Yu Xiaogang, your judgment of people is truly accurate

"Rest assured, he won't die."

Shang An currently possessed the strength of ten thousand jin in his fists and kicks. If he hadn't held back somewhat, Tang San would either be dead or crippled. Of course, it was more likely that some powerhouse would have saved him, or that he would have accidentally opened up some strange meridian by sheer coincidence.

Therefore, as long as Tang San's fortune had not reached its nadir, Shang An would not lay a killing hand on him; that would be a waste of effort. According to Shang An's nature, he either wouldn't strike, but if he did, he would certainly be sure of his ability to kill that person.

"How can your heart be so vicious, striking with such heavy force?"

Yu Xiaogang carefully helped the still-coughing Tang San up, then pointed at Shang An, his face full of anger as he spoke.

Vicious? Shang An was almost amused by Yu Xiaogang. Yu Xiaogang, you really have a keen eye for people.

"Slap!"

Without anyone seeing Shang An make a move, Yu Xiaogang was slapped across the air, his face slamming hard into the ground. Two teeth flew out of his mouth—it was hard to tell if they were ivory.

This was a martial art from the pugilistic world called the Pikong Divine Palm. Shang An had learned it by chance; although the name sounded powerful, it was actually useless. Its damage was low, and it wasn't as effective as just slapping someone directly, but it was quite useful for bullying the weak and acting imposing.

Shang An was not accustomed to listening to enemies blather on, unless there was a specific purpose. He preferred to knock his enemies down and then step on their heads to conduct "ideological education."

"Since he dared to attack me, he should be prepared to be beaten. As for you, a piece of trash, how dare you point fingers at me."

"You, you, you..."

Over these years, relying on his status as a "Grandmaster," everyone had treated him with courtesy. Even the lord of Nuoding City, after "accidentally" learning of his identity as a descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, had been full of respect. When had he ever been treated like this?

Unfortunately, his identity was nothing but a joke to Shang An.

"Hmph, trash is just trash."

"I am not trash, I am..."

Slap!

Before he could finish his sentence, he was sent flying by another slap from Shang An. A palm print appeared on each side of his face, perfectly symmetrical.

Yu Xiaogang clutched both cheeks, glaring at Shang An with hatred. He wanted to say something harsh, but he was afraid of being hit by this "brute" again. His lips opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't utter a complete sentence while clutching his face.

"Teacher."

This time it was Tang San's turn to support Yu Xiaogang. At the same time, he watched Shang An from the corner of his eye and quietly reached for his sleeve arrow, aiming it at him.

"Please, stop fighting."

At this moment, Xiao Wu, who was in Shang An's arms, spoke up to mediate and explain:

"This is a misunderstanding."

Tang San was unconvinced, his face staring viciously at Shang An. What did a misunderstanding matter? This person had severely wounded him and hurt his teacher, whom he respected like a father. This man already deserved to die.

"Xiao Wu, tell them about our relationship."

Shang An stroked Xiao Wu's head, speaking with a doting expression. Xiao Wu also wore a look of pure enjoyment.

Relationship? Could it be that this person is Xiao Wu's relative? Is it really a misunderstanding? Tang San's face was filled with conflict. If this person really was Xiao Wu's relative, it would be difficult for him to make a move.

Xiao Wu could not hear Tang San's inner thoughts; she only wanted Tang San to forget her. There was no future for them, and she did not want Tang San to die.

"Third Brother, this is my fiancé."

As she spoke, Xiao Wu shyly pinched Shang An's hand. It was no wonder they said women were born actors. His Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Primordial Spirit was most sensitive to emotions, yet he felt no affection from Xiao Wu toward him—only a hint of hatred.

"Fiancé? No! Xiao Wu, you're lying to me, right?"

Tang San clearly remembered Xiao Wu telling him before that she came from a small village and that her parents were both dead. How could a fiancé suddenly appear now?

"Heh, do you think innate full soul power is everywhere? Xiao Wu's background is not what you think. She is my child bride, betrothed to me since childhood. She only ran here before because she was playful."

Shang An's face was full of mockery, and that disdainful gaze deeply stung Tang San.

"It can't be, how could Xiao Wu lie to me? It's not true."

Tang San muttered to himself, the suspicion in his eyes turning into pain and anger.

"You must have threatened Xiao Wu."

Tang San had actually stumbled upon the truth, but unfortunately...

"Third Brother, Brother An is right."

Seeing Tang San's pained expression, Xiao Wu felt a pang of reluctance, but she still looked at Shang An with a face full of happiness and took the initiative to lean into his arms, turning her head to say to Tang San:

"Brother An and I are in love. Third Brother, you will bless us, right?"

