Beating Xue Beng Senseless

The red-haired youth's face darkened so much it looked ready to drip water. "You were too ruthless, weren't you? Er Gou only wanted to teach you a lesson, but you were trying to kill him!"

"And who the hell are you? Do you want to try my sword too?" Tang Xuan shot him a sidelong glance.

He could not help but laugh to himself.

Er Gou? What a great name.

These nobles' naming style was surprisingly down-to-earth...

"Impudence!" Another lackey stepped up to take Er Gou's place. "This is the Fourth Prince of the Heaven Dou Empire, His Highness Xue Beng! Why aren't you kneeling and apologizing?"

So it really was him.

Tang Xuan curled his lips slightly.

This guy really had his information quickly.

Tang Xuan had enrolled last night, and Xue Beng had come to block his door this morning.

It seemed Xue Beng really had been suppressed badly by Xue Qinghe...

He was terrified Xue Qinghe might get another chance to improve.

"Oh~ His Highness Xue Beng, right? I've heard of you." Tang Xuan put on a look of sudden realization.

"Hmph, scared now? If you're scared, hurry over and apologize!" Number Two Lackey grinned smugly.

His Highness Xue Beng's name was truly useful.

Throwing his weight around with Xue Beng's status had always worked without fail.

"I heard from His Highness the Crown Prince that his fourth brother is a profligate who commits every evil imaginable, a complete and utter piece of trash. Now that I see you, it seems the rumors were true." Tang Xuan's gaze was teasing.

Xue Qinghe wanted to use him as bait to clear out dissidents.

If he did not do everything possible to stir up Xue Beng's hatred for Xue Qinghe,

he would write his name, Tang Xuan, backward!

"You!" Xue Beng was furious.

Being called a profligate and trash was the deepest pain in his heart!

He had never been a completely useless waste.

His Innate Soul Power had reached Level 7!

Anywhere on the continent, he would have been praised as a genius.

Yet now, at Eighteen Years Old, he only had the pitiful Soul Power of Level 18...

If he could earn the heartfelt admiration of countless people through his own strength,

who would be willing to bear the disgraceful name of profligate?

And the one responsible for all of this was Xue Qinghe!

His life had been completely ruined by Xue Qinghe!

"Kid, I'm going to tear your mouth apart today!" Xue Beng's eyes were filled with venom.

It was as if he had mistaken Tang Xuan for Xue Qinghe.

In truth, that was indeed the case.

In Xue Beng's eyes, Tang Xuan was practically Xue Qinghe's Disciple.

Every word and action represented Xue Qinghe.

This humiliation of him was probably also at Xue Qinghe's instigation.

Yet Tang Xuan acted as though he had not seen any of it and instead smiled. "Oh my, I'm so scared. How does our useless Fourth Prince plan to tear my mouth apart?"

Xue Beng's eyes turned red with rage, as though smoke were about to rise from his head.

But after a moment, he suddenly laughed.

"Kid, I really can't do anything to you on my own, but among the dozen or so people around me, the weakest are nearly Level 20 Spirit Masters."

"There are even several Soul Grandmasters. Now that we're prepared for you, your sneak attack tricks won't work anymore."

The moment Xue Beng finished speaking,

the motley crowd behind him released their martial spirits at the same time.

In an instant, Spirit Ring light flashed everywhere.

There really were Soul Grandmasters, and quite a few of them.

Including the unconscious Er Gou, there were five in total.

However, all five Soul Grandmasters had White Rings as their First Soul Rings.

They were truly trash to the extreme.

They did not even dare absorb a Hundred-Year Soul Ring.

What a waste of such powerful backgrounds.

"Well? How many Soul Grandmasters can a tiny Spirit Master like you fight?" Xue Beng asked smugly.

Tang Xuan gave him a strange look. "Why do I need to fight those Soul Grandmasters? Can't I just beat you directly? As long as I capture you, what does it matter if they're all Soul Grandmasters? Or are you saying this bunch of trash would dare attack you?"

Xue Beng's heart sank.

Why had he not thought of that?

Once Tang Xuan captured him, he would be in for a world of pain.

Tang Xuan smiled slightly at the sight.

He walked toward Xue Beng with unhurried steps.

