Poor Little Lord (Part 1)

"Lord, are we really not going to stop this?" Di Tian, Zi Ji, and Bi Ji appeared behind Gu Yue and asked helplessly.

"Keep an eye on things. As long as she doesn't die, leave her alone," Gu Yue said calmly.

"Lord, isn't this somewhat inappropriate?" Zi Ji asked, her delicate brows tightly furrowed. She, Di Tian, and Bi Ji had always known that Xia Yi was different from them. Xia Yi did not hold much loyalty toward Gu Yue.

If Na'er injured Xia Yi again, they might end up driving Xia Yi straight out of the Star Dou Forest.

"I told you to keep an eye on things. Just make sure Na'er doesn't die in there," Gu Yue said, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly. She was not worried about Xia Yi at all. The one she worried about was Na'er.

In truth, she had plenty of ways to stop Na'er. But Xia Yi had beaten her up, and beaten her so badly. If she did not let Na'er go get beaten up too, she simply could not balance things in her heart.

"Little Lord is a Two-Ring, and both her spirit rings are Thousand-Year Spirit Rings. Plus, she has the Silver Dragon Spear?" Bi Ji frowned slightly.

Gu Yue nodded and said with her head lowered, "Of course I know that. But don't forget Di Tian's evaluation of Xia Yi. He's clever."

Before this, even though Xia Yi had defeated Tang Wulin, Gu Yue would never have believed that Xia Yi could defeat Na'er.

But after their conversation just now, Gu Yue truly understood that Di Tian had not merely been speaking casually when he said Xia Yi was clever.

"If that's really the case..." Bi Ji's expression changed several times before she finally could not help looking toward the Inner Court.

"Poor Little Lord!" Bi Ji and Zi Ji spoke in unison, their gazes filled with sympathy.

They thought of Gu Yue's miserable state after losing to Xia Yi, then Tang Wulin's miserable state as well, and could not help worrying for their Little Lord.

Screech! The Silver Dragon Spear stabbed straight in through the window. The three-centimeter-thick glass, capable of withstanding the full-force strike of a Level Two Soul Tool, seemed even flimsier than paper and shattered directly into powder.

Xia Yi, who had still been wolfing down his food with his head lowered, slammed both palms against the edge of the dining table the instant the Silver Dragon Spear pierced the window. As the table was sent flying, he and the chair behind him shot backward from the recoil.

The instant he flew backward, the sharp Silver Dragon Spear grazed the skin of his chest, leaving a wound over twenty centimeters long that nearly ran through his entire chest.

Though it looked vicious and terrifying, fortunately, the wound was not deep and had only cut through his skin. However, the Silver Dragon Spear's sharp, icy aura invaded his body, nearly freezing his blood.

Fast—far too fast. Xia Yi had no doubt that if he had not reacted quickly just now, it would not have been as simple as a scratch.

"Huh, you really do have some skill." Na'er's gaze sharpened. Her sudden attack might have caught even a Two-Ring Soul Master off guard, yet Xia Yi had not only reacted, but acted immediately.

Although she was surprised by Xia Yi's reaction speed, Na'er's movements did not slow in the slightest. After her spear missed, she immediately halted her momentum, used the spear like a staff, and smashed it toward Xia Yi as he flew backward.

Just as the Silver Dragon Spear was about to smash into his injured chest, Xia Yi controlled the chair to tip backward, narrowly evading the spear once more.

"How many times can you dodge?" Na'er shouted. The Silver Dragon Spear immediately changed from a horizontal smash to a vertical one, once again striking toward Xia Yi's injured chest.

Na'er was indeed one of the Silver Dragon King's incarnations, and indeed the final disciple of Yun Ming, the current Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion and the Sky-Piercing Douluo. Not only were her reactions incredibly fast, but her control over the Silver Dragon Spear had reached perfection.

No matter how Xia Yi dodged, the Silver Dragon Spear clung tightly to him, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?" Xia Yi brought his palms together with a clap, catching the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear between them before it could strike his chest.

