Gu Rong, Who Wanted to Assassinate, and Taitan, Who Came for Justice

"Dad, Grandpa, let's just get out of here!"

"Dean Xia is too strong—we might not stand a chance against him!"

Tailong made one last desperate plea. A Space Attribute Spirit Avatar countered their Strength-type Spirits completely, and he didn't think his father and grandfather working together could gain any advantage against Xia Wuyou.

On top of that, with so many onlookers gathered to watch the spectacle, his face burned with shame. He just wanted to go home now, not stay here and embarrass himself any longer.

The moment Tailong finished speaking, a solid slap landed on the back of his head, making him wince and shrink his neck.

"You worthless brat, what nonsense are you spouting here? Isn't he just a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint? Am I not a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint myself?"

Taino glared at his son, his voice dripping with frustration over his failure to live up to expectations.

"Even if that Xia Wuyou does have some skill, so what? Don't you see your grandpa standing right here? He's a genuine Eight-Ring Soul Douluo—a whole major realm above him!"

Taino jabbed Tailong's forehead as he scolded him.

Beside them, Taitan paid little attention to the father-son squabble. He just stood there with narrowed eyes, his gaze unfathomable, revealing no emotion on his face as he pondered something in silence.

The actions of Tailong and his elders not only drew a crowd of curious onlookers but also attracted many spies from various factions—and quite a few at that.

Of course, these spies were just the obvious ones. Several Title Douluo had also been drawn in by the commotion.

Ci Xue Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo, disguised as ordinary soldiers.

And from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, accompanied by Ning Fengzhi, who had just left the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Since Tiandou City was the residence of Emperor Xue Ye, how could the major powers not know that the Strength Clan was coming to cause trouble at Yanhuang Academy?

When the Strength Clan set out to pick a fight with Yanhuang Academy, the Heaven Dou royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already received word. They were happy to let Taitan, a Soul Douluo, act as the "scapegoat" to test Xia Wuyou's true strength.

Just then, Xia Wuyou teleported to the academy's main gate.

"Heh! Tailong, my Yanhuang Academy isn't a place where your Strength Clan can come and go as you please."

"You three have been making a racket at my academy since early this morning. If you don't give me an explanation, none of you will leave here intact today."

Xia Wuyou glared at them with hostile eyes.

Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red.

Seven terrifying spirit rings rose slowly from beneath his feet.

A platinum clock, spinning endlessly, appeared in his left pupil and behind him, while his left eye emitted a blazing platinum light.

A fierce and overbearing surge of Soul Power rushed straight at Tailong and his elders.

"Holy crap! A three purple, three black, one red spirit ring configuration?"

"And he's such a young Seven-Ring Spirit Saint!"

"Just who is this Dean Xia?"

Seeing Xia Wuyou's spirit ring setup, the crowd burst into heated discussion.

"This... how is this possible?"

"Someone actually achieved a three purple, three black, one red configuration?"

Feeling the oppressive Soul Power bearing down on him, Taino had no choice but to believe his son was telling the truth.

That brat Tailong hadn't lied—Xia Wuyou really was a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint, and with that astonishing three purple, three black, one red configuration, he probably couldn't last a single exchange against him.

Thinking of his old father beside him, Taino breathed a quiet sigh of relief. At least he'd called the old man along just in case to back them up.

"Tsk... such a spirit ring configuration..."

"Truly terrifying."

Inside a private room at a teahouse near Yanhuang Academy, even though he already knew Xia Wuyou's spirit ring setup, Ning Fengzhi was still stunned to the point of numbness.

Forcing down the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze from the window.

"Uncle Sword, what do you think of Xia Wuyou?"

Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him and voiced his question.

"Fengzhi, rest assured!"

"Xia Wuyou is not a member of Martial Soul Hall!"

"You can interact with him without worry."

Chen Xin, with his long white hair and white robes, studied the crowd's center of attention, Xia Wuyou, as he answered Ning Fengzhi.

Then he silently wiped the seven-foot long sword in his hand.

That was his spirit, named the Seven Killing Sword.

As for Xia Wuyou, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had discussed him before, and the three of them held different views.

Ning Fengzhi was suspicious and still investigating Xia Wuyou's background.

Gu Rong asserted that Xia Wuyou was from Martial Soul Hall and advocated for an assassination.

And Chen Xin disagreed, stopping Gu Rong from acting rashly.

As Chen Xin finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi sighed, his tone full of helplessness.

"Sigh! Uncle Sword, I hope what you say proves true."

In truth, he was also leaning toward Chen Xin's reasoning.

But Gu Rong's habit of jumping straight to assassination at the slightest provocation gave him a headache.

If Xia Wuyou had no backing or support from other forces, it would be one thing.

But that configuration of three purple, three black, and one red soul ring clearly showed Xia Wuyou was no simple character.

After all, a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast wasn't something just any ordinary force could hunt down.

If Xia Wuyou truly came from some major power, and Gu Rong made a move, the only outcome awaiting their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be total annihilation.

"Boy, are you Xia Wuyou, the dean of Yanhuang Academy?"

Feeling the overwhelming pressure of Soul Power bearing down on him, Taitan, who had been feigning sleep with his eyes shut, suddenly snapped them open.

When he saw Xia Wuyou's soul ring configuration, his face grew heavy with solemnity, and a barely noticeable flicker of greed flashed in his eyes.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

Eight standard soul rings rose slowly from beneath his feet, and behind Taitan appeared the phantom of a giant ape, towering half again as tall as he was.

The ape was covered in coarse fur, its arms several times thicker than a grown man's, its palms large enough to crush a boulder in one grip, and its eyes glared like brass bells, radiating a fierce, brutal aura the moment it appeared.

"Old man, I am Xia Wuyou, the dean of this Yanhuang Academy. If you've got useless nonsense to spout, spit it out quickly and stop wasting my time."

Xia Wuyou looked at Taitan, curious to see what the man was after.

A mere Soul Douluo, and with a clumsy power-type Spirit at that—his own Time and Space System Spirit could handle him in an instant.

"Boy, I don't care whether this academy is now called Blue Tyrant Academy or Yanhuang Academy, nor do I care whether it's Liu Erlong running the place or you, Xia Wuyou, calling the shots."

"My precious grandson was expelled from this academy for no reason, so as his grandfather, it's only natural I come to seek justice."