Seven Treasures Bring Forth Glazed Crystal

"One da-da, two da-da..."

It had to be said.

As a noble, Xue Xing really did have a bit of dancing in his blood.

And this so-called apology dance bore some resemblance to the Swan Dance from Tang Xuan's previous life.

If the dancer had been someone graceful and elegant, with a noble bearing, it might actually have looked quite good.

But when performed by Xue Xing, the Fatty Fish—short, squat, broad-shouldered, round-waisted, and covered in flab—it was truly unbearable to watch.

His coquettish movements were nauseating.

Just like Bear Two.

Yu Tianheng and Dugu Bo instantly turned into Subway Old Men.

They looked disgusted, yet unable to look away.

Meanwhile, the two girls, Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan, could no longer bear it and turned aside to dry-heave.

"Bleurgh, I can't take it anymore! My eyes!"

"Brother Xuan, make him stop already. It's too disgusting!"

Tang Xuan laughed so hard he could barely catch his breath, tears streaming from his eyes.

If this were recorded and posted online...

The repost count would go through the roof.

Xue Xing danced with a calm expression, as though he could not see everyone mocking him.

But whenever his gaze happened to pass over Tang Xuan, it was like he was looking at a dead man.

Laugh. Go on and laugh.

Laugh to your heart's content.

Once you laugh yourselves senseless and lower your guard...

That will be the moment I take my revenge!

Today's humiliation, I will repay it a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

"Two da-da, three da-da..."

Xue Xing danced.

Tang Xuan laughed.

Yet the distance between them gradually closed without anyone noticing.

The dull thud of footsteps and bright laughter.

Perfectly concealed the killing intent.

As time passed.

The atmosphere slowly climbed to its peak.

Then came two flapping sounds.

Fat, stubby swan wings slashed toward Tang Xuan's throat like blades.

To ensure a killing blow.

Xue Xing even used his Third Soul Skill this time, Swan Wings.

It could coat the two swan wings in a metallic sheen.

It could both enhance their attack power and add speed during flight.

It truly counted as a decent Soul Skill.

Xue Xing's eyes were crazed, yet filled with endless anticipation.

Through them, one could almost see the scene of Tang Xuan dying by his hand.

In a daze.

Xue Xing seemed to feel everything around him slowing down.

Even his own movements felt sluggish.

Blinded by the joy of imminent success, Xue Xing assumed it was merely an illusion caused by his intense concentration.

But when a weapon that looked both like a staff and a sword slowly grew larger in the corner of his eye, he finally realized.

This seemed to be Tang Xuan's Soul Skill?

Clang! Clang!

A series of metallic collisions rang out.

Xue Xing's face twisted at once, both arms numb and aching.

The powerful impact threw off his balance, and he had to frantically flap his goose wings to avoid falling flat on his face.

"Ah, as expected of a Soul Ancestor. Your body really is tough—I still couldn't break those two goose wings of yours." Tang Xuan's tone could not conceal his regret.

A difference of more than thirty levels of Soul Power.

The fact that Tang Xuan had managed to block Xue Xing's full-force strike at such close range was already remarkable.

"N-No, impossible! How could you react so quickly?" Xue Xing looked panicked.

He was a dignified Soul Ancestor, yet even his sneak attack had been blocked by a Spirit Master?

What had all those years of cultivation even been for?

And Tang Xuan—what had this brat been fed growing up?

Did he seriously not follow any logic at all?

"Did you leave your brain on your pillow when you got up this morning? If Tang dared to tell you to kill yourself, how could he possibly not be on guard against you?" Dugu Bo said with an amused expression.

From the very beginning, he had noticed that something was off about Xue Xing.

After all, trying to conceal killing intent beneath the eyes of a Titled Douluo was downright laughable.

Originally, he had intended to warn Tang Xuan through voice transmission.

But when he saw the mockery hidden in Tang Xuan's unfocused eyes beneath that maniacal laughter, he abandoned the thought.

This kid truly was no simple person.

"T-Tang Xuan, what if I said that was just one movement from a dance? Would you believe me?" Xue Xing forced out a bitter smile.

Why was it that ever since he had encountered Tang Xuan, not a single thing he wanted to do had gone right?

Could Heaven really be deliberately working against him?

