Mind Your Image, Fight Elegantly

The Front Hall fell silent the moment Yu Tianheng finished speaking.

Bai Wanwan reached up to dig at her ear, somewhat doubtful that she had heard him correctly. Her eyes filled with disbelief, but that was quickly replaced by sharpness and fury in her beautiful gaze.

What kind of outrageous nonsense was that? Did he not want to walk out the main gate upright?

"Brat, are you fucking looking to die?"

Moxiong stepped forward, the pressure of a Titled Douluo radiating from his body as it bore down on Yu Tianheng.

Guibao's figure flickered several times before appearing at the entrance to the Front Hall.

Though he said nothing, his meaning was obvious.

With just one word, they would not be leaving the Front Hall today.

Yu Tianxin's gaze was full of bewilderment.

He had not even said a word yet, so how had he ended up being targeted by Titled Douluo? And his cousin's line about buying her for one night somehow sounded a little off.

Qian Renxue stared murderously and coldly at Yu Tianheng. Just as she was about to rise and teach him a lesson, a blue figure rushed out ahead of her.

"Stand down!"

"Isn't he refusing to accept it?"

"I'll handle him myself!"

The moment Bai Wanwan's voice fell, a Dragon Roar echoed through the Front Hall.

The temperature in the Front Hall rapidly dropped.

The Water Dragon King Spirit appeared behind Bai Wanwan. One yellow, two purple, and two black—five Spirit Rings flickered continuously beneath her feet.

The instant Bai Wanwan released her spirit, both Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin felt suppression originating from their bloodlines. Their own spirits actually trembled, as though they were afraid.

A flying kick struck Yu Tianheng squarely in the chest. After kicking him to the ground, Bai Wanwan raised her leg and stomped down at him.

Gulp~

Sitting in his chair, Yu Tianxin unconsciously swallowed as he watched the scene before him.

The suppression from his bloodline and the trembling of his spirit left him too afraid to move. Moreover, he could feel three gazes staring directly at him.

Two of them carried the aura of Titled Douluo, pressing directly down on him.

Gulp~

He swallowed again.

"Young Lady, I have a few words to say."

"Although this is a normal match in the Spirit Master World, lifting your skirt to kick someone is still rather damaging to your image."

"But then again, Young Lady, you fought very elegantly, so the impact actually isn't that great."

Yu Tianxin wiped away cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead. Just now, he had felt the gazes upon him grow a little heavier.

With a bang.

A solid wooden chair smashed into Yu Tianheng's body and instantly shattered, sending splinters flying everywhere. One piece happened to graze past Yu Tianxin's neck.

"Cough~"

"Miss, although normal spirit master matches do not forbid the use of external objects, such things are still not encouraged."

"And!"

"Please exercise some restraint. Do not accidentally injure others, and do not damage the flowers and plants in the residence either."

Yu Tianxin let out a soft breath. After glancing at the scene before him, he closed his eyes somewhat unwillingly.

There was no rule in the Spirit Master World against two against one.

Although he was Yu Tianheng's cousin, interfering in a one-on-one match in the Spirit Master World was still inadvisable. Besides, honestly speaking, even if he intervened, he would at most become an extra punching bag. It would serve no real purpose.

As for the rumors circulating in Heaven Dou City that no one among the younger generation could surpass her, he felt there was no exaggeration in those words.

Among the younger generation, Bai Wanwan was the only one he had seen who had become a five-ring Spirit King at such an age. Furthermore, Bai Wanwan's Spirit Ring configuration exceeded even the optimal configuration and had reached the level of absorbing rings beyond her rank.

So, as for the statement that no one among the younger generation could surpass her, Yu Tianxin did not know whether others accepted it or not, but he was completely convinced now.

Another bang rang out.

Wood splinters flew everywhere, and the broken solid wooden chair scattered across the floor. Yu Tianheng lay sprawled on the ground along with it.

"Cousin, your bones really are tough!"

"Even after all this, you still won't admit defeat."

"No wonder the clan leader often says that you have his bearing!"

Yu Tianxin silently sighed to himself and began calculating the time.

Another loud bang sounded.

But Yu Tianxin was already used to it.

It was only a fine solid wooden chair. Two had already been smashed just now. Perfectly normal.

Time slowly passed.

About fifteen minutes later, Bai Wanwan's anger had subsided somewhat. Looking at Yu Tianheng, who had long since passed out and was so battered and bruised that his original appearance could no longer be made out, she gradually stopped moving and turned her gaze toward Yu Tianxin, who was sitting upright beside her.

"Are you unconvinced as well?"

Bai Wanwan's voice was as calm as ever.

"Cough~"

"Respected Young Lady, there is one small point I need to correct. From the moment I entered the Front Hall, I never once said that I was unconvinced."

"Strictly speaking, I merely accompanied my cousin here."

"Now that the match between you has ended, I believe I should be able to take him back."

"Moreover, our clan head told us before we came that the younger generation's affairs would not be interfered with by the older generation. So please rest assured, Young Lady. Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan can afford to lose, and we lose with honor. We will absolutely not cause Trouble afterwards."

Yu Tianxin made a gesture, his movements elegant, like a refined and courteous gentleman.

Yet his gaze involuntarily fell upon Guibao, who stood blocking the doorway, and Moxiong, who had his arms folded across his chest and was radiating the aura of a Titled Douluo.

"Hmph~"

"Take him back."

"Remember to give Clan Head Yu our regards. If there is a next time, I won't mind going to reason things out with Clan Head Yu myself."

Bai Wanwan snorted, withdrew her Martial Soul, and walked back toward her seat.

"Very well."

Yu Tianxin rose from his seat, supported the unconscious Yu Tianheng, and headed toward the door.

He had originally thought Yu Tianheng was tough, able to endure such a beating without making a sound. It turned out that he had passed out long ago.

Watching the two leave the hall, Guibao narrowed his eyes.

"Young Lady, are we really letting them leave just like that?"

"Should this subordinate..."

Guibao did not finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.

"No need."

"The meaning behind his words may not have been what we thought. Giving him a lesson and making him remember it is enough. If we really kill him, it would cause some trouble. Dealing with it would be somewhat unfavorable to the bigger picture."

Bai Wanwan lightly waved her hand and sat down in her seat.

Guibao and Moxiong exchanged a glance, then beckoned several maids over and had them clean the Front Hall before returning to stand behind Qian Renxue and Bai Wanwan.