"Since you're here, stop standing around and watching the show."
Bai Tang San suddenly spoke, lightly pointing with one finger.
"You two."
"Are you here to enroll as well?"
Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then nodded instinctively.
"Good."
Bai Tang San adjusted his sleeve, his tone as casual as if he were arranging dinner.
"Since this place calls itself Monster Academy."
"Then its admission standards naturally can't be too low."
He pointed at Dai Mubai, then at Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong.
"Beating him?"
"Too boring."
"The three of you, come at me together."
What?!
The entire crowd erupted.
Dai Mubai was so angry he laughed. "Arrogant bastard! Who do you think you are? A Titled Douluo? You want to take on three people by yourself?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, staring coldly at the overconfident boy.
Ning Rongrong blinked with interest, wondering whether something was wrong with this man's head.
Bai Tang San ignored their reactions.
He merely slowly raised his right hand.
A stalk of dark purple-gold Blue Silver Grass quietly emerged from his palm.
"I won't bully you."
"No Soul Skills."
"No Hidden Weapons."
"As long as you can last for the time it takes to burn an incense stick within my 'domain.'"
"I lose."
A domain?
Dai Mubai froze.
Li Yusong froze.
Everyone present froze.
Wasn't a domain a supreme ability that only Titled Douluo-level powerhouses, or those with extraordinary innate Martial Souls, could master?
A twelve-year-old two-ring Soul Grandmaster—at least on the surface.
Talking about domains?
"Playing tricks!"
Dai Mubai roared, "Since you're asking to die, don't blame us for ganging up on you! Zhuqing, little sister, attack together!"
Though his words were tough, he still had lingering fear of Bai Tang San's gaze from last night.
If he could gang up