"You tell me?" Tang Xuan replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes.

The killing intent in his gaze was utterly undisguised.

Only then—

did Xue Xing finally understand that Tang Xuan had been playing him all along!

There was no way he could escape this calamity today!

"Tell you? Tell your mother!" Xue Xing roared, flapping his wings as he launched another series of attacks at Tang Xuan.

At that moment, Xue Xing had completely abandoned any thought of apologizing to Tang Xuan.

As for fleeing, it never even crossed his mind.

He wanted only one thing: Tang Xuan dead! Dead without a burial place!

Blinded by fury, Xue Xing completely lost his reason.

His attacks were not only lethal with every move, but utterly without form or pattern.

As the saying went, wild punches could kill even a seasoned master.

A mad flurry like Xue Xing's was the hardest kind to defend against.

Unfortunately.

Xue Xing was facing Tang Xuan, who had stripped away complexity and returned to the fundamentals.

Even with a thirty-level gap in Soul Power between them.

Even though Tang Xuan had no chance to counterattack at all.

He still blocked every strike cleanly with Whirlwind Style.

"Why aren't you dead yet, Tang Xuan?!"

Xue Xing looked utterly deranged as the wings dancing into afterimages gained several more degrees of force.

And so.

Tang Xuan was finally forced back.

The heavy wing-blade strike sent him flying, forcing him back several steps.

Numbness spread through both arms from the recoil.

For a moment, even raising his sword became extremely difficult.

"Tang Xuan, your path as a genius ends here! When you get down there, remember not to provoke people you shouldn't!" A savage smile flashed across Xue Xing's face as the outermost Purple Soul Ring around his waist suddenly lit up. "Fourth Soul Skill, Swan Feather Spin!"

The instant the words fell.

Xue Xing beat his wings and rose into the air. Before his body had even stabilized, he began spinning counterclockwise.

Like a spinning top, he dove toward Tang Xuan.

"Tang Xuan!"

Behind him, Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan cried out in alarm.

They instantly completed Martial Soul Possession.

A dragon's shadow flashed like lightning, while a serpent moved like a whip.

They both charged at Xue Xing without a moment's hesitation, trying to block this fatal blow for Tang Xuan.

But before the two of them could even take two steps.

A Seven-Colored Light Beam that shot into the sky had already descended upon Tang Xuan's head first.

In an instant.

Tang Xuan felt as though he had been injected with adrenaline, his strength instantly replenished.

His arms, which had been numbed by the impact, finally regained sensation as well.

But there was no time to dwell on it.

Xue Xing's attack was right before him.

There was definitely no time to dodge.

Then he would gamble on it—gamble that Xue Xing had nothing left in reserve!

With that thought.

Tang Xuan unleashed Mountain Flatten with all his strength!

He mobilized what little Soul Power he had left to ignite his First Soul Ring.

Heaven Collapse Earth Crack followed suit!

Boom!

The instant the two attacks collided, waves of force erupted, kicking up an enormous cloud of dust that obscured everyone's vision.

According to the law that where there was smoke, there were no injuries.

Tang Xuan had naturally blocked the attack unscathed.

It was just that he was in rather poor condition.

His face was pale as paper.

His right arm hung limply at his side, clearly dislocated.

The Heavy Sword had long since flown from his grasp, falling to the ground with a clang.

Xue Xing was in much the same state as Tang Xuan.

Except compared to Tang Xuan's dislocated arm.

The bones in Xue Xing's right arm had been completely pulverized by Heaven Collapse Earth Crack.

The intense agony left this pampered prince unable to rise again.

He lay on the ground, thrashing wildly like a huge carp that had just been hooked onto shore.

"Why? Why? Why do you still have strength left? Why are you so strong?" Xue Xing had completely lost his mind.

In his heart, Tang Xuan should have long since lost the ability to resist.

At the very least, his strength should have diminished.

So why had he not only failed to weaken, but become so much stronger instead?

"Originally, I really wasn't your opponent. But... look over there." Tang Xuan pointed to his side with his left hand.

Xue Xing subconsciously followed the direction of his finger.

There, Ning Rongrong stared at him with icy eyes.

Her entire body was bathed in a seven-colored glow.

An exquisite Glazed Pagoda stood in the palm of her right hand...