Tang San Blocks the Way: Kowtow and Apologize to My Teacher!

Outside the gates of Nuoding City, a deathly silence reigned.

The merchants and armed mercenaries entering and exiting the city were all stunned. They looked at the foul-smelling, ragged "beggar" as if he were a corpse.

After a brief, deathly silence, the Royal Knights erupted in towering rage.

"Presumptuous!!!"

The knight captain closest to Yu Xiaogang widened his eyes, his fury boiling over. A master's humiliation is a servant's death; this vermin, who had crawled out of who knows what cesspit, dared to insult the noble Viscount in public!

"Clang—"

Without a moment's hesitation, the knight captain drew the refined steel whip from his waist and lashed it viciously toward Yu Xiaogang's sallow face!

The strike was heavy and powerful; had it landed, Yu Xiaogang would surely have been flayed, his teeth shattered.

Yu Xiaogang had been acting out of pure resentment, and now, facing a strike fueled by the rage of a Soul Elder, he stood frozen, too terrified to even dodge, and could only close his eyes in despair.

Just at this critical moment.

"You go too far!"

A crisp yet icy shout rang out beside Yu Xiaogang.

Tang San, who had been supporting Yu Xiaogang, suddenly saw a flash of eerie purple light in his eyes!

Purple Demon Eye!

Immediately following, his feet executed a strange and unpredictable movement—Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!

Tang San's small, thin, mud-stained frame shifted a step in the blink of an eye, firmly blocking the path in front of Yu Xiaogang.

At the same time, Tang San took a deep breath, driving his Mysterious Heaven Skill madly into his hands.

His filth-covered hands turned the color of translucent white jade in an instant.

Mysterious Jade Hand!

"Slap!"

A muffled sound echoed.

The barbed, refined steel whip, capable of shattering stone, was caught firmly in the palm of Tang San's six-year-old white jade hand, unable to advance even an inch!

"Hmm?" The knight captain's expression shifted.

How is this possible?

A child who looked only six or seven, like a little beggar, had actually caught his whip with his bare hands?!

Even without the infusion of soul power, it was inconceivable!

At this moment, Tang San slowly raised his head, his mud-streaked face revealing a gloom and ruthlessness that did not match his age.

He stared coldly at the knight captain on horseback, then swept his peripheral vision toward Xue Yao, who sat high above, surrounded by others like stars around the moon.

Intense jealousy and anger gnawed at Tang San's heart like a venomous snake.

Why?

He had lived two lives, possessed the secret arts of the Tang Sect, and held Innate Full Soul Power, yet he had to wear rags and be shunned like a stray dog alongside his teacher.

Yet this youth before him, who looked only a few years older, wore such luxurious brocade, rode a magnificent steed, and was guarded by such powerful knights!

Furthermore, as Tang San looked at Xue Yao's flawless, cold, and noble face, an instinctive disgust and hostility surged within him.

As expected, no matter the world, these high-born playboys are all the same! Oppressing the good and treating human life like grass! Tang San thought coldly to himself.

Seeing the knight captain channel his soul power to reclaim the whip, a flash of icy murderous intent crossed Tang San's eyes.

His free left hand reached stealthily toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist.

This man is unreasonable, condoning his subordinates to commit violence in the street, and even attempting to take my teacher's life... he has already earned his death!

Tang San passed judgment in his heart, his fingers already resting on the trigger mechanism, ready to give this knight captain a cold, fatal surprise.

Just as the conflict was about to escalate and blood was about to be shed.

"Stop."

A calm voice, yet carrying unquestionable authority, came from the center of the formation.

Hearing this, the knight captain trembled, immediately abandoning his attempt to reclaim the whip, bowing his head respectfully, and retreating to the sides.

Tang San also released his grip, watching coldly as the high-and-mighty youth rode forward.

Xue Yao rode his pure white steed, slowly approaching Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

He did not even glance at Tang San's hidden left hand, merely looking down from his high vantage point at the disheveled pair.

Xue Yao had seen every move Tang San made, and found it utterly ridiculous.

"Is this how you condone your subordinates to commit violence in the street?"

Before Xue Yao could speak, Tang San took the initiative, loudly and righteously questioning him.