The pattering footsteps struck Xue Beng's heart like a Death Knell.

"Quick, stop him for me!" Xue Beng roared as he backed away.

The motley crowd immediately received the order.

They charged at Tang Xuan in complete disorder.

They were stupid enough not even to release Soul Skills first.

No wonder that Er Gou had been called Brother Gou by this bunch.

Opening with a Soul Skill was clearly beyond their level.

Tang Xuan lost interest in fighting after just one glance.

His First Soul Ring suddenly lit up.

He casually swept his sword across the ground.

"First Soul Skill, Mountain Collapse!"

The Black Light Wave spread instantly.

With Tang Xuan at its center, even a layer of earth was lifted from the ground.

The motley crowd flew back the same way they had come.

Their once-luxurious clothes had already been blasted into strips of rags.

Blood sprayed from their mouths as if it cost nothing.

Under Mountain Collapse's stunning effect,

every last one followed in Er Gou's footsteps.

By coincidence,

one Extra even knocked down Xue Beng, who had been fleeing backward.

A fine example of making full use of available resources.

"No, impossible! How could you instantly defeat so many Soul Grandmasters?" Xue Beng crawled out from beneath the Human Cannonball and staggered backward as he continued running.

He looked nothing like a prince in his sorry state.

Tang Xuan leaped forward and viciously kicked Xue Beng in the back.

With a body hollowed out by wine and women,

how could Xue Beng withstand that kick?

He immediately fell to the ground, letting out Pig-like Screams.

Tang Xuan did not care whether he was screaming miserably or not.

His fists rained down viciously upon Xue Beng's body.

"Y-you dare! I'm a prince! You have no right to hit me!" Xue Beng tried to use his status to suppress Tang Xuan.

Unfortunately, his scheme was doomed to fail.

"Hmph, so what if you're a prince? Are you better than the Crown Prince? Let me properly discipline you on His Highness the Crown Prince's behalf." Tang Xuan never forgot to blacken Xue Qinghe's name.

What a joke. What benefit did beating Xue Beng bring him?

If it were not for causing trouble for Xue Qinghe,

Tang Xuan would have thought hitting him was dirtying his hands.

Xue Beng's heart instantly turned to ashes when he heard that.

It was over.

It really was that bitch Xue Qinghe's doing.

Xue Qinghe, fuck your mother!

Inside the small courtyard,

Ning Rongrong was awakened by Xue Beng's screams.

The moment she stepped outside, she saw Tang Xuan beating Xue Beng.

"Brother Xuan, what... what happened?"

Tang Xuan looked up at her, but his hands did not stop moving in the slightest. "Rong Rong, you're awake? It's nothing serious, just a bunch of Jumping Clowns. It'll be over soon."

"Ah? Oh." Ning Rongrong did not understand.

But if Brother Xuan said everything was fine, then everything had to be fine.

She only needed to stand obediently at the side and wait.

Not much time passed.

Under Tang Xuan's continuous bombardment,

Xue Beng fainted at some point.

Rather than stopping when he saw that,

Tang Xuan increased his force and slapped Xue Beng across the face.

Xue Beng instantly rebooted.

He sat bolt upright from the brink of death.

"Big Brother, Don't Hit Anymore, Will Shit If You Hit Again." Snot, tears, and blood covered Xue Beng's entire face.

There was not a single piece of uninjured flesh left on his body.

Tang Xuan finally stopped. Rubbing his aching wrist, he kicked Xue Beng in the ass. "Then why aren't you getting lost? Are you waiting for me to treat you to a meal?"

"Remember this. Today's beating was a reward from His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Xue Beng felt as though he had been granted a pardon.

He scrambled and crawled toward the academy gates.

Tears blurred his vision.

Yet the venom in his eyes could not be concealed no matter what.

Xue Qinghe, just you wait.

If I don't avenge this grudge, I swear I'm not human!

And Tang Xuan, I'll definitely, definitely cripple you!

I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!

I'll make you wish you were dead!

Tang Xuan did not know what Xue Beng was thinking.

Even if he did, he would not have cared.

Not to mention Xue Beng—in the vast Heaven Dou Royal Family, aside from Xue Qinghe,

not a single person was worth Tang Xuan's notice.

This was the confidence Grandpa had given him!