Immortal Herbs in Hand, Bought for One Gold Soul Coin! Holy Soul Village, a New Ah Yin? (Please Keep Reading!)

"I've never seen you before, but I'm very familiar with the scent on you."

Xu Zhao chuckled.

"Though you've used a special Soul Tool to seal off your scent, the unique medicinal fragrance of heavenly treasures can't fool my nose."

"If I'm not mistaken, there should be several extremely high-grade Immortal Herbs hidden in that Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch of yours, right?"

Boom!

At those words, a storm surged through Tang San's heart.

How could this be?!

The Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch had been a gift from Dugu Bo.

Its greatest ability was to completely seal off scents, and it could even hold living creatures.

Ever since he'd put the Immortal Herbs inside, not even a Titled Douluo like Dugu Bo had been able to detect them.

And yet this Xu Zhao could smell the herbs inside the pouch?

What kind of terrifying perception was that?!

"Your Excellency, you must be joking."

Tang San took a deep breath and discreetly shielded the pouch at his waist with his hand, his eyes flickering.

"This junior only has some ordinary medicinal herbs for treating wounds. How could I have any Immortal Herbs..."

"Let's not beat around the bush."

Xu Zhao cut off Tang San's excuse, a hint of impatience in his voice.

"I've taken a liking to those herbs of yours."

"Name your price. I'll buy them."

Though he said he would "buy" them,

the terrifying pressure radiating from Xu Zhao's nine Soul Rings quietly intensified.

Clearly, he was giving Tang San no room to refuse.

What kind of transaction was this?

It was nothing short of outright robbery!

Tang San's expression turned terribly grim.

Those Immortal Herbs were the last trump card he'd saved for himself.

They were a crucial resource.

Every single one was priceless, impossible to measure in Gold Soul Coins!

What was more, the other man's lofty, domineering attitude struck at the pride buried deep in Tang San's heart.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency."

Tang San lifted his head and met Xu Zhao's gaze.

His body trembled faintly under the pressure.

But he still spoke:

"These herbs are of vital importance to me. They're not for sale."

"Please, Your Excellency... look elsewhere!"

Before Xu Zhao could respond, Xiao Wu and the others behind Tang San were already terrified out of their wits.

"Third Brother! Have you gone mad?!"

Xiao Wu clutched Tang San's sleeve, her little face pale and her eyes full of terror.

Their opponent was a peerless fiend with four Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings!

Even Titled Douluos were like ants before him, and Tang San had actually dared to refuse him to his face?

It was like plucking whiskers from a tiger's mouth—asking for death!

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were drenched in cold sweat, their legs weak.

They were afraid Xu Zhao might wipe them all out with a single wave of his hand if he lost his temper.

At this critical moment,

a petite figure suddenly rushed out from the crowd and stood in front of Tang San.

"Wait!"

Ning Rongrong took a deep breath. Her body was trembling slightly too.

Still, she forced herself to straighten up, lifted her head, and tried not to avert her gaze.

She looked straight at Xu Zhao.

"Your... Excellency."

Ning Rongrong's voice quavered, but her tone was unusually firm.

"Please don't make things difficult for Third Brother!"

"Those herbs are precious to him. A gentleman doesn't take what others hold dear. With Your Excellency's status, why bother picking on juniors like us?"

As she spoke, Ning Rongrong seemed afraid Xu Zhao wouldn't be swayed—or perhaps she was trying to bolster her own courage.

She gritted her teeth and brought out her strongest trump card:

"Besides... I'm Ning Rongrong, daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"My Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is one of the Upper Three Sects. Not only is my father the greatest support-type Soul Master on the continent, but we're also protected by two Titled Douluos: my Grandpa Sword, Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and my Grandpa Bone, Bone Douluo Gu Rong!"

Ning Rongrong finished in one breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. A glimmer of hope and warning showed in her eyes.

"If Your Excellency insists on making things difficult for us today, then... my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect won't just stand by!"

Her words fell, and the entire scene went dead silent.

Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged glances, both inwardly groaning.

Oh, my little ancestor!

Bringing up the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might work against an ordinary powerhouse.

But this man before them... dared to capture the Crown Prince of the Star Luo Empire and imprison Duke Nether!

Would he care about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?

Sure enough,

Xu Zhao's expression didn't change at Ning Rongrong's words. He didn't even raise an eyelid.

He merely glanced at her, as if she were an ant who didn't know her place.

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

Xu Zhao chuckled, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Sword Dao Chen Xin?

Bone Dragon Gu Rong?"

"Just two Titled Douluos around level ninety-five."

Chen Xin was level ninety-six, and Gu Rong was level ninety-five.

"If they were standing right in front of me now, they might at least give me a chance to stretch my muscles."

"But you think you can use them to threaten me, little girl?"

Xu Zhao shook his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Never mind you—even your father, Ning Fengzhi, wouldn't dare speak to me like that if he came in person."

"You—!"

Ning Rongrong was so angry that her little face flushed crimson.

She'd been spoiled since childhood, treated like the center of attention wherever she went.

When had anyone ever looked down on her like this?

And he'd even dismissed Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone!

"You're too arrogant!"

Ning Rongrong couldn't help shouting.

"Grandpa Sword is known as the Titled Douluo with the greatest attack power in the world! Your Soul Ring Configuration is terrifying, but that doesn't mean you can beat him!"

"Oh?"

Xu Zhao raised an eyebrow, seeming slightly interested.

He slowly descended until he was level with Ning Rongrong.

The terrifying pressure made her breath catch at once.

Most of her earlier bravado vanished in an instant.

"Since you have so much faith in those two grandfathers of yours..."

A teasing smile curled Xu Zhao's lips.

"Let's do this."

"I'll give you a chance."

"Send a signal now, or contact your father and those two old men by any means you like."

"Have them come here at once."

"I'll wait right here."

Xu Zhao folded his arms, his expression calm, as if he were discussing something perfectly ordinary.

"I'd like to see whether this so-called 'greatest attack power in the world' can withstand a single move from me."

"If they beat me, then forget these few worthless weeds—even the treasury of my Great Sun Prince Mansion will be yours to choose from."

"But if they lose..."

Xu Zhao's gaze turned cold as he looked over everyone present.

"Then the lives of everyone in Shrek Academy—and the future of your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—will belong to me."

"Well?

Do you dare to take that bet?"

Arrogant!

He was arrogant beyond belief!

He actually intended to challenge two Titled Douluos of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect by himself?