The Tsundere Titled Douluo

Wei Chang's purpose in coming was simple: to "retrieve" the Huge betting slip Francis had issued to Zhao Linchuan, a slip enough to drive anyone mad.

"No need for your understanding..." Ghost Charm's voice was calm and flat, giving no hint of anger or pleasure.

However, the moment his words fell, a Sudden Change occurred!

Ghost Charm's figure abruptly blurred, leaving only a faint afterimage where he had stood.

Wei Chang felt a Bone-chilling cold aura envelop him in an instant, the shadow of death pouring over him like icy water from head to toe!

Terrified beyond measure, he instinctively tried to unleash his Soul Power in defense, but it was already too late!

Like a true Ghost Charm, Ghost Charm appeared behind Wei Chang Without Warning.

A withered, thin palm wrapped in dense black mist carried an irresistible, frigid Soul Power.

As casually as smashing a watermelon, yet as swift as lightning, it pressed down on Wei Chang's Crown of the head!

"Aagh—!"

A brief, utterly miserable scream came to an abrupt stop!

Wei Chang's eyes bulged wide, his face frozen in extreme terror and confusion.

Until his death, he could not understand why merely coming to collect a ticket had brought about his own murder.

Nor could he understand whether his opponent truly feared no retaliation from the Ancient aristocratic family behind him.

His consciousness sank completely into eternal darkness.

His lean, sturdy body collapsed as though its bones had been pulled out, Bleeding from the seven orifices. He had died.

Wei Chang, who had kept countless female Soul Grandmasters, had just kicked the bucket like that.

Ghost Charm casually flung Wei Chang's corpse, its Life extinguished, into the grass beside him as though discarding trash, his movements utterly indifferent.

He turned toward Zhao Linchuan. Within the shadows beneath his hood, his gaze seemed to sharpen slightly.

"From this day onward, you and I shall stand in equal Honored position."

"Show me just how far your brilliance can take you!" Leaving behind those meaningful words, Ghost Charm's figure seemed to melt into ink.

Without a sound, he sank into the shadow beneath his feet and vanished completely, as though he had never appeared.

Zhao Linchuan looked at where Ghost Charm had disappeared, then glanced at Wei Chang's miserable, unclosed-eyed corpse in the grass. He Smacked his lips. "Tsk, what a tsundere ghost."

"That old bastard just couldn't save face after seeing me break one of your moves, so he slaughtered someone else to vent his anger?"

Shaking his head, he walked over to Wei Chang's body and looked down at that face filled with shock and bewilderment. He clicked his tongue and sighed. "What is this?"

"Did you go out without checking the almanac and run into Terrible luck?"

"Remember in your next life, watching excitement isn't so easy."

With a soft sigh, Zhao Linchuan did not linger any longer.

He held two fingers together like a Sword, and the Azure Light Demon-Slaying Sword appeared once more, lifting his body.

A Blue-green stream of light went Soaring Upwards, cutting through the deepening night as it Galloped toward Litang City.

More than eighteen million Gold Soul Coins were still waiting for him. If he did not go enjoy himself and be Carefree and happy, how could he be worthy of today's "hard work"?

The wilderness returned to Deathly silence.

After a long while, several Low-level canine spirit beasts drawn by the Bloody Scent cautiously poked their heads out from the Bushes.

After confirming there was no danger, they swiftly pounced on Wei Chang's corpse and greedily tore into it.

Before long, only a mess of bloodstains and shredded clothing remained. Wei Chang, the guard of Litang Great Soul Arena, vanished from this world in such a hasty manner.

In a noisy tavern near the Spirit Arena, the group from Spirit Hall occupied several tables in the corner.

Bibi Dong sat alone by the window, her arms propped against a somewhat worn Wooden table.

Her small chin rested on the backs of her folded hands. Her usually icy Purple eyes now carried a trace of confusion and lingering Shame and anger. Her lips were slightly pouted, and from time to time, she gave an indignant "hmph," as if Venting anger.

Her signature Light wine red hair had been gathered up with some irritation into a slightly messy High ponytail, with several unruly Strands of hair hanging by the Side of her neck.

The others from Spirit Hall had Pushed together several tables and were Sitting around them. The atmosphere was stifling; no one dared speak loudly, and they occasionally cast cautious glances toward the Saintess, who was Sulking by herself.

Originally, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan had been among the Accompanying group, and perhaps he could have offered a few words of comfort.

But just minutes ago, he seemed to have received some Urgent message. His Expression changed slightly, and he Left in a hurry.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's departure gave someone who had been lingering at the tavern entrance for a long time an opportunity.

Yu Xiaogang had stood at the entrance for quite some time, tightly clutching the manuscript of Martial Soul Theory that he had painstakingly copied from the library of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

His heart was torn by indecision. He hesitated and dared not rashly approach the Saintess, whose status was noble and whose mood was clearly poor.

Now that Chrysanthemum Douluo, the greatest obstacle, had left, was this not a Heaven-sent opportunity?

He took a deep breath and encouraged himself.

He had even thought of a reason to Strike up a conversation—"I can point out the Key reason you were Defeated by that person!"

He straightened his collar, took another deep breath, and tried to Puff out his not-so-broad chest.

Clutching Martial Soul Theory as though holding a sacred relic, he strode toward the lonely yet dazzling purple figure by the window.

Confidence gleamed in his eyes, as though he could already foresee himself conquering the Saintess with his "wisdom."

Unfortunately, reality always went against one's wishes.

Just as he came within a few steps of Bibi Dong's table, a large, powerful hand landed heavily on his shoulder. The force was so great that half his body went numb, and he could not help crying out in pain.

"This friend," Li Lang said in a low voice carrying an unquestionable warning, "my Miss is in a poor mood. Please do not disturb her."

Yu Xiaogang flushed red and tried to shove that hand away, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

"I... I have an important matter to discuss with your Miss!"

"It concerns the outcome of her Spirit Arena match just now! Please inform her!" He forced himself to remain calm, but his voice came out somewhat distorted from the pain in his shoulder.

Li Lang did not budge, his expression blank. "Miss has ordered that she will see no one."

"If you have something to say, say it to me."

"Fine!" Yu Xiaogang glanced at Bibi Dong, who was staring blankly out the window, then drew a deep breath and shouted with all his strength in her direction, "I know why your Miss lost to the Soul Master she fought!"

"Fuck!" Li Lang's eardrums rang from that sudden yell. Unable to stop himself, he cursed and instinctively rubbed both ears.

"Why the hell are you shouting so loudly?!"

The gazes of the other tavern patrons were drawn over in unison as well.

A trace of smug satisfaction appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face, as though he had achieved his goal. He smiled without speaking.

Naturally, that shout also startled Bibi Dong by the window.

She furrowed her delicate brows and turned around with some impatience, her cool gaze sweeping over him.

"Li Lang." Bibi Dong's voice carried a trace of displeasure at being disturbed.

"Miss!" Li Lang immediately bowed.

"Let him come over," Bibi Dong said blandly, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes.

"Yes!"

(This plot goes like this: first, secretly unify the continent, then train the dogs and make the dogs bite each other. The protagonist will appear often.)