He puffed out his chest, and despite his tattered clothes, he feigned an air of defiance against power and righteous indignation, shouting:

"My teacher only said two words to you, and your subordinate actually wanted to kill him! Is this the upbringing of you nobles? If it weren't us standing here today, if it were ordinary commoners, wouldn't you have beaten them to death in the street?!"

Hearing these words, the surrounding commoners actually felt a faint resonance, and the looks they cast toward Xue Yao began to carry a hint of fear.

Xue Yao, mounted on his horse, watched Tang San's sanctimonious expression and finally could not help but let out a soft laugh.

"Heh."

This laughter was filled with extreme mockery.

"Your teacher only said a couple of things about me?" Xue Yao's gaze was like a blade, coldly fixed on Tang San. "If your ears aren't deaf, you should have heard that foul-smelling piece of trash pointing at my nose and calling me a bastard and a little beast."

"Insulting a hereditary Viscount of the Heaven Dou Empire—by law, that warrants having one's tongue ripped out and being beaten to death."

Xue Yao's voice was not loud, yet it carried a suffocating chill. "The fact that my men didn't chop his head off immediately is already a sign of great restraint."

Tang San was choked up for a moment, but his bizarre, double-standard logic instantly kicked in.

In his view, Yu Xiaogang was his benefactor and mentor; how could a teacher be wrong? If his teacher insulted someone, it must be because that person deserved it!

"Nonsense!" Tang San glared at Xue Yao and retorted loudly, "My teacher is a master of heaven-defying knowledge with noble character! If he cursed you, it must be because you committed some unforgivable evil against him in the past!"

"Regardless, as a junior, how can you condone your subordinates humiliating an elder?!"

The more Tang San spoke, the more he felt he was in the right. He even stepped forward, pointed at the head of Xue Yao's horse, and made an extremely absurd demand:

"For today's matter, you must apologize to my teacher!"

The crowd was in an uproar!

A mud-legged commoner was actually demanding that an imperial Viscount, protected by a group of Royal Griffin knights, apologize to a raving madman who had been hurling insults?!

At this moment, seeing Xue Yao sitting silently on his horse without a trace of panic in his eyes, Tang San felt a flash of mysterious confidence.

Although the youth before him had a grand entourage, in Tang San's eyes, he was nothing more than a pampered brat showing off his family background.

If it truly came to a fight, Tang San was one hundred percent certain he could subdue him in one move using Tang Sect techniques!

Thinking of this, Tang San lifted his chin slightly and threw down his chips:

"Judging by your appearance, you're a soul master, right? Since you won't listen to reason, let's settle this the way of the soul master world!"

"If you have the guts, get down here and fight me one-on-one! A fair duel!"

Tang San's eyes flashed with fanatical competitiveness and calculating light. "If you lose, get off your horse immediately, kneel on the ground, and kowtow to apologize to my teacher! Do you dare?!"

The Royal Griffin knights all looked at Tang San as if he were an idiot.

Meanwhile, Xue Yao, sitting on his horse, felt the mockery in his eyes turn into deep helplessness and disgust.

He looked at Tang San below, who had assumed a defensive stance and thought he was in control of the entire situation, and felt as if he were looking at a fresh, steaming pile of dog shit.

Defeat Tang San? That was too simple. He wouldn't even need to summon his martial soul; he could slap Tang San into the city wall so hard he wouldn't be able to be pried out.

But what about after the fight?

Xue Yao knew with his eyes closed that if he dared to beat Tang San to a pulp or force Yu Xiaogang to kneel today, that ultimate troublemaker Tang Hao, who carried his Clear Sky Hammer around all day, would definitely pop out from some dark corner and scream, "Who dares hurt my son!"

That was a Title Douluo! Even if he was injured, he was still a bona fide ring-detonating lunatic!

Right now, Xue Yao only had a few Soul Ancestor-level knights by his side, and his Royal Griffin trump card had not yet fully matured; he simply could not go head-to-head with a Title Douluo.

This Tang San was a piece of top-tier dog shit that, if you stepped on it, would not only ruin your shoes but also attract a foul-smelling fly (Tang Hao) to buzz around you!

Disgusting.

Truly disgusting to the extreme.

Xue Yao took a deep breath and hid the killing intent in his eyes deep within.

Now was not the time to step in the dog shit.