Seeing Xiao Wu's pleading and expectant expression, Tang San felt an intense bitterness surge into his heart. His body swayed, and he nearly lost his footing. He hadn't felt this miserable even when he was forced to jump off the cliff back then.

"I, I..."

Although Tang San acknowledged Xiao Wu as his sister, the feelings between them were far from simple sibling affection. He had long regarded Xiao Wu as his own possession. In his eyes, Xiao Wu was someone who would accompany him for the rest of his life. How could this be? How could it!

Shang An watched all of this with a smile. He stepped forward, took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from the corner of Tang San's mouth, and then patted his face. At the same time, a trace of mental power silently surged into Tang San's mind.

"Brother, Xiao Wu is mine. I thank you on her behalf for taking care of her all these years."

He naturally wouldn't be idle enough to put on a show for Tang San; planting a heart demon was the main goal. Tang San was not like Bibi Dong, who had no defenses against him, and with his current level of mental power, he could only plant a heart demon in Tang San while his mind was wounded.

Plant the heart demon, seize his opportunities, and finally kill the "three dogs"—this was Shang An's three-step plan to deal with Tang San.

"Let's go."

Looking at Tang San, who had fallen into a state of obsession, Shang An spoke indifferently. He held Xiao Wu in his arms and turned to leave.

"No~~, Xiao Wu, no!"

Seeing Shang An holding Xiao Wu and preparing to leave, the ragged Tang San tried to chase after them, but was struck in the knee by a casual burst of energy from Shang An. Unable to stand for a moment, he could only watch them leave, kneeling miserably on the ground. It was a truly pathetic sight, though unfortunately, there was no "A Spray of Plum Blossoms" playing in the background.

"Xiao Wu, how am I supposed to live without you!"

"Xiao Wu, don't leave me behind..."

"Xiao Wu!"

Watching Xiao Wu gradually fade into the distance, Tang San reached out his hand, trying to grasp her retreating figure, but it was all in vain. Tang San collapsed powerlessly onto the ground, his entire spirit seemingly drained away in an instant, muttering to himself:

"Xiao Wu~ Xiao Wu..."

Yu Xiaogang, having recovered, stepped forward, crouched down, and placed a hand on Tang San's shoulder. He had heard the entire conversation just now, but he knew better than to interfere in matters of the heart. Besides, he had been terrified by the two slaps Shang An had dealt him earlier and dared not interject recklessly.

He could only stroke Tang San's head with his rough hand. Feeling the warmth from above, Tang San finally broke down, throwing himself into Yu Xiaogang's arms and weeping like a child.

"Teacher, Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu is gone, she's really gone."

"Sigh."

Looking at Tang San, Yu Xiaogang couldn't help but think of his own story; back then, he too was...

"Very well, in that case, I shall not disturb you any further."

Lingyuan Douluo gave a slight nod toward Tang Hao.

"Hmph!"

Tang Hao let out a cold snort and turned to leave. Lingyuan Douluo had been questioning him about his situation the entire time; if not for his desire to keep his identity hidden, he would have attacked long ago. He, the dignified Haotian Douluo, was not a man of gentle temper.

Lingyuan watched Tang Hao's retreating back, a look of disdain curling her lips, her eyes revealing a hint of regret.

"As expected, a coward who didn't even dare to make a move."

She then turned and headed toward a location within Nuoding City.

She had naturally been sent by Shang An to stall Tang Hao. With her current strength and the enhancement of her cultivation technique, even if she couldn't defeat him, she could easily ensure her own safety. She had actually been looking forward to a great battle with Tang Hao to test her own strength.

Who would have thought this Tang Hao was like a thousand-year-old tortoise, refusing to strike no matter how much she pressured him? But it didn't matter; completing Shang An's mission was more important.

In a private room at Baiwei Pavilion in Nuoding City, Shang An was enjoying a back massage from the little rabbit.

"Sister Ni Huang, you're back. You weren't hurt, were you?"

Ni Huang shook her head: "This Tang Hao is indeed a coward, just as you said, Shang An. He didn't dare to make a move."

"That's good. Xiao Wu, go give Sister Ni Huang a massage."

Xiao Wu looked at Shang An with resentment. He had called her his fiancée earlier, but now she was being treated like a servant.

"No, no need, I'm not tired."

Ni Huang quickly refused. If it were Shang An offering to massage her back, she would have gladly accepted—even if she weren't tired, she would pretend to be—but she had no interest in anyone else doing it.

"Alright then."

Shang An pulled Xiao Wu in front of him.

"By the way, Xiao Wu, there is one more thing."