Na'er thrust the spear forward with all her strength, yet it did not move at all. Startled, she exerted every ounce of strength she had to pull it back, but the spearhead seemed embedded in an iron mountain and would not budge.

"This strength... are you really a hundred-thousand-year fox Soul Beast that underwent Transformation?" Na'er was utterly shocked. Though her true body was not a strength-type Soul Beast, as one of the most powerful members of the Dragon Clan, she could still crush countless strength-type Soul Masters in a contest of pure strength.

Yet her cultivation was clearly far beyond Xia Yi's, but he still suppressed her completely in strength. How could she not be shocked?

Although Xia Yi suppressed her in strength, Na'er still did not take him seriously. The instant she discovered that his strength surpassed hers, her First Soul Ring lit up, giving Xia Yi no chance to capitalize on his advantage.

Judging from that alone, her combat awareness was beyond reproach.

"A mere hundred-thousand-year transformed Soul Beast should be proud to make me use a soul skill." As the purple spirit ring around Na'er burst with dazzling light, a massive silver dragon head suddenly appeared at the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear trapped between Xia Yi's palms and opened its jaws to bite him.

"Damn it!" Xia Yi hesitated no longer. As a fox tail appeared, he instantly entered Martial Soul Possession.

After Martial Soul Possession, Xia Yi's strength grew even greater. He swiftly freed one hand and struck the middle of the Silver Dragon Spear like lightning. With a sharp clang, the tremendous force traveled through the spear and into Na'er's hands.

Na'er felt a sharp pain in the web between her thumb and forefinger, and a trace of scarlet appeared in her palm. Only then did she realize that the web of her hand had been split open by the Silver Dragon Spear's vibration.

The immense force and pain made both hands gripping the Silver Dragon Spear lift involuntarily. Because of that slight lift, the silver dragon head at the spear tip flew past Xia Yi's head and bit a huge hole into the wall.

Xia Yi broke out in a cold sweat. If that dragon head had bitten him, it would have torn his head straight off.

"You've got some skill, but not much!" Na'er did not stop because the web of her hand had split open. The Silver Dragon Spear attacked Xia Yi again. She gathered, thrust, smashed, struck, lifted, blocked, swept, parried, and sealed, the spear tip flashing with silver light as she wielded the Silver Dragon Spear with breathtaking mastery.

In less than a minute, she had left more than a dozen wounds on Xia Yi's body, though the wound on his chest remained the most serious.

Strangely enough, Na'er showed no mercy in any of her attacks, yet Xia Yi narrowly avoided every one of them. Even when injured, he never suffered a wound to any vital area.

Xia Yi was alarmed. Na'er looked only eight or nine years old, yet she was this strong, suppressing him so thoroughly that he had no ability to fight back.

More importantly, in only a minute, Xia Yi's Soul Power had been completely exhausted.

Xia Yi did not know that Na'er was even more shocked than he was.

Her cultivation was already much higher than Xia Yi's, yet even with the advantage of a sneak attack, Xia Yi had still forced her to use a soul skill first.

No, something was wrong. Na'er suddenly realized that although Xia Yi had been suppressed the entire time and had entered Martial Soul Possession, he had not used a single soul skill from beginning to end.

Though she had only used her First Soul Skill once, she had also employed the spear techniques Yun Ming, the Sky-Piercing Douluo, had taught her. In her hands, those techniques were no weaker than Thousand-Year Soul Skills.

Yet Xia Yi had received all of them without using any soul skills.

How could that not make her tremble in fear?

"You're using me for practice!" Na'er suddenly realized. She was not an idiot; how could she have failed to think of that?

Though she did not know what Xia Yi's soul skill was, it would surely be somewhat useful. Even when injured, Xia Yi had not used a soul skill. He was obviously using her for practice.

"I thought you were so impressive. A dignified Soul Grandmaster can't even take down a Level Ten auxiliary-type Soul Scholar." Xia Yi sneered disdainfully. It was not that he did not want to use his soul skill; using it might only make him lose faster.