Crushing Dai Mubai! Zhu Zhuqing's Heart Races Madly!

Dai Mubai's vile attitude immediately set Xiao Wu off!

She jumped up, ready to kick him.

Tang Lan yanked her back and shielded her behind him.

"Why should a little sister stand up for her Brother?" Tang Lan said indulgently. "Let me handle it."

"Hmph! Then beat him up hard, Brother!" Xiao Wu said unhappily.

Tang Lan was about to agree.

But Dai Mubai arrogantly said, "No need. The two of you can come at me together."

Confident and wild.

Tang Lan chuckled.

He clenched one fist, threw away all flourishes, and launched a simple straight punch.

Dai Mubai raised his brows!

He answered with a straight punch of his own, his eyes full of disdain—How many levels could someone his age possibly have? And he dared go head-to-head with a power-attack specialist like me—

Bang—

Their fists collided and remained locked for an instant.

Dai Mubai, who had not used his full strength, was pushed back half a step by an immense force.

His face immediately darkened!

Damn it!

He had embarrassed himself in front of his female companions?

How could that be allowed!

Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—appeared beneath his feet as he assumed a fighting stance and faced Tang Lan.

"Dai Mubai, White Tiger Martial Soul, Level 37 power-attack Battle Soul Grandmaster. Please advise!"

Tang Lan smiled as well.

He had suffered for being arrogant, so why was he getting upset?

Zhu Zhuqing, watching from the shadows, sneered as well.

After all these years apart,

Dai Mubai had only gotten worse.

She had traveled all this way just to find this piece of trash?

Was he worth it?

The next moment,

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils constricted!

Because—

Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple—rose beneath Tang Lan's feet, dazzlingly bright!

"Tang Lan, Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, Level 40 control-type Battle Soul Grandmaster."

—His actual level was naturally higher than 40. He had deliberately held back from condensing his Origin Soul Ring.

Dai Mubai: (●-●)

What the hell?

Level 40?

And a control-type at that?

A complete counter to his power-attack type!

His Martial Soul might be the "useless Martial Soul," Blue Silver Grass, but Tang Lan looked younger than him, yet his level was three levels higher!

This was a useless Martial Soul?!

Could this be a useless Martial Soul?!

Then didn't that mean he was worse than a useless Martial Soul?

But no matter what, he had started this duel.

Surrender was impossible. He could only force himself to fight!

He opened with a soul skill, as a show of respect!

"Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Light Wave!"

Dai Mubai spat out a ball of white light that shot straight at Tang Lan.

However.

Tang Lan did not even use his Martial Soul. As though unaffected by gravity, he tilted left until he was nearly parallel to the ground, easily evading the white light ball.

Lingbo Microstep!

Boom—

The hotel's front desk was blasted in half.

"Decent power, but your aim is poor," Tang Lan commented. "That isn't how you use a soul skill."

As he spoke,

he flicked out a strand of Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor. Dai Mubai rapidly retreated, intending to dodge it.

But Tang Lan reached toward him from afar, and a golden dragon appeared out of thin air, coiling around him and dragging him toward Tang Lan.

Dragon Grasping Hand!

The Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor wrapped around Dai Mubai's neck, draining his energy.

Dai Mubai was startled!

It combined control and weakening effects?

He slashed at the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor with his claw, trying to tear it apart.

Yet the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor was astonishingly tough and actually bounced his claw away!

It bounced it away!

As his Soul Power drained away like flowing water, his fatigue deepened, and his body gradually grew weak.

Dai Mubai knew he could not wait any longer!

His Third Soul Ring lit up, bursting with purple light!

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

The White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him. His muscles swelled, and black stripes emerged across his skin.

This time, he slashed down confidently—

Only for it to be bounced away again!!!

Dai Mubai was stunned!

What was going on?

His Third Soul Ring was a Thousand Year Soul Ring!

For half an hour, it doubled his resistance to abnormal conditions, as well as his attack, defense, and strength!

Yet he still could not cut through this Blue Silver Grass?

Tang Lan merely smiled without speaking.

His current soul ring limit was 21,010 years.

His three Origin Soul Rings gave him the amplification of three twenty-thousand-year soul rings.

Coupled with the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor itself, its toughness far surpassed ordinary Blue Silver Grass.

Even a Four-Ring Soul Grandmaster would be left helpless unless they possessed an Ultimate Spirit.

A Level 37 Dai Mubai?

Heh.

Seeing that he had absorbed enough, Tang Lan raised a hand toward Dai Mubai and gently closed it.

"Explode!"

The Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor around Dai Mubai's neck instantly crawled across his entire body, binding him tightly.

