Come on, Someone Clean Up

He took a deep breath, no longer bothering to maintain any pretense of courtesy, and waved his hand with a cold expression.

"Why should Evil Steward care about such empty titles?"

"Since I came here today, I want only one result."

"Just name your price and hand the person over for me to take away. There's no need to make this so troublesome."

Seeing that the old man refused to yield no matter what, the warm smile on Evil Steward's face slowly faded.

He straightened his slightly bent back, and the amusement in his eyes gradually vanished, replaced by the indifference one would show trash.

"Since Prince can't understand a kind word, fine."

Evil Steward raised a finger, pointed at his own mouth, and leaned forward slightly.

"Come, Prince. Watch my lips."

Xue Xing froze for a moment, then instinctively narrowed his eyes, trying to make out what he was saying.

"What?"

Evil Steward's lips moved without making a sound, but the shape of the word was perfectly clear.

It was—"Get lost."

Xue Xing had yet to react and leaned closer. "What do you mean?"

The next second, a deafening roar exploded beside his ear.

"GET LOST!"

That shout was like thunder erupting from flat ground!

Xue Xing felt his head buzz, and his entire mind went blank.

He raised a trembling finger at Evil Steward, shaking from rage.

"You... you!"

"You dare tell me to get lost?!"

In full public view, right beneath the imperial city walls of Heaven Dou City, he had told a Prince to get lost?

This was practically throwing the Heaven Dou Imperial Family's dignity onto the ground and stomping on it!

Evil Steward looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with impatience.

"I think you're tired of living."

"I'll give you one minute. Take your pack of lackeys and get the hell away from our Duel Arena entrance."

"Otherwise, I'll kill you!"

The instant his words fell.

Boom!

An incomparably terrifying mental storm erupted from Evil Steward's body without warning!

Though this power had no visible form, it became tangible black waves of air, crushing fiercely toward the Imperial Family team in front of him from its center!

"Ah—!"

Screams instantly rang out in succession.

Xue Xing, who bore the brunt of it, felt as if iron needles had viciously pierced his brain, the pain nearly making his eyeballs bulge out.

"Pfft!"

Two streams of blood spurted from his nose, followed by blood from the corners of his eyes, his ears, and all seven orifices.

The Royal Guards behind him suffered even worse. Their eyes rolled back, foam spilled from their mouths, and they collapsed to the ground one after another.

Only the Soul Sage elder barely held on for a few breaths.

Yet even he was pale as paper, his vision spinning as though his brain matter was about to boil.

What a terrifying mental attack!

The elder was horrified. He viciously bit the tip of his tongue, using the sharp pain to regain some clarity.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

He roared and did not dare linger for even a moment, grabbing Prince Xue Xing, who was already nearly unconscious from the pain.

"Go!"

The Soul Sage elder stamped his feet against the ground, fleeing madly into the distance with Xue Xing like a beaten cur.

He did not even care about the luxurious carriage or the guards lying on the ground.

In just a few seconds.

The once-arrogant Imperial Family team had been reduced to a complete mess, with only unconscious Royal Guards left sprawled across the ground.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

The jaws of the onlookers nearly dropped to the ground.

They were completely unharmed, not even a strand of hair out of place. That terrifying mental attack had targeted only the Imperial Family members with astonishing precision!

"That was a Prince! He just attacked him like that?"

"I don't know... Is this Duel Arena really that bold?"

"This isn't merely a slap in the face. It's rubbing the Royal Family's face into the dirt!"

Under everyone's watchful eyes.

As if he had merely done something trivial, Evil Steward lightly brushed nonexistent dust from his sleeve.

Then he turned around elegantly and waved behind him.

"Come on, someone clean up."

With that, he walked into the Duel Arena without looking back.

Immediately afterward, several Attendants ran out and efficiently dragged the unconscious guards away like dead pigs, tossing them by the roadside in the distance.

"Make way, make way. Don't block the customers waiting in line behind you."

Bystander: "..."

That was far too arrogant!

Crown Prince Hall.

Qian Renxue was currently frowning as she discussed the chaotic situation with Snake Lance and Pufferfish, the two Douluo.

Suddenly.

Snake Lance and Pufferfish's expressions tightened. They simultaneously looked toward the high sky outside the hall, surprise appearing in their eyes.

"This aura..."

"It's powerful! And familiar."

Qian Renxue looked up in confusion. "What is it?"

Before she finished speaking.

A gentle breeze silently drifted into the hall.

The wind was soft. In the next moment, an old man dressed in a Green Robe appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall.

It was the Third Venerable of the Worship Hall, Qing Luan Douluo!

"Grandpa Qing Luan?"

Qian Renxue's eyes lit up. She hurriedly rose to greet him, surprise in her voice.

"Why are you here?"

Ever since she was little, aside from her Grandpa Qian Daoliu, these Venerable grandpas had doted on her the most.

Qing Luan looked at the valiant and handsome "Xue Qinghe" before him, his eyes full of affection.

He pointed at the enormous Golden Ranking in the sky and smiled. "Isn't it because our Little Xue is too beautiful?"

"Great Worship was afraid that after you appeared on the ranking, some fools who didn't know their place would set their sights on you and put you in danger."

"So he specially sent this old man here to protect you."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue's heart warmed, but it immediately tightened again.

Now that experts from across the continent were rushing toward the Dark Night Arena, Grandpa and the others certainly would not let this opportunity slip away.

Qian Renxue cautiously asked, "Grandpa Qing Luan, besides you... did the Hall send anyone else out?"

"For example... to the Dark Night Arena?"

Qing Luan nodded as though it were only natural, his expression becoming slightly more serious.

"Of course."

"Three cauldrons capable of raising one's level have appeared in succession. If such heaven-defying fortune were snatched away by another faction, it would be a grave threat to Spirit Hall!"

"Therefore, Great Worship has already given the order. We must bring them back."

Qian Renxue's heart lurched as intense unease surged within her.

"Then... who went?"

Qing Luan did not notice Qian Renxue's unusual reaction and assumed she was merely concerned about the mission.

"Your Grandpa Qian Jun and Grandpa Jiang Mo."

"The two brothers are of one mind. When they join forces, there are practically no opponents in this world besides Great Worship and that woman."

"With them taking action, that tiny Duel Arena can be destroyed with a wave of the hand!"

Qian Renxue's expression instantly became somewhat unnatural.

The next moment, a White Dove suddenly flew in from outside the hall. It was used by her people at the Duel Arena to send messages.

Something major must have happened, or they would not have rushed to send her word.

Qian Renxue hurriedly removed the letter and opened it. The last thread of hope in her heart finally died.

[Spirit Hall has sent people. The two Titled Douluo, Thousand Jun Falling Devil, were easily suppressed by Steward Xue.]

Qing Luan Douluo saw her expression turn rather ugly and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

Qian Renxue let out a long sigh. "Grandpa Qing Luan, you really underestimated the Dark Night Arena."

She needed to make another trip to the Duel Arena as soon as possible.

Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

Bang!

A white jade medicine bowl was smashed viciously onto the floor, shards scattering everywhere.

Scalding medicinal soup splashed across the ground.

"Outrageous! Outrageous!"