Who Was He?

Pfft! Bu Le was caught completely off guard.

But he still avoided a fatal blow. That slash directly severed Bu Le's hand.

Blood spilled across the ground.

"Ah! My hand!"

Bu Le's scream was especially piercing in the silent alley.

"You two little bastards, how dare you ambush your grandpa!"

Ye Yuan raised his sword again and charged at Bu Le.

"You've committed countless evils. You deserve to die!"

Bu Le clutched his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

"You two little brats aren't even level thirty, and you want to play heroes?"

"Once I deal with you, I'll have my way with this girl right in front of you!"

In Bu Le's eyes, two Soul Masters in their twenties trying to kill a Soul Master in his forties was nothing but a fool's dream.

There was a vast gap in strength between every Soul Master rank.

Not to mention a difference of two major realms.

Bu Le immediately circulated his Soul Power. "Martial Soul, Heavenly Gauze Twin Covers!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Bu Le with utter disdain. It was bad enough that he was so sleazy.

She hadn't expected his Martial Soul to be this revolting as well.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Shadow Domain!"

Darkness instantly enveloped Ning Rongrong and Ye Yuan.

Bu Le vanished into the Shadow Domain.

"Within this Shadow Domain, I am invincible!"

"Just wait for death!" Bu Le's voice came continuously from all around them.

Ye Yuan and Ning Rongrong immediately stood back-to-back. "Rongrong!"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "I know!"

"Second Soul Skill, Agility Boost!"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda instantly shone with blue light, which sank into Ye Yuan's body.

Ye Yuan shut his eyes tightly.

In a calm voice, he said, "Bu Le, this is my second Soul Skill, Demon Suppressor!"

"Today, I, Ye Yuan, will use this three-foot sword to suppress and kill you, a fiend of the human world!"

In an instant, Bu Le's Shadow Domain was replaced by a blue sword formation.

Bu Le's figure emerged once more.

The calmness had vanished from Bu Le's face.

Today was undoubtedly the most shocking day of his life so far.

A Soul Master actually possessed a domain skill while only in his twenties!

Bu Le's Shadow Domain was not a domain skill, but a pseudo-domain skill. It merely allowed him to hide in darkness.

It had no other means of attack. He could only repeatedly use control skills in the dark before launching sneak attacks.

But the skill this brat had used before him was a genuine domain skill!

One had to know that throughout Douluo Continent's history, even the greatest geniuses only gained domain skills at level eighty.

That person had only obtained a domain skill at level eighty through a bloodline inheritance.

Even a bloodline-inherited domain would only fully manifest at level eighty!

And it was not something one was more likely to obtain simply by reaching a higher level.

Only a very small number of geniuses could possess one in their later years.

In other words, it was something that could only be encountered by chance!

Thus, most Title Douluo on Douluo Continent did not possess domain skills!

Ning Rongrong, standing nearby, was no less stunned.

Her Sword Grandpa, Chen Xin, had only obtained the Sword God Domain at level ninety-five.

And he had told her that domains generally could not appear in low-level Soul Masters.

At the very least, Soul Masters below level seventy could not comprehend domain skills.

Yet Ye Yuan had actually broken that rule!

"You... who exactly are you!"

"Could you tell me your name?"

Bu Le panicked. He was merely a control-type Soul Master, and he had no advantage against a Sword Martial Soul Soul Master like Ye Yuan.

Of course, that alone was not enough to frighten Bu Le.

Just now, he had felt a wave of dizziness.

There was poison on this brat's sword, and it was highly potent!

He needed to avoid the edge of his attack for now and wait until he reunited with his two brothers before making further plans!

"My name is Ye Yuan."

Bu Le frantically searched his memories.

"Ye Yuan? I've never heard that name in the Heaven Dou Empire."

"Ye... I've never heard of any great Sword Martial Soul clan with the surname Ye?"

"Could he be from some hidden great clan? Otherwise, how could this brat possess such strength at his age!"

Bu Le clutched his wound, his expression uglier than tears.

"It was I, Bu Le, who failed to recognize a great man. Another day, I will definitely come to your door carrying thorns on my back to apologize."

"I will compensate you both!"

"I only ask that you spare my life!"

