didn't need to initiate an attack at all; every move Ma Hongjun made seemed to hit an invisible barrier, and the recoil nearly made him vomit blood.

Only now did he despairingly realize that he was struggling to even contend with a support-type Soul Master!

"The guys from Supreme Academy are the real monsters, aren't they?" he wailed inwardly, wishing he could escape quickly, otherwise he might truly end up in a coffin tomorrow.

Ning Rongrong, who was about to pursue her victory, suddenly received a telepathic message from Ye Feiyang: "Teaching him a lesson is enough. If he wants to leave, let him go."

This was naturally a benefit of practicing the "Soulmate Link," allowing them to communicate telepathically and making secret communication extremely convenient.

Ning Rongrong, still unsatisfied, lightly spat at Ma Hongjun, who was cowering in the corner: "You pathetic worm! You're utterly useless! If you dare to do evil again, I'll cripple you!"

She actually wanted to rush over and slap him, but she felt it would dirty her hands—she still had to hug her teacher later.

"Get lost! Or else I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Ma Hongjun was already scrambling away in a pathetic mess, leaving behind only a silent, venomous threat that dissipated in the night wind: You stinky girl, just you wait for me...

Meanwhile

Although Zhu Zhuqing held her ground against Bu Le with her speed, his cultivation level was undeniable.

Furthermore, his methods were despicable, specifically targeting sensitive areas with his perverted fighting style, making her both ashamed and angry. He showed no martial ethics whatsoever.

She wished she could send this guy to hell immediately.

Xiao Wu's intervention instantly turned the tide of the battle, and Ning Rongrong's support buffs arrived in time.

The three coordinated with increasing tacit understanding, and Bu Le soon found himself struggling to cope. Xiao Wu kicked him into the air with a waist throw, followed by a fluid set of eight throws!

"Well done!"

Ye Feiyang's applause came from a distance.

He had watched the entire battle and was quite satisfied with their performance.

Ning Rongrong's counter-damage effect was unexpected, Zhu Zhuqing's Soul Devouring Claws severely injured the opponent's soul, creating an excellent opportunity, and Xiao Wu's eight throws provided a perfect finish.

"Good, good, your coordination was excellent."

The three women, receiving praise, smiled at each other, their faces radiant.

"Teacher, what should we do with this guy?" Ning Rongrong asked, pointing at Bu Le, who was sprawled on the ground like a puddle.

"Killing him directly would be too easy..."

Ye Feiyang smiled innocently. "Why not just physically castrate him?"

The three women shivered, feeling that their teacher had switched back to his devilish mode.

Upon hearing that he was going to be castrated, Bu Le was terrified out of his wits.

If he were to suffer such a fate, how could he continue cultivating? What would be the meaning of his life? He immediately struggled to kneel on the ground, begging for mercy, tears streaming down his face.

Men understood men's weaknesses best.

Given the nature of Bu Le's Martial Soul, which relied on absorbing female Soul Power for cultivation, he was no different from an Evil Soul Master. There was no guilt in dealing with him.

Crippling his "tools of the trade" was equivalent to cutting off his evil path.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm not a good person to begin with."

Ye Feiyang said with an innocent expression, "I'm eliminating a scourge for the people, so he won't harm other girls in the future."

The receptionist, however, still felt lingering fear and timidly spoke up: "H-how about we hand him over to the city guards to handle? He's definitely committed more than just this one offense, and that would put my mind at ease."

She knew that private fighting and killing were prohibited within the city, and she was also worried that this person would retaliate against her later.

"You have a point."

Ye Feiyang readily agreed. "You go report it, and I'll 'have a good talk' with him."

Zhu Zhuqing immediately understood and tacitly left with the others.

Just as Bu Le sensed that something was wrong, a sharp gust of wind swept past his crotch!

"Ah—"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

"Devil! You've ruined my path to cultivation, I'll fight you!"

Bu Le roared in despair, but Ye Feiyang had already turned his harmful appendage into dust, making recovery impossible.

