Crown Prince Brother

Today's ten death matches were over.

Not bad. Though they hadn't forced me to use all my strength, the death matches had shown me just how truly insane people became when fighting for their lives.

Some opponents had even tried to bite me with their teeth.

This was what a death match was. Even if you died, you had to bite a chunk of flesh off someone else.

These battles had brought back that thrill of fighting from before.

I hadn't had my fill, but it wasn't bad. My strength was simply too great. To truly satisfy me, they would need at least the strength of a Soul King, or even a Soul Emperor.

Soul Masters like that were hard to find.

Time to go. The air here is truly awful.

Xu Fan prepared to leave with the three girls.

Just as they were about to leave, a figure silently stepped in front of them.

The man was of average height, but broad-boned, dressed in an unremarkable gray tight outfit.

His face was rather ferocious.

Most importantly, the Soul Power fluctuations around him were extremely strong!

He was probably a Soul Emperor!

Xu Fan reacted swiftly. Almost the instant the man appeared, he halted and positioned himself completely in front of Dugu Yan, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong.

At the same time, he activated Martial Soul Possession.

His molten gold vertical pupils glimmered faintly as the Soul Power and blood vitality within his body began circulating faster, entering a state of high alert.

He could defeat a Soul Emperor, but he was not alone. If they fought, it might be difficult to ensure Zhu Zhuqing and the others' safety.

So he could not act rashly.

The atmosphere instantly grew tense.

Ning Rongrong, standing behind him, was startled as well. But when she looked at Xu Fan's back shielding her, then at the other man's vicious face, the arrogance of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Young Miss immediately surged within her.

She poked half her body out from behind Xu Fan. Her little face tightened as she tried her best to look fierce, but she only looked cute and fierce.

Putting on a brave front, she shouted, "What?!"

"Just because we killed ten Soul Masters, you won't let us leave? Does this dump of yours have any rules at all?!"

She paused, seemingly feeling that she lacked enough momentum. She puffed out her small chest, lifted her chin, and shouted even more proudly, "Do you know who I am?! I'm Ning Rongrong, the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! If anything happens to me, my father and my two Title Douluo grandfathers will never let you off! You won't get to live either! None of you will live! We'll kill every last one of you!"

With a thought, she directly summoned her Martial Soul.

A seven-tiered glazed pagoda, radiant and crystal clear, appeared and emitted a gentle seven-colored glow.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

The appearance of this Tool Martial Soul, known as the number one Support Type Martial Soul in the world, immediately drew the attention of all the Soul Masters inside and outside the passage.

Many widened their eyes, their faces showing a complicated mix of shock, greed, and awe.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's reputation was thunderous, but for the vast majority of low-level Soul Masters, this was their first time seeing it in person.

Its dazzling radiance and noble aura were utterly out of place in this dark, bloody underground world.

The scar on the ferocious Soul Emperor's face twitched involuntarily, and a trace of helplessness flashed through his eyes.

Damn it, I haven't even said a word yet!

He ranted furiously in his heart.

This little ancestor had revealed her identity in a rapid-fire barrage and directly pinned the blame on him. How was he supposed to continue the conversation now?

Threaten them? Bribe them?

Trying that with the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was simply courting death.

And there were two Title Douluo as well. He was not insane.

Hearing Ning Rongrong's words and seeing her summon the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, Xu Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

This girl was quite bold at critical moments.

Still, that was good. It saved them a lot of trouble.

Zhu Zhuqing and Dugu Yan both gained a higher opinion of Ning Rongrong.

Though she had looked terrified just now, when it was time to step up, she truly did.

Awesome!

"Something you need?" Xu Fan asked calmly.

The ferocious Soul Emperor took a deep breath, suppressing the irritation in his heart and trying to make his voice sound as gentle as possible. Otherwise, if the Young Miss got angry, ten lives would not be enough to repay the price.

"My apologies. You've misunderstood. It's not that I won't let you leave."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Xu Fan and Ning Rongrong, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "It's... someone here wishes to meet you."

"Who?" Xu Fan pressed, concise and direct. "If you don't make it clear, we're not going."

The Soul Emperor felt an even greater headache coming on.

Of these four, one had an identity terrifying enough to frighten people to death, one appeared unfathomable, and the other two women seemed extraordinary in temperament.

He truly did not understand why that person had specifically requested to meet them.

But orders could not be disobeyed.

After hesitating, he stepped forward, lowered his voice, and quickly said in a faint volume that only he and Xu Fan could barely hear, "The Imperial Family."

Xu Fan was slightly surprised.

The Imperial Family! The Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial Family!

Was it Prince Xuexing, the Fourth Prince Xue Beng, or someone else?

Why had they sought him out?

Could it be because he was powerful and they wanted to recruit him?

Countless thoughts flashed through Xu Fan's mind.

He instantly weighed the pros and cons.

Refuse? They could leave, but they would not know what the Imperial Family intended.

Go meet them? At least they could learn who it was and what their purpose was, while taking the opportunity to observe them.

"Lead the way." Xu Fan made his decision immediately.

The ferocious Soul Emperor visibly relaxed and hurriedly nodded. "All right! Please follow me."

Ning Rongrong put away the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Her little face still held worry as she moved close to Xu Fan and whispered, "Xu Fan... will it be all right? Why are people from the Imperial Family looking for us?"

Seeing how nervous she looked, Xu Fan did not know whether to laugh or cry as he rubbed her short hair.

That intimate gesture made Ning Rongrong's little face flush red.

"Don't worry. Nothing will happen."

"You're the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and I... can be considered somewhat capable. They invited us there; they aren't arresting us. They probably don't mean us harm. If they really wanted to do something to us, they wouldn't have been so polite just now."

"I guess so!" Ning Rongrong thought about it and found his reasoning sound. She nodded with a silly smile, and more than half her worries vanished.

Led by the ferocious Soul Emperor, the four passed through heavily guarded passageways and eventually arrived at an area entirely different from the rough, bloody style of the underground fighting arena.

They pushed open a heavy door.

The view before them suddenly opened up.

It was an exceptionally luxurious and spacious room.

The air was filled with a faint, elegant fragrance.

At the center of the room, behind a large desk, sat a man.

He looked rather ordinary, with regular features but nothing particularly outstanding.

Yet he was very clean.

His temperament was gentle, composed, and steady.

He carried a restrained nobility that came from long occupying a position of power.

When Ning Rongrong clearly saw his face, her eyes instantly widened and her little mouth fell open. "Crown Prince Brother?!"