"Dad, Grandpa, we should leave this place!"
"Dean Xia is powerful. We might not be a match for him!"
Tailong made one last struggle. Space Attribute martial souls inherently countered power-type martial souls like theirs. He did not believe that his father and grandfather could gain even the slightest advantage against Xia Wuyou by joining forces.
What was more, so many people were watching the spectacle. He felt his face burning with shame and could barely show himself. All he wanted now was to hurry home, not stay here and continue making a fool of himself.
The moment Tailong finished speaking, he received a solid slap to the back of his head, making him shrink his neck in pain.
"You little bastard, what nonsense are you spouting here? He's just a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint. Don't tell me your old man isn't a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint too?"
Taino glared at his son irritably, his voice full of frustration at his disappointing son.
"So what if Xia Wuyou has some ability? Don't you see your grandfather standing right here? Your grandfather is a genuine eight-ring Soul Douluo, a whole major realm above him!"
As Taino berated Tailong, he could not resist poking him in the forehead.
Tai Tan, meanwhile, paid little attention to the father and son's bickering. He merely stood there with narrowed eyes, his gaze unfathomably deep. No one knew what he was thinking, and not the slightest emotion showed on his face.
The actions of Tailong and his family of three attracted not only a large crowd of onlookers but also many spies from various factions.
Of course, those were only the spies out in the open. Several Titled Douluo had also been drawn in by this farce.
Ci Xue Douluo and Snake Lance Douluo had disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers.
There was also Sword Douluo Chen Xin of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, accompanied by Ning Fengzhi, who had only recently left the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
As the city where Emperor Xue Ye resided, how could the major powers not know that the Strength Clan had come to Yanhuang Academy to cause trouble?
When the Strength Clan set out to make trouble for Yanhuang Academy, the Heaven Dou imperial family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had already received the news. They had also happened to let Tai Tan, a Soul Douluo, serve as the "trailblazer" to probe Xia Wuyou's true strength for them.
Just then, Xia Wuyou teleported to the academy gates.
"Heh! Tailong, Yanhuang Academy is not a place your Strength Clan can come and go as you please."
"Early this morning, the three of you made a huge scene at my academy. If you don't give me, the dean, an explanation, none of you will leave here intact today."
Xia Wuyou looked at them with unfriendly eyes.
Purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, red.
Seven terrifying soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet.
A constantly rotating Platinum Clock appeared in Xia Wuyou's left eye and behind his back. His left eye also radiated an intense platinum glow.
An extremely powerful and domineering wave of Soul Power surged directly toward Tailong and his family of three.
"Holy shit! Three Purple Three Black One Red soul ring configuration?"
"And he's such a young Seven-Ring Spirit Saint!"
"Just who is this Dean Xia?"
Seeing Xia Wuyou's soul ring configuration, the crowd erupted into heated discussion.
"Th-this is impossible!"
"Someone actually managed a Three Purple Three Black One Red soul ring configuration?"
Feeling the powerful Soul Power pressing down on him, Taino had no choice but to believe that his son had been telling the truth.
That brat Tailong had not lied. This Xia Wuyou really was a Seven-Ring Spirit Saint, and he possessed the astonishing Three Purple Three Black One Red soul ring configuration. Taino himself would probably be unable to withstand even a single exchange with him.
Thinking of his elderly father beside him, Taino secretly let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, he had brought his old man along to back him up, just in case.
"Hiss... that kind of soul ring configuration..."
"It really is terrifying."
In a private room of a teahouse near Yanhuang Academy, even though Ning Fengzhi had already known about Xia Wuyou's soul ring configuration, his scalp still tingled with shock.
Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his heart, Ning Fengzhi withdrew his gaze from outside the window.
"Uncle Sword, what do you think about Xia Wuyou?"
Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him and voiced the question in his heart.
"Fengzhi, rest assured!"
"Xia Wuyou is not from Spirit Hall!"
"You can approach him without worry!"
Chen Xin, with his long white hair and flowing white robes, studied the center of attention, Xia Wuyou, as he answered Ning Fengzhi's question.
Then he silently wiped the seven-foot-long sword in his hand.
It was his martial soul, the Seven Killing Sword.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had also discussed Xia Wuyou. The three of them held different views.
Ning Fengzhi remained suspicious and was still investigating Xia Wuyou's background.
Gu Rong had declared that Xia Wuyou was a member of Spirit Hall and advocated assassinating him.
Chen Xin, on the other hand, denied it and stopped Gu Rong from acting recklessly.
After Chen Xin finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi sighed as well, his tone full of helplessness.
"Sigh! Uncle Sword, I hope you are right."
In truth, he was more inclined to believe Chen Xin's judgment.
But Gu Rong's habit of resorting to assassination at the drop of a hat gave him a terrible headache.
If Xia Wuyou had no backer and no other faction supporting him, that would be one thing.
But the Three Purple Three Black One Red soul ring configuration clearly showed that Xia Wuyou was no ordinary person.
After all, hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beasts were not something ordinary factions could hunt.
If Xia Wuyou truly came from some major power and Gu Rong made a move, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would face nothing but destruction.
"Boy, are you Xia Wuyou, the dean of Yanhuang Academy?"
Feeling the powerful Soul Power pressure bearing down on him, Tai Tan, who had been standing with his eyes closed in feigned rest, suddenly opened them.
When he saw Xia Wuyou's soul ring configuration, his face filled with gravity, and an imperceptible flash of greed passed through his eyes.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.
Eight ordinary soul rings slowly rose beneath his feet. Behind Tai Tan appeared the phantom of a giant ape, more than half a head taller than Tai Tan himself.
The ape was covered in coarse fur. Its arms were several times thicker than those of a grown man, and its palms were large enough to clutch a boulder. Its eyes were wide as bronze bells, and the moment it appeared, it exuded a savage aura.
"Old bastard, I'm Xia Wuyou, the dean of Yanhuang Academy. Say whatever nonsense you came here to say and get it over with. Don't waste my time."
Xia Wuyou looked at Tai Tan, curious to see what he intended to do.
He was only a Soul Douluo, and one with a strength-type martial soul that was exceptionally clumsy in combat. With Xia Wuyou's time and Space System martial soul, he could handle him with ease.
"Boy, I don't care whether this academy is called Blue Tyrant Academy or Yanhuang Academy now. Nor do I care whether Liu Erlong is managing it or whether you, Xia Wuyou, are calling the shots."
"My precious grandson was expelled from your academy for no reason. As his grandfather, I naturally came to demand justice."
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