Overwhelming Force Overcomes All Tricks

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, Manager Wang felt like crying but had no tears. He could only beg bitterly.

"Please show mercy, Lords Soul Master. We're just a small business—we really can't withstand you wrecking the place again."

Yu Xiaowei chuckled and pointed at Dai Mubai.

"He'll pay."

Dai Mubai said nothing, only glaring fiercely at Yu Xiaowei.

The young girl who had been crying on the stairs just now gave him an intensely familiar feeling, as though she had originally been his.

So when he saw Yu Xiaowei sitting beside her, he inexplicably felt as if he had been cuckolded.

His reason was gradually overtaken by brutality. Right now, he only wanted to tear the unknown youth before him to pieces and chew him apart.

Sensing Dai Mubai's savage aura, Tang San shielded Xiao Wu as they retreated, frowning.

"This Dai Mubai is getting serious. Who is that boy? Did the two of them already have a grudge?"

Xiao Wu glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who stood uncertainly on the stairs, then at the twins who had long since fled far away. She said unhappily,

"Hmph, men are all no good. It'd be best if one of them got beaten to death!"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Tang San flicked her nose, took Xiao Wu's hand, and hurriedly retreated behind the hotel counter.

At this point, Dai Mubai's aura surged fiercely. With a savage expression, he demanded,

"What is your relationship with her?"

"Hmm, let me think how to put it."

Yu Xiaowei folded his arms and pretended to ponder for a moment before grinning.

"She owed me money, and she just finished paying it back today. Mm, yes, that's the relationship."

Owed money? Paid it back at a hotel? What other kind of payment could that be?!

"Aaaah—!"

Dai Mubai flew into a rage, veins bulging across his forehead. The White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him, and his surging Soul Power filled the entire first floor with pressure like crashing waves. He raised a tiger paw at Yu Xiaowei and roared,

"Show me your Martial Soul!!!"

"I'm going to beat you to death today!!!"

After sensing Dai Mubai's aura from afar, Tang San's pupils abruptly constricted. Xiao Wu no longer had the same fierce momentum from when she had traded insults with Dai Mubai; her face turned slightly pale as she hid farther behind Tang San.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing on the stairs, looked down with worry on her face. As for whom she was worried about, that was impossible to say.

"Tch."

Ignoring Dai Mubai's violent aura, Yu Xiaowei said disdainfully, "Do I need to summon my Martial Soul to beat up trash like you?"

He had beaten up plenty of Soul Ancestors. He truly could not muster any interest in a mere Soul Elder like Dai Mubai.

Feeling utterly humiliated, Dai Mubai let out a furious shout and consecutively used White Tiger Vajra Transformation and White Tiger Barrier, turning into a black-and-white bolt of lightning as he charged at Yu Xiaowei.

Yet what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.

There was no earth-shattering battle, nor were there any dazzling moves.

Yu Xiaowei casually caught Dai Mubai's fist. With a slight exertion of force, he pressed him down until he knelt before him.

A faint smile curled at his lips. Yu Xiaowei seemed to glance casually at Tang San and said with a cheerful smile,

"Kitty, remember this."

"Before absolute strength, all techniques are nothing more than flashy tricks."

"And one more thing: in this world, not everyone is someone you can afford to provoke."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force, swung Dai Mubai up, and smashed him viciously into the ground.

Bang—

Bang—

Bang—

After three consecutive heavy impacts, a huge crater had been smashed into the hotel floor. Dai Mubai felt as though every bone in his body was about to break, blood constantly pouring from his nose and mouth.

If he had not been a Soul Elder of the Strength Attack System, another Soul Elder with a weaker physique might have been slammed to death by those blows.

The way he looked at Yu Xiaowei was no longer filled with the earlier brutality, but with fear.

A Soul Elder? Or a Soul Ancestor?

Where had this monster come from? He did not even look that old, yet he was this terrifying.

Dai Mubai had already gone all out, yet he had not even managed to force this monster to summon his Martial Soul.

Tang San stared in shock as he tightly gripped Xiao Wu's hand. Yu Xiaowei's astonishing combat strength dealt him a massive blow.

His Purple Demon Eye had long been cultivated to the level of minute observation. Thus, the instant Yu Xiaowei made his move, Tang San could tell that the youth was absolutely no older than fifteen, perhaps not even thirteen.

He had originally been rather proud of his level 29 Soul Power at the age of twelve.

But after seeing Yu Xiaowei, he felt that all these years of cultivation had gone to the dogs.

Seeing Dai Mubai beaten until he was barely clinging to life, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes revealed a trace of heartache.

"Remember to make him pay for the damages."

Yu Xiaowei pointed at Dai Mubai on the floor and solemnly told Manager Wang.

Already dazed from being slammed around, Dai Mubai rolled his eyes and fainted upon hearing that.

The disturbance came to an end as Yu Xiaowei strode away.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at Dai Mubai on the ground, then at Yu Xiaowei's retreating back.

After hesitating for a moment, she pursed her lips and lightly stomped her foot. Then she hurried downstairs, laboriously helped Dai Mubai up, hoisted him onto her slender back, and rushed toward a medical clinic in the city.

Tang San and Xiao Wu watched Zhu Zhuqing's actions in confusion. They now found the relationship between those three rather baffling.

When had country children ever seen such a scene? They could only sigh.

The city folk sure knew how to play.

But neither of them dared remain at the Rose Hotel any longer, and they hurriedly left.

Only Manager Wang and the receptionist remained in the hotel. Looking at the first floor, now a complete mess, they felt like crying but had no tears.

As they cleaned up, they repeatedly hypnotized themselves.

"Soul Masters are noble beings. Those people just now were at least Soul Grand Masters—perhaps even descendants of some great clan. They aren't people we can afford to offend."

Toward evening, a burly middle-aged man in his fifties arrived at the Rose Hotel counter.

"Hello, sir. May I ask what you—"

Before he could finish, the burly middle-aged man smashed his fist into the counter. Without seeming to exert much force, he reduced the wooden counter to a pile of splinters.

In a deep, muffled voice, he said,

"One of my students was seriously injured here today. Who did it? Find him for me."

Another Soul Master—and one far more formidable than the two from that morning.

The receptionist shrank into a ball in fright and said miserably,

"That guest left this morning and never came back. We don't know where he went."

"Lord Soul Master, please be merciful and spare our little establishment."

"We really can't endure you smashing the place like this."

The middle-aged man snorted unhappily and barked,

"His name? Find it."

"Hmph, he dared beat my Zhao Wuji's student into that state. I want to see what kind of person he is."

After a while, the receptionist trembled as he brought over a ledger and pointed to a name inside.

"Lord Soul Master, that guest's name was Yu Xiaowei."

"Yu Xiaowei."

Zhao Wuji repeated the name several times, as though he intended to carve those three words firmly into his heart.

As for where Yu Xiaowei was now?

After beating Dai Mubai into that state, Shrek's bunch of old bastards who protected their own regardless of right or wrong would definitely send one of their elders to seek revenge.

If he still dared stay at the Rose Hotel now, then he really had been kicked in the head by a donkey.