Su Bai! Let Go of My Xiao Wu!

"Second Spirit Ability, Charm!"

Pink, heart-shaped halos appeared around Xiao Wu's body, and she cast them toward Zhao Wuji.

However, the gap between Xiao Wu's Soul Power and Zhao Wuji's was far too great.

How could a mere Soul Grandmaster so easily shake a Spirit Saint's spiritual power?

Zhao Wuji merely gave a slight shudder. The Backlash Force of the Charm instantly traveled back along the Soul Power pathway and struck Xiao Wu.

"Pfft!"

Xiao Wu felt as if her mind had been heavily struck, and her head spun. Her body instantly became unsteady, and her Soul Power fell into disarray. Her knees gave way, and she nearly fell to the ground.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San cried out.

The moment Tang San saw Xiao Wu injured, the fury and anxiety within him completely erupted.

Disregarding Zhao Wuji's strength, he immediately mobilized his Soul Power, activated Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and rushed toward Xiao Wu.

Tang San had only one thought in his heart: protect Xiao Wu. He could not let her be hurt again.

However, Su Bai was even faster than Tang San.

Su Bai had originally been standing between Xiao Wu and Zhao Wuji. Without the slightest hesitation, his Third Spirit Ring flashed again.

"Third Spirit Ability, Kirin Soars!"

Golden streaks of light appeared again. At an unbelievable speed, Su Bai reached Xiao Wu before Tang San did.

Su Bai extended an arm and steadily pulled Xiao Wu into his embrace.

Xiao Wu's body was soft, carrying a faintly sweet fragrance.

Her aura had weakened after being injured, but the instant Su Bai held her, the discomfort in her body eased considerably.

That auspicious aura around Su Bai enveloped her once more. Xiao Wu's consciousness was somewhat hazy, but that sense of security made her feel warm.

Tang San rushed over and saw only Xiao Wu in Su Bai's arms. His rage erupted completely, like a lit powder keg.

"Su Bai! Let go of my Xiao Wu!"

Tang San roared, his voice filled with uncontrollable fury and jealousy.

His cheeks flushed red, and his chest heaved violently. Looking at Xiao Wu in Su Bai's arms, he felt as though his heart were bleeding.

Xiao Wu weakly raised her head and leaned against Su Bai's chest. Looking at him, she spoke softly, with a trace of reliance and gratitude.

"Brother Su Bai... thank you..."

Though Xiao Wu's voice was quiet, it reached Tang San's ears clearly. Those words were like flying knives, viciously piercing straight through his heart.

At the same time, the system notification sounded again.

[Ding, Xiao Wu's favorability +25. Current favorability: 50 points!]

[Reward: Favorability Treasure Chest x1]

Holding Xiao Wu in his arms, Su Bai was satisfied by the system notification. He looked at Tang San without any expression on his face.

Yet inwardly, he was delighted. The Auspicious Beast Qilin truly was powerful. In such a short time, Xiao Wu's favorability had reached 50 points. It seemed that completely winning Xiao Wu over would not be difficult.

Tang San stood frozen in place.

He looked at Xiao Wu in Su Bai's arms. She leaned weakly against him, while the words "Brother Su Bai" echoed endlessly in Tang San's mind.

The world spun around Tang San. He had given so much and protected Xiao Wu since they were young, yet Xiao Wu... at this moment, all of her reliance was directed at Su Bai.

Tang San felt pain and fury unlike anything he had ever known. He felt abandoned by Xiao Wu, as though all his efforts had been effortlessly snatched away by Su Bai.

Zhao Wuji watched this farce from the side, an amused expression appearing on his face.

Interesting. Too interesting. Looks like that brat's woman is about to be stolen away.

Tang San stood there blankly, his eyes bloodshot and his breathing heavy as he stared fixedly at Xiao Wu in Su Bai's arms.

The words "Brother Su Bai... thank you" were like venomous snakes coiling around his heart, constantly tearing at his reason.

Extreme rage and frustration intertwined, making Tang San's body tremble.

Tang San forced himself to calm down, but the flames in his heart only burned fiercer.

No!

He could not accept this outcome!

Tang San narrowed his gaze. He shifted his attention away from Su Bai and Xiao Wu, locking it instead onto Zhao Wuji.

The true culprit behind all this was Zhao Wuji, who had hurt Xiao Wu. He would make Zhao Wuji pay the price.

His left hand quietly slipped into his robes, and his fingers flicked.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Sharp sounds tore through the air.

More than a dozen coldly gleaming hidden weapons shot from Tang San's hand with lightning speed, flying directly toward the vital points all over Zhao Wuji's body.

The hidden weapons came in various forms—throwing knives, darts, and even Dragon Whisker Needles as fine as cow hairs.

At the sight, a trace of anger appeared on Zhao Wuji's face.

As a Spirit Saint, when had he ever seen such a dishonorable attack?

"Brat, you're courting death!" Zhao Wuji growled.

Zhao Wuji did not dodge. His body shook, and all seven Spirit Rings blazed brightly.

"First Spirit Ability, Immovable Ming King Body!"

A mighty wave of Soul Power erupted from his body. Every hidden weapon flying toward him seemed to strike an iron wall the instant it touched the force field.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A dense volley of metallic impacts rang out.

All the hidden weapons were deflected and fell to the ground. They scraped several marks across the dirt before coming to a stop.

Not a single hidden weapon could break through Zhao Wuji's defense.

Seeing all his hidden weapons fail, Tang San felt even more despair. He had never expected that even the Tang Sect Secret Techniques could not pose the slightest threat to Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's anger was completely ignited.

As a teacher, he could instruct his students, but he would never tolerate such underhanded methods. Zhao Wuji suddenly stepped forward and raised his hand.

"Smack!"

A crisp slap echoed across the training ground.

Zhao Wuji's palm landed squarely across Tang San's face.

Tang San's body was instantly sent flying. He spun several times in the air before crashing heavily onto the ground at the edge of the training ground like a sack.

Tang San felt dizzy and disoriented, his face burning with pain. His body twitched once before he completely passed out.

Zhao Wuji withdrew his hand, anger still visible on his face. Looking at the unconscious Tang San, he gave a cold snort.

Holding Xiao Wu in his arms, Su Bai watched everything unfold.

The corner of his mouth lifted unconsciously. He almost wanted to laugh. If Tang San fought like this, then it seemed Zhao Wuji's beating was unavoidable.

After Tang San was slapped out of the fight, only Su Bai, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and Xiao Wu in his arms remained on the field.

Zhao Wuji's attention returned to Su Bai. He knew that among this group, only Su Bai could give him even a little pressure.

Su Bai gently handed Xiao Wu over to Ning Rongrong beside him.

"Take care of her," Su Bai said to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong nodded and carefully supported Xiao Wu.

She was surprised by Tang San's actions, but at this moment, she was more concerned about Xiao Wu's injuries.

Su Bai did not waste any time. He stepped forward again and charged straight at Zhao Wuji.

The yellow Spirit Ring beneath his feet flashed repeatedly.

"First Spirit Ability, Kirin Steps to Heaven!"