There was currently no one in this world who could bring the dead back to life or grow flesh and bones.

Even if such a person existed, they certainly wouldn't bother to treat a scoundrel like him, would they?

"Your Martial Soul is truly disgusting. I have no idea who could have created it."

"You've done quite a few wicked things over the years, haven't you? This is your retribution."

Ye Feiyang's tone was icy as he crippled the man's limbs. He'd enjoyed himself for years, and now it was time to pay the debt.

After finishing, he turned and left without any hesitation.

After regrouping with the girls, he waved his hand and said, "Let's go. Someone else will handle the aftermath."

The receptionist bowed again solemnly. "Thank you all so much. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would have met a terrible fate tonight."

Ye Feiyang's expression was righteous. "It was just a small favor! We happened to be out for a late-night snack and ran into this, plus, she's an acquaintance. How could we not help?"

As he spoke, he naturally turned to Zhu Zhuqing. "You must be hungry after fighting for so long. Where were we...?"

He spoke while secretly and expectantly glancing at the receptionist.

Fortunately, she was very perceptive and immediately chimed in, "Oh? You're going out for a late-night snack? Please let me treat you. Consider it my thanks..."

"Sure!" Ye Feiyang agreed readily.

Ning Rongrong and the other two girls couldn't bear to watch and turned their faces away. This teacher's affection for others is real, and his disdain for us is also real!

"I know a restaurant with delicious food..."

The receptionist was determined to splurge. Besides thanking them, she also wanted to leave a good impression on Ye Feiyang.

She subtly walked alongside Ye Feiyang and asked with a hint of shyness, "By the way, I haven't asked for your name yet?"

"Ye Feiyang."

He answered crisply and decisively. He wasn't some selfless saint; of course, he'd leave his name after doing a good deed!

Seeing the two chatting happily, the three girls' hearts immediately sounded an alarm: Could the teacher be charmed by this woman?

No! Absolutely not!

He ignores us, but he's so enthusiastic towards others?

Are our legs not long enough? Is Xiao Wu's waist not slender enough? Does Zhu Zhuqing not have a strong enough aura?

Teacher, please look at us more!

The three girls were dejected the entire way, while Ye Feiyang was secretly delighted at saving himself a meal.

After the late-night snack, the night was already very deep.

After escorting the receptionist back to her residence, the four of them returned to Supreme Academy.

Xiao Wu never found an opportunity to speak with Ye Feiyang alone. Dejected, she bid farewell and walked towards Shrek Academy.

From afar, she saw a slender figure standing in the darkness, waiting.

"Third Brother? Why are you still out here?" she greeted him proactively.

Tang San stared at her in silence for a long time before lowering his voice and asking, "Where did you go? Why are you back so late?"

He suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible.

"I, I went for a late-night snack with Rongrong and the others. What's wrong?"

"Xiao Wu, it's very dangerous outside at night. If you want to go anywhere in the future, I'll go with you. I really can't rest easy with you alone," Tang San said with a grave tone.

Xiao Wu was taken aback. "I wasn't alone..."

"We were always a group of four. With Teacher Ye there, what danger could there be?"

She looked at Tang San and suddenly felt his gaze tonight was unusually unfamiliar, filled with an emotion called "possessiveness."

"Third Brother, I'm really fine. Don't overthink it."

She subconsciously took half a step back. "We have class tomorrow, I'm going back to rest now."

This subtle evasive movement caused another pang of pain in Tang San's heart.

The Xiao Wu from before would never have treated him like this.

"Then, alright. Get some rest early, see you tomorrow."

Tang San forced himself to maintain his composure. He watched Xiao Wu turn and leave, and only after she was completely out of sight did he slowly return to the dormitory.

In the darkness, a figure that had been hidden for a long time slowly shook its head and let out an almost inaudible sigh.

"Xiao San, you've disappointed me too much," Tang Hao murmured inwardly.

