Brushing Xiao Wu's Hair

"Humph, is that so?"

At that moment, Tang San's hands suddenly turned white. With a sweep of his right hand at his waist, several silver-white needles shot through the air like bullets, hurtling toward Liu Yi's chest.

It seemed Tang San had no intention of holding back. Instead, he resorted to tricks.

"Mystic Jade Hand? Interesting."

At that very moment, Liu Yi's aura suddenly erupted, his Soul Power surging out like a tidal sea and forming an enormous wall of air before him.

The silver needles Tang San had thrown were blocked by the air wall and fell to the ground.

"How is that possible?!"

Liu Yi sneered and waved his right hand. The vines beneath his feet instantly shattered.

Before Tang San could react, Liu Yi had already appeared in front of him.

"Underestimating your enemy is a military taboo!"

With a boom, the hilt of Liu Yi's sword smashed hard into Tang San's chest. The intense pain made Tang San's eyes widen and his mouth gape open.

With a thunderous crash, Tang San's body flew like a cannonball, tracing an arc through the sky before crashing straight into a pigsty.

Tang San had thought that after reaching Level 30, he could contend with him. Yet he could not understand why Liu Yi was still so powerful even after suppressing his Soul Power to Level 30.

Could the Seven Kill Sword truly be this powerful? Or had Liu Yi's talent already reached an unparalleled height, leaving no one capable of matching him?

A mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. The pigsty reeked so horribly that he nearly fainted.

Tang San struggled to rise from the ground. Seeing himself covered in filth, anger surged within him.

He wished he could eat Liu Yi's flesh and sleep on his skin!

Tang San's eyes turned bloodshot. Ever since childhood, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? He had always been the one bullying others; when had anyone ever bullied him?

Even if the other party was stronger than him, it could not shake his desire for revenge!

As Liu Yi slowly approached, Tang San quietly took out the Zhuge Divine Crossbow, preparing to deliver a fatal strike the moment Liu Yi let down his guard.

He refused to believe that, as fellow Soul Masters, he could be this weak.

Seeing Tang San's unwillingness to concede, Liu Yi shook his head helplessly. This fellow had no heart of a true powerhouse. Instead, he was obsessively attached to his hidden weapons.

True powerhouses secured victory in a single thought, while Tang San only knew how to resort to underhanded tricks.

"Want to continue?" Liu Yi asked calmly.

Tang San said, "No. Teacher Liu is indeed powerful. Tang San admits defeat."

Liu Yi chuckled. Just as he turned to leave, Tang San's Zhuge Divine Crossbow suddenly fired.

Dozens of silver needles shot toward Liu Yi's back.

Liu Yi had long been prepared. He had already noticed the Zhuge Divine Crossbow in Tang San's right hand. He had thought Tang San would give up, but he had not expected this fellow to be so ungrateful.

Then he had no one to blame but himself.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Quake the Four Directions!"

More than a dozen Seven Kill Swords suddenly appeared around Liu Yi. Their fierce sword qi sliced everything in the surrounding area in two.

Tang San's eyes widened as he stared at Liu Yi's back in disbelief.

Liu Yi did not turn around to look at Tang San. He said coldly, "Tang San, if all you know is how to launch sneak attacks from behind, then you will become nothing but trash. You... take care of yourself!"

After Liu Yi left, Tang San sat in the pigsty, his eyes filled with the light of vengeance.

He had once admired Liu Yi greatly, but later, he realized that his collapse that day could not possibly have been caused by the Man Faced Demon Spider's poison. The injuries on his back had most likely been inflicted by Liu Yi as well.

From then on, Tang San developed a trace of hostility toward Liu Yi.

"Liu Yi!"

After returning to his room, Liu Yi did not rest. Instead, he sat at the head of his bed and began cultivating.

He had been at Level 64 for some time. Once a Soul Master reached Level 50, their cultivation speed dropped drastically. This was why there were countless Soul Masters below the rank of Soul King, while experts above the rank of Soul Emperor were so few.

There were only so many Soul Masters across the entire continent. There were at most a dozen or so Titled Douluo, and Soul Douluo were even rarer.

Soul Saints and Soul Emperors were far more numerous than Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo.

But how could ants like them possibly contend against peak powerhouses such as Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo?

As Liu Yi cultivated, pale blue-white light scattered around him, tightly enveloping his body.

The signs of a breakthrough became increasingly apparent. No one knew how much time passed.

Only then did Liu Yi open his eyes. By then, the sky had already darkened, and dazzling starlight illuminated the entire Douluo Continent.

This secluded cultivation session had taken Liu Yi about a day. Of course, he could have directly broken through to Level 65, but Liu Yi did not do so.

He had spent most of that time consolidating his realm. That was the safer approach.

After finishing his cultivation, Liu Yi got off the bed, sat in a chair, picked up a wine flask, and poured himself a cup of strong liquor.

Thinking back on yesterday's battle, he knew that Tang San had indeed changed somewhat.

"Tang San, hehe. I'll let you know what it means to be worse off alive than dead."

Setting down his wine cup, Liu Yi flew toward the distant forest.

Deep within the forest, Xiao Wu sat beside a pond, gazing at the starry sky. Her right hand tightly held a wooden comb.

When Liu Yi landed, Xiao Wu turned her head. "Teacher Liu, why are you here?"

"I couldn't sleep, so I came out for some fresh air. Why haven't you gone back?"

Liu Yi sat beside Xiao Wu and asked.

"I couldn't sleep either."

"Missing home?"

Xiao Wu fell silent for a moment. "I suppose so."

"Where is your home?"

Liu Yi asked with a smile. Naturally, he knew Xiao Wu's identity.

Xiao Wu shook her head. "My home is gone. It's been gone for a long time."

Seeing Xiao Wu's sorrow, Liu Yi reached out with his right hand and gently rubbed her cute little rabbit ears.

Unbeknownst to them, a boy dressed in blue saw the entire scene.

Tang San hid in a large tree dozens of meters away. With his Purple Demon Eyes, he could clearly see the intimate movements between the two.

Liu Yi had long sensed Tang San's presence, but he simply did not mention it.

"This was left to you by your mother, wasn't it?"

Xiao Wu looked at the wooden comb in her hand, her eyes filled with pain.

"Can I take a look?"

After hesitating for a moment, Xiao Wu handed over the wooden comb.

Liu Yi took the comb and examined it carefully. It was just an ordinary piece of wood.

"Let me comb your hair."

"Huh?" Xiao Wu froze. Before she could react, Liu Yi began combing her hair with the wooden comb.

Xiao Wu's face immediately reddened. Her mother's words involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

"In your life, only one man may comb your hair. That man will be your husband."

Tang San finally could not endure it any longer. Seeing the woman he loved letting another man comb her hair, how could he possibly tolerate it?