It wildly drained his Soul Power, Mental Power, and life force, comprehensively weakening him.

He had completely lost any hope of breaking free.

Tang Lan walked before him and looked directly into his evil eyes.

"Forget about making you get lost. But those two rooms are mine now."

The host has gained Dai Mubai's acknowledgment and seized a tiny amount of Tang San's Luck!

Reward: "Soul Ring Age +100"!

There was even an unexpected bonus?

Tang Lan released the Life Spirit Blue Silver Emperor, got up, and left.

He simply exposed his back to a power-attack Battle Soul Master.

Dai Mubai's face was dark as he clenched his fists and stared fixedly at Tang Lan.

He looked ready to strike at any moment.

Yet even after Tang Lan put an arm around Xiao Wu and vanished around the end of the corridor,

Dai Mubai did not move at all.

—Proud as he was, how could he possibly launch a sneak attack?

He did not bother with the twins either. He tossed down a bag of money and hurried away.

In the shadows,

Zhu Zhuqing's cold gaze remained fixed on the corridor where Tang Lan had disappeared, and she could not recover for a long while.

Level 40?

He even had Twin Martial Souls!

Not only was his compatibility with her Martial Soul Fusion Skill extremely high, but she was the main body of it!

His excellence practically radiated light.

Then she looked at Dai Mubai.

Without Tang Lan as a comparison, she might have been able to reluctantly give him a chance.

But now—

"Isn't it just a woman? I can steal him away!"

Zhu Zhuqing's eyes gleamed as she turned and left as well.

At their age, if nothing unexpected happened, they would meet again tomorrow.

Inside Rose Room 1.

Tang Lan looked at the roses filling the room and the suggestive decorations, and his heart stirred.

"Whoa—"

Xiao Wu cheered and pounced onto the large bed, rolling around amid the rose petals covering it.

"It smells so good!"

"That Dai guy really knows how to enjoy himself, huh?"

Good heavens!

The view beneath her skirt was pointed right at Tang Lan. Even though she was wearing safety shorts, it still left much to the imagination.

Tang Lan was frustrated too!

Was it that he did not want to?

Though the Nine Yang Divine Skill had reached Great Perfection, his level was still insufficient.

And the Pure Yang Body was a "Cultivation Accelerator" that could increase the efficiency with which he gathered Soul Power by over tenfold.

Pleasure and the Cultivation Accelerator were like fish and bear's paw.

It was hard to choose.

He would probably have to wait until he became a Titled Douluo.

But!

The only bad thing was that he could not go all the way. It did not mean he could not do anything at all!

"Ah! Brother!"

After fooling around with Xiao Wu for a while,

Tang Lan got down to business and began tempering her body.

Perhaps because she was a Soul Beast Transformation,

Xiao Wu had been stuck at the second layer of the Nine Yang Divine Skill for six years.

The difficulty of cleansing her meridians and marrow far surpassed that of ordinary people.

Fortunately,

only the final bit of progress remained before it would be complete.

By nightfall.

Xiao Wu finally completed her transformation. She opened her eyes excitedly.

"Brother! I've broken through to Level 30!" Xiao Wu said excitedly. "After cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill, my meridians widened by more than double, and the Soul Power I gain from leveling up increased several times over. Otherwise, I would have reached Level 30 long ago!"

Tang Lan smiled happily as well.

"Then do you want to condense your Origin Soul Ring now, or—"

"Now!" Xiao Wu said impatiently. "I wonder what my Third Soul Ring will be?"

"Alright, I'll stand guard for you." Tang Lan nodded.

Xiao Wu immediately sat cross-legged and began condensing her Origin Soul Ring.

Tang Lan went to the window and gazed out at the night view.

He had reached Level 40, yet he had never been in a hurry to condense his Origin Soul Ring.

As for why?

Naturally, it was to screw over Tang San.

After verifying it for himself,

he found that without obtaining a soul ring, one could continue accumulating up to ten levels—the limit for the next soul ring.

Tang Lan had reached level 40 a year ago, so there was still plenty of time.

—Don't think that was slow.

Thanks to his Nine Yang Divine Skill at Great Perfection, along with his Indestructible Body, his meridians were several times broader than Xiao Wu's.

Naturally, the Soul Power required to level up increased proportionally.

But the benefits were equally impressive.

At the same level,

the quality of his Soul Power was more than ten times that of an ordinary Soul Master!

So while it looked like he was only three levels ahead of Dai Mubai, the actual gap in Soul Power was at least an entire major realm.

"Knock, knock, knock—"