To Be Favored by This King—It Seems Your Luck Has Run Out, Mongrel!

To Be Favored by This King—It Seems Your Luck Has Run Out, Mongrel!

Seeing Su Yuntian launch his attack, the yellow soul ring beneath Ning Fengya's feet blazed brightly.

"First Soul Skill, Draw Ground as Prison!"

A black iron tower instantly enveloped Ning Fengya and Ning Rongrong.

As its name implied, "Draw Ground as Prison" meant trapping oneself within a confined space. While this Soul Skill was active, neither Ning Fengya nor Ning Rongrong could move inside the Black Tower.

That was the negative effect of "Draw Ground as Prison," while its true purpose was to protect allies.

While "Draw Ground as Prison" was active, it could negate all damage!

Though it could not remove negative statuses, it could suspend or even block them, along with all attacks, until the Soul Skill expired.

Ning Fengya was not yet level 20, so "Draw Ground as Prison" could only last for four seconds!

During those four seconds, he and Ning Rongrong possessed absolute defense. With Su Yuntian's level of Soul Power, there was no way he could break through the Black Tower Martial Soul.

In the distance, one Soul Elder saw Su Yuntian attack and was about to rush forward, only to be stopped by another companion.

"Don't rush. Look carefully at what that person is firing."

"Huh? Aren't those swords? The young lady is in danger!"

As soon as the guard finished speaking, he saw that the "weapons" Su Yuntian had launched from the Aether Gate had somehow turned into chopsticks!

When had he switched the swords for chopsticks?

Su Yuntian's chopsticks flew no slower than before, but they could neither break through Ning Fengya's "Draw Ground as Prison" nor inflict any real harm on the siblings.

After seeing the situation clearly, the Soul Elder finally suppressed his unease and chose to watch from afar.

Inside the Black Tower, Ning Rongrong heard a series of clatters. Thinking that Su Yuntian's swords were striking Ning Fengya's Black Tower, she became both anxious and furious, with a trace of fear mixed in.

At the instant Su Yuntian attacked, Ning Rongrong felt the threat of death for the first time.

If her brother had not activated his Soul Skill in time just now, would she have been pierced through the heart by that guy's flying swords?

The four seconds passed quickly. Ning Fengya's Black Tower Martial Soul flickered twice, rapidly shrank, and merged back into his body. The ground beneath him and Ning Rongrong was already covered in chopsticks.

Su Yuntian stood across from them with his arms folded, calmly watching the siblings.

Ning Fengya immediately clasped his hands in salute and lowered his head, intending to admit defeat. "You're very strong. The two of us are no match for you. Thank you for showing mercy."

Just from the chopsticks scattered around them, Ning Fengya had already seen Su Yuntian's goodwill.

But Ning Rongrong did not care about that. With inexplicable confidence written all over her face, she said, "After unleashing that kind of attack, his Soul Power must be completely drained!"

"I bet your Soul Power isn't as deep as mine!"

"The Seven Treasures have their fame: first, Strength!"

Ning Rongrong buffed herself once more, then charged forward.

"Rongrong!"

Though Ning Fengya wanted to stop her, his depleted Soul Power left him unable to hold back Ning Rongrong, whose strength had suddenly surged.

"Delightful! How delightful!"

Su Yuntian burst into laughter as eight golden Aether Gates opened behind him once again.

Ning Fengya and Ning Rongrong's expressions changed drastically.

Then, one flying object after another smashed toward Ning Rongrong.

The distance between them had already been short, and Su Yuntian's attack came so suddenly that Ning Rongrong was caught off guard and struck repeatedly!

At the same time, Su Yuntian quickly stepped back, widening the distance between himself and Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong's advance had halted. She was injured.

In that split second, Su Yuntian had fired eight eggs from the Aether Gates. Seven of them struck Ning Rongrong, hitting her forehead, shoulders, chest, and knees...

Ning Rongrong was now covered in sticky yellow-and-white liquid!

It was egg yolk and egg white!

Not only was there the humiliation of being covered in egg liquid, but also the pain of eggshells cracking against her head. Ning Rongrong's young heart could not bear it all.

So... she cried!

"Waaah... I'm telling Dad! Someone bullied me... waaah..."

Seeing Ning Rongrong crying her heart out, Ning Fengya hurriedly stepped forward to comfort her.

Su Yuntian, meanwhile, felt delight from the bottom of his heart... In one word, awesome!

"Hahahahahaha! To be favored by this king—it seems your luck has run out, mongrel!"

The demonic, arrogant laughter and those outrageously overbearing words made Su Yuntian seem like a great demon in Ning Rongrong's eyes.

"Dad... someone bullied Rongrong..."

Ning Rongrong was still bawling loudly.

Ning Fengya wore an awkward expression, not knowing how to coax this little sister known as the "Little Witch."

Just as Su Yuntian was about to put on another act, Da Xue suddenly rushed out from the barbecue stall beside them and grabbed him by the ear. "Why did you smash my eggs?"

"You've gotten bold, Little Tian Tian!"

Su Yuntian's imposing image instantly crumbled.

"We can just buy more!"

Da Xue's eyes lit up. "I almost forgot—you can already collect subsidies from Spirit Hall. This month's subsidy is one Gold Soul Coin, right? Hand it over!"

"I'll give it to you right away."

The more impressive Su Yuntian had acted before Ning Fengya and Ning Rongrong, the more humble he was now under Da Xue's pressure.

There was no helping it... Da Xue was simply too big. Held against her chest, Su Yuntian could barely breathe.

After squeezing the last Gold Soul Coin out of Su Yuntian, Da Xue smiled in satisfaction, grabbed his arm, and skipped away while humming a tune, hastily leaving this troublesome place to return to the palace.

Two hours later, Ning Fengya and Ning Rongrong returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Before they arrived, one of the Soul Elders guarding them in secret had already returned ahead of them and given Sect Master Ning Fengzhi a detailed report of Ning Rongrong's experience in Heaven Dou City.

According to the Soul Elder's description, Su Yuntian had golden hair and red eyes, was around ten years old, and possessed only level 12 Soul Power.

"You're certain he only had level 12 Soul Power, yet he beat Rongrong and Fengya until they couldn't fight back at all?"

Ning Fengzhi found it hard to believe.

Ning Rongrong had the greatest talent among the direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in recent years. She was only eight years old, yet already level 14. Though Ning Fengya's Martial Soul had mutated, his cultivation speed was not slow either. At eleven years old, he had reached level 15 Soul Power.

Yet they had been utterly beaten by a child with level 12 Soul Power?

That made no sense...

"Investigate that boy. I want the most detailed intelligence possible."

"Yes!"

Before long, Ning Rongrong's piercing cries rang out.

She had actually cried herself tired long ago, so during the hour before returning to the sect, she had not shed a single tear.

Now that she was about to see Sect Master Ning Fengzhi and the two Titled Douluo, Ning Rongrong immediately opened her throat and wailed loudly:

"Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, someone bullied Rongrong!"

Note 1: The title, "To be favored by this king—it seems your luck has run out, mongrel," comes from Gilgamesh's FGO summoning voice line: "To be able to summon this king—it seems your luck has run out, mongrel."

Note 2: "I bet your Soul Power isn't as deep as mine" is derived from the saying, "I bet your horse..."