"I, Bu Le, will also—"

Before he could finish, Ye Yuan cut him off.

"Bu Le, it's time for you to go."

"Don't worry. If I meet your two brothers someday—"

"I'll definitely send them to join you."

Bu Le no longer used Soul Power to suppress the poison and forcibly circulated all the Soul Power in his body.

But the circulation of his Soul Power was heavily suppressed.

Within Ye Yuan's domain, he could not even use fifty percent of his usual Soul Power!

Not to mention that he had already been poisoned by this brat.

Less than one-tenth of his strength remained.

"Brat, if you want to kill me, you'll have to pay a price as well."

"First Soul Skill, River Severing!"

With a flash, Ye Yuan separated Bu Le's head from his body.

His head rolled onto the ground.

Ye Yuan flicked his wrist, shaking the blood from his sword onto the ground.

Anywhere on Douluo Continent, anyone witnessing this scene would have been shocked.

Because in the history of Douluo Continent, no Soul Master in his twenties had ever killed a Soul Master in his forties.

"Let's go."

Ye Yuan turned to leave.

"Hey, Brother Ye, weren't we a little... a little too cruel?"

"Wouldn't it have been enough to teach him a lesson?"

"Wh... why did we have to kill him?"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head as she spoke.

"If I didn't kill him, he would have killed us."

"Even if we hadn't sought him out, he would have harmed someone else tonight."

"I, Ye Yuan, have a clear conscience in all that I do."

"You're the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You've seen too little of the world."

"Who knows how many people like them exist across this continent."

Ye Yuan put away his Martial Soul and sighed softly.

"Sigh..."

"If you think I'm cruel, then let's part ways here."

Without looking back, Ye Yuan walked away.

Ning Rongrong looked at the head on the ground, then at his retreating figure.

"Y-you, wait for me!"

The corners of Ye Yuan's lips lifted slightly as he walked ahead.

If Ning Rongrong had not followed him, then perhaps their fate would have ended here.

In Ye Yuan's view, those who walked different paths could not make plans together.

"I need to grow stronger quickly."

"I should find Teacher first." Qian Renxue's beautiful face surfaced in Ye Yuan's mind again.

He felt like a complete pervert.

Every time he thought of Qian Renxue's face, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He did not understand where that feeling came from.

Ye Yuan and Ning Rongrong arrived at the hotel reception desk.

"Two rooms, please." Ye Yuan took out Soul Coins as he spoke.

After some tapping, the receptionist said, "I'm sorry, honored guests."

"Our hotel only has one room left."

"What would you like to do?"

Ye Yuan turned to Ning Rongrong. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "I... I don't mind!"

"One room is fine."

"Sure!"

"Here, this is the room key."

Ye Yuan took the key and led Ning Rongrong toward the room.

"After such a tiring day, we can finally rest."

Ning Rongrong stretched lazily and opened the door.

The sight before them stunned them both.

The room was decorated almost entirely in dark red.

Roses covered the floor. There was only one large bed in the middle of the room, and an oversized bathtub for two stood out conspicuously.

Ning Rongrong and Ye Yuan instantly understood what kind of room this was.

Ning Rongrong's face flushed bright red as she said, "Th-this room is pretty nice, huh."

She walked into the room awkwardly.

When she reached the bedside, she suddenly spotted a button.

"What's this?" Ning Rongrong pressed it casually.

Bzzzz!

The entire bed began to vibrate.

Ning Rongrong, what on earth are you doing?!

Her face reddened as though it might drip blood.

"I'll sleep on the sofa tonight," Ye Yuan said.

Without waiting for Ning Rongrong's response, he walked to the sofa by the bed and sat cross-legged.

Then he closed his eyes and began cultivating.

Ning Rongrong turned and went to wash up.

A little while later, Ning Rongrong slowly emerged from the bathroom.

She walked over and sat in front of the sofa.

Ye Yuan opened his eyes as well and looked at Ning Rongrong.

The two stared at each other. By the moonlight outside the window, they could see one another clearly enough.

Under the moonlight, Ning Rongrong's dark hair was slightly damp, with several strands clinging to her snow-white neck.

She wore only a thin gauzy robe, faintly revealing her delicate curves.