Prince Xue Beng's Daily Beating

Before Zu Zong could speak, one of the men opposite him started cursing, "Insolence! You dare not bow when you see Prince Xue Beng?" Then he saluted the leading Soul Master. "Prince Xue Beng, these two commoners know no manners. Shall I teach them a lesson for you?"

The first impression the leading Soul Master gave was summed up in two words: spoiled brat. It was not just his appearance; it was as if those words had been carved into his bones.

Zu Zong suddenly understood. No wonder he looked so familiar. So it was Xue Beng, the guy Dai Mubai beat up the moment he appeared in the original story! It seemed this fellow was even pretending to be a fool to catch tigers. In the end, he became the Heaven Dou Empire's biggest winner after relying on Tang San and the others to expose Qian Renxue's Camouflage, inheriting the throne.

Though Xue Beng was a bastard, he was not stupid. Although he was a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, he was also the least favored one, and his life was constantly in danger. His brothers who had died young were proof enough. There were people he truly could not afford to offend, such as the Upper Three Sects, Spirit Hall, or his eldest brother, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.

Seeing that Zu Zong was well dressed and carried himself with an extraordinary air, Xue Beng probed, "Which family are you from?"

Xiao Wu, standing beside him, had long since grown impatient. She had finally gotten to enjoy using her "little boyfriend" as a backrest, only for some unwelcome interloper to appear halfway through. "What family? We were invited here to join Heaven Dou Academy."

Hearing that, Xue Beng secretly sighed in relief. It seemed they were merely phoenixes that had flown out of a grass nest—nothing special.

His expression changed as he said, "You two little brats have barely weaned yourselves, yet you're dreaming of entering this place? This is the Royal Noble Academy. Not every grass chicken can become a phoenix. But this little beauty isn't bad. Keep me company for a while, and if I'm happy, I'll let you in. Hehahaha."

As he spoke, Xue Beng completely ignored Zu Zong and walked over to Xiao Wu. His eyes were filled with lechery, and he played the part of a spoiled brat to perfection.

Zu Zong could not help sighing. "Maybe this is what they call playing yourself."

Zu Zong did not stop Xue Beng. Since the other party insisted on courting suffering, he would let him have it.

Xiao Wu was not as simple as she appeared. With the Transformation Pill Zu Zong had given her, along with his constant urging for her to train, her Soul Power was much higher than in the original story, reaching level 33.

Just as Xue Beng reached out to touch Xiao Wu's round little face, she smiled at him. His hand paused. There's a chance!

Zu Zong looked at Xue Beng with pity and silently mourned for him. My foolish prince, pray for yourself.

Sure enough, in the next instant, Xiao Wu seized Xue Beng's arm during that brief pause and unleashed a complete set of the Violent Eight Stage Throw on him.

"Ahhh!"

"Help!"

"Spare me, little granny!"

Xue Beng's screams and pleas for mercy rang out without end.

The more Xiao Wu fought, the more excited she became. Using both hands and feet, she simply could not stop. Back in Nuoding, aside from Zu Zong, no one had been her match, so it had been utterly boring. But whenever she fought Zu Zong, he would easily pin her to the ground in no time. As for Tang San, whose glorious deeds Zu Zong often told her about, she wanted nothing more than to stay far away from him. In her words, "Just hearing about his First Soul Skill makes it sound disgusting. The person must be even more disgusting. Mm! Xiao Zong definitely can't be wrong."

Tang San (Furious + Weeping): "Clan traitor, not only did you steal my wife, you even dare slander me like this! I will capture you alive, eat your flesh, and sleep on your skin. Clan traitor, give me your life! Giddyup." Tang San died suddenly once again.

After the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, Xue Beng had been beaten into a pig's head before Zu Zong finally called Xiao Wu to stop.

As for Xue Beng's group, most of the other nine Soul Masters had been frightened until they trembled. Only two or three had summoned their Martial Souls and taken up defensive stances.

They had truly been terrified by Xiao Wu in her violent state. Who would have thought that a Young Girl who looked twelve or thirteen could be so formidable? She was practically a tigress.

Zu Zong glanced at them. "Flowers grown in a greenhouse, just as expected."

After Xiao Wu stopped, Xue Beng, who had been beaten unconscious, barely regained a trace of awareness through sheer "willpower." He immediately cursed at his Little Brothers, "What are you idiots standing around for? Have you gone stupid? Can't you see your boss being beaten like this? Hurry up and summon your Martial Souls and beat the hell out of her! I refuse to believe so many of us can't beat one little girl."

Xue Beng's hopes were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

The Violent Eight Stage Throw was simply too intimidating. Xue Beng's lackeys did not dare make a move at all. Xue Beng might have been their boss, but asking them to risk their lives for him was absolutely out of the question.

When Xiao Wu heard there was still a fight to be had, her eyes sparkled. Raising her two little fists, she looked adorably fierce. "More fighting? I like it!"

Just then, Zu Zong reached out and pulled Xiao Wu behind him. "That was only to let you vent. Girls shouldn't spend all day thinking about fighting. Be careful, or you won't be able to get married later."

Then he looked at Xue Beng's remaining nine lackeys and said coldly, "Are you sure you want to make a move? I'm different from Xiao Wu. I won't take that much time."

Zu Zong (Suffocating): Mmgh. I was holding it in to death. I finally got to say Uchiha Itachi's classic line.

Uchiha Itachi (Furious): Thanks so much.

The moment Xiao Wu heard Zu Zong say, "Be careful, or you won't be able to get married later," her little face immediately turned red. She seemed to understand something and no longer intended to attack.

When the crowd saw that the "tigress" in their eyes had been stopped and apparently would not attack again, they relaxed greatly. As for Zu Zong, they completely ignored him. In their eyes, how strong could a man hiding behind a woman possibly be?

"Brothers, summon your Martial Souls and beat him!"

Once the first person made a move, naturally a second and third followed. All nine released their Soul Rings, and they were actually all Soul Grandmasters or Soul Elders.

Zu Zong shook his head and vanished from where he stood in a flash.

In barely the time it took to blink five times, the nine men were either kneeling or lying on the ground, clutching their stomachs with both hands and howling in pain.

"Ow!"

"It hurts!"

"My dick!"

Xue Beng, lying on the ground, was dumbfounded. "What kind of speed was that? Was he human or a ghost? Human or a ghost?!"

It was not over yet. Zu Zong sent them flying one by one with a kick, piling them atop Xue Beng like a stack of people.

The surrounding onlookers were equally shocked. The way they looked at Zu Zong changed from seeing him as a Pretty Boy to looking at him as though he were a demon. Naturally, those were all men.

As for the vast majority of the girls, their eyes had been sparkling with little stars from beginning to end.

Xiao Wu also walked over, threw herself into Zu Zong's arms, wrapped her crossed hands around his neck, and shouted, "Wow, Xiao Zong, you're amazing! What was that Soul Skill just now? It felt like it was almost as good as my Third Soul Skill!"

Zu Zong also revealed a rare smile and said calmly, "All right, let's go register."

Chinjao: Showing off. Keep showing off.

Zu Zong: Nonsense. It wasn't easy getting to look cool for once. Should I cry instead of smile?

Just then, an aged and vigorous voice suddenly rang out. "What is going on? Why is it so noisy?" A figure rushed over from among the shaded paths on the hillside. He wore a fitted silver outfit and looked to be around fifty. His face was round and fair, his brows thick, his eyes large, and his hands clasped behind his back. He did have the bearing of an expert.

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