He was indeed somewhat disappointed.

He had sensed Tang San's abnormal state earlier and had been secretly observing him these past few days, identifying the root of the problem.

The reason Tang San had been so dispirited and listless lately was entirely because of Xiao Wu.

If the situation weren't so difficult to salvage, he would never have wanted to act against Xiao Wu.

But seeing his son so deeply entangled in love and neglecting his cultivation because of a woman, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by his lack of ambition.

Coincidentally, Yu Xiaogang had just arrived at Shrek Academy and could help look after Tang San, which was why he had abandoned the idea of appearing directly to lecture him.

As a father, all he could do now was secretly clear obstacles for his son.

He had a close-quarters fight with Ye Feiyang before, but it hadn't achieved the effect he wanted.

His gaze turned towards Supreme Academy, a cruel glint flashing in his eyes.

For his son's sake, it seemed he had to make another trip.

His figure flickered, and he silently appeared in the quiet little courtyard.

Ye Feiyang sensed the movement immediately and opened his eyes from his meditation.

The visitor made no attempt to conceal his presence, clearly doing so intentionally.

He stepped out of the room and, upon seeing who it was, said with a mocking tone, "Heh, old man, want to fight again? Did you bring enough money this time?"

"Let me remind you, my courtyard isn't a place you can just come and go as you please. If you don't pay up, you might have to leave something behind today."

Tang Hao was not intimidated by Ye Feiyang's words.

Although he hadn't gained an advantage in their previous clash of physical strength, as the dignified Clear Sky Douluo, he possessed the world's number one tool Martial Soul, striking fear into the hearts of ordinary Soul Masters wherever he went.

This brash young man didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth; tonight, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

He glanced at Shrek Academy behind him and said, "You wouldn't want our fight to affect your two precious students, would you?"

Ye Feiyang found this amusing.

He spoke so nobly, but in the end, wasn't he just worried about Tang San seeing them fight here?

However, he had no intention of exposing the other's identity—what if Tang Hao became desperate and attacked his disciples?

Coincidentally, he also didn't want to disturb his disciples' rest.

"Of course, as you wish. Lead the way!"

The two moved rapidly, one after the other, for dozens of miles, finding a desolate and uninhabited place.

As soon as Tang Hao steadied himself, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse, "Kid, your strength is indeed impressive, to be able to keep up with my speed. However, you shouldn't have provoked Xiao Wu."

The reason he targeted Xiao Wu instead of Tang San was naturally out of protection for his son.

After hearing this, Ye Feiyang really wanted to spit in his face.

This kind of old man who wanted it both ways was truly despicable.

"Hah, provoked? Who do you think you are? Old man, daring to speak to me like this, you're really getting too much credit!" Ye Feiyang retorted unceremoniously.

His tone was forceful and somewhat humiliating—he wanted to ensure they would fight thoroughly this time and not run off halfway like last time.

When words fail, actions speak.

He directly released his Martial Soul, ready for battle.

Seven Soul Rings lit up in succession, emitting a strong sense of pressure—purple, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black!

The first two Soul Rings, with the assistance of Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, had already advanced to the thousand-year level.

Indeed, upon seeing Ye Feiyang's Soul Ring configuration, Tang Hao's pupils contracted.

His brow furrowed; this Soul Ring combination was somewhat beyond reason.

He wanted to ask something, but felt he might not get an answer.

However, his heart instantly grew heavy, realizing he had encountered a true opponent this time.

But he would not back down now—he wasn't afraid of people from Martial Soul Hall, so why would he be afraid of this brash young man?

He let out a sinister laugh, his voice so low it was chilling, carrying a sinister undertone.

Then, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

As nine Soul Rings appeared beneath his feet, Ye Feiyang vaguely seemed to hear a song by Angela Chang!

He held a giant hammer, and the scarlet hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring beneath his feet looked particularly dazzling.

However, this self-accompanied entrance did not intimidate Ye Feiyang in the slightest.

On the contrary, Ye Feiyang maintained his infuriating demeanor.

Not seeing the expected scene of deterrence, Tang Hao's face showed displeasure. The giant hammer in his hand immediately crackled with electricity, emitting a 'pīlīpālā' sound.

But despite his outwardly strong appearance, he was still injured and had not fully recovered, unwilling to fight Ye Feiyang to the death.

"Kid, if you leave here immediately, I might spare you."

Ye Feiyang let out a scoff and pointed his sword at Tang Hao, saying, "Hah, I've already activated my Soul Rings, and you're telling me you don't want to fight now?"

"Fifth Soul Skill: Boundless Sword Tomb!"

Without giving Tang Hao a chance to speak, he directly unleashed his domain, enveloping the two of them.

He couldn't let this cunning old man escape—acting all high and mighty? Does he really think he's a universal pair of underwear?

Tang Hao's expression turned serious, not expecting Ye Feiyang to be so decisive. Even more astonishing was that Ye Feiyang possessed a domain.

He calmly released his Slaughter God's Domain, attempting to use the blood-red light curtain to push back the suppression, only to find his domain being firmly suppressed by Ye Feiyang's domain!

No matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the restraint of Ye Feiyang's domain.

His heart was filled with shock—it was obvious the two domains were not on the same level, and Ye Feiyang's Soul Power was not weaker than his.

This is hilarious, I'm actually being suppressed by a Soul Sage?

The solemnity in his heart grew even stronger.

Ye Feiyang knew the saying that villains die from talking too much, so he had no intention of wasting words.

His first move was to launch a thunderous strike.

Taking advantage of Tang Hao being suppressed by his own domain, he decisively continued his attack.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Myriad Transformation Sword Prison!"

Tens of thousands of sword qi condensed into fine swords in the void, whistling out in the direction Ye Feiyang pointed. Ten thousand swords attacked simultaneously, rushing straight for Tang Hao!

Tang Hao narrowed his eyes, his entire body surging with Soul Power. He intended to block it calmly, but unexpectedly appeared somewhat flustered.

Ye Feiyang's Soul Skill offensive was simply too swift and dense, and Tang Hao was trapped within the domain, frequently getting hit and unable to dodge.

After one exchange, he had a completely new understanding of Ye Feiyang's strength.

This young man indeed possessed extraordinary qualities; it was no wonder he showed him no respect at every turn.

He blocked with difficulty as another wave of attacks arrived.

"First Soul Skill: Azure Leaf Sky-Rending!"

A strange sword qi pierced his defense, tearing through his flesh, and blood instantly splattered out.

From the start of the battle until now, Tang Hao had been in a state of passive defense. His anger was almost overflowing, yet he found he had no way to break free.

It was because within Ye Feiyang's domain, he was like a living target, restricted everywhere.

He had to constantly guard against the ubiquitous sword qi. Even the seemingly ordinary weeds under his feet were like divine weapons, easily capable of cutting through his defenses.

"Ah!!" he roared, no longer daring to be careless in the slightest.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Martial Soul Avatar!"

Seeing this, Ye Feiyang's lips curved into a smile—he had long prepared a countermeasure.

"Sixth Soul Skill: Law Severing Strike!"

Tang Hao could not dodge this strike and was hit precisely. The circulation of Soul Power within his body was forcibly interrupted, and the activation of his Martial Soul Avatar completely failed.

Not only was he forced back to his original form, but he also suffered backlash damage from "Law Severing," and another deep wound appeared on his body.

He was furious, knowing he had to break Ye Feiyang's domain first, otherwise he would remain on the defensive.

Ignoring defense, he wildly swung his giant hammer, fiercely striking the domain's barrier.

Ye Feiyang's face turned slightly red from the impact.

He secretly pondered: As expected of a Titled Douluo, their explosive power is indeed not to be underestimated.

Seeing the domain about to shatter, he no longer held back his strength.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Sword Grass Descends!"