Xiao Yexuan saw Ning Rongrong's indignant expression and knew she wanted to call on the power of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
She wanted to spread the word about what had happened to him and ruin Tang San and Dai Mubai's reputations.
At the thought, Xiao Yexuan hurriedly shook his head, refusing outright.
"Rongrong, I'm not that great!"
"And I haven't achieved anything yet. You can't put me in the spotlight."
"I'm not like Yu Xiaogang, that so-called Grandmaster, who's obsessed with getting recognition."
"What I want is for everyone to live happy lives. I want to develop a pill that can awaken everyone's Martial Soul, grant them Soul Power, and make them Soul Masters."
"I haven't achieved anything yet. If we announced it now, people would laugh their heads off."
"Even if I don't care what they think, it would bring a lot of unnecessary trouble."
"I don't want any of you to get dragged into trouble because of me."
Though all three women were determined to make Xiao Yexuan famous across the Douluo Continent as soon as possible,
and wanted everyone to know about his lofty ambitions,
Xiao Yexuan had already pleaded with them, his eyes full of entreaty. They had never been able to refuse him.
In the end, the three could only nod and agree with Xiao Yexuan, keeping his ideals to themselves for now.
Xiao Yexuan let out a long sigh of relief. At last, the weight on his heart lifted.
With his current charm, if word of him got out, he had no idea how many people would go mad trying to get their hands on him.
And his strength was still far too weak to deal with all those who might covet him.
If he ran into someone with a twisted mind who wanted to possess him, they would surely resort to extreme measures.
Xiao Yexuan figured that if Bibi Dong learned he existed, she would lock him away in a little black room,
keeping him all to herself and never letting him appear in front of another woman.
As things stood, Xiao Yexuan had no way to fight back against a powerhouse like that.
Better to keep a low profile for a while.
Once he was strong enough not to fear powerhouses like Bibi Dong, he could do whatever he wanted!
"That bitch Ning Rongrong!"
Dai Mubai's voice was sharp and hoarse, as if poisoned.
"Every emergency distress signal from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect draws in a huge number of nearby Soul Masters to help!"
He ran at full tilt, panting, but never stopped talking.
"Those Soul Masters don't ask questions. They just have to show up, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect rewards them handsomely!"
"This is Heaven Dou City! Soul Masters are everywhere!"
"I just saw a whole crowd of Soul Masters running toward the alley. The amount we'll have to pay them afterward is unimaginable!"
"Ning Rongrong actually dared to do this!"
His eyes were terrifyingly venomous, and his fists clenched with a crackle.
"And all just to protect that pretty boy!"
"Damn it!"
"When we were in school together, why was she never this generous?"
Dai Mubai and Tang San ran at full speed, their feet barely touching the ground, wishing they had two more legs.
All the way, Dai Mubai kept ranting, his face twisted with resentment and blame.
He had failed to snatch Zhu Zhuqing away from Little Black, and all his hatred and fury had piled up on Ning Rongrong. The moment he got the chance, he cursed and complained about her.
Tang San, running beside him, looked just as grim, his face dark enough to drip water.
He had never expected it to be so difficult to deal with Little Black.
The operation had failed, and Tang San knew all too well that he probably wouldn't get another chance.
After all, once this was over, Little Black would surely become even more cautious.
And that little rich girl, Ning Rongrong, would definitely send more powerful experts to protect Little Black.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's vast resources and terrifying wealth were beyond the reach of a lowly Soul Master like him.
Looks like he'd have to wait until he reached the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo realm before he could avenge himself on Little Black!
"You two have some nerve, daring to hurt my precious disciple!"
A furious roar exploded beside them like thunder.
Just then, two blazing balls of fire suddenly erupted at the mouth of the alley ahead.
Flames whipped and curled, and a wave of scorching heat swept over them.
As the voice fell, the two fireballs, wreathed in searing heat, shot toward them.
Tang San's eyes narrowed. His Purple Demon Eye activated at once, a faint purple light appearing in his eyes.
He instantly saw the fireball's trajectory and swiftly used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track beneath his feet.
He leaned to one side and narrowly dodged the deadly blow.
The fireball skimmed past his cheek. Its scalding heat seared his skin, and his hairs curled up at once.
Tang San dodged the attack, but Dai Mubai on the other side had no such exquisite footwork.
The fireball hit him squarely.
In an instant, Dai Mubai was engulfed in flames.
"Aaagh!"
Dai Mubai let out a terrible scream and rolled frantically on the ground, beating wildly at the flames on his body.
Even when he released his Martial Soul and used a Soul Skill to try to extinguish the fire, the piercing pain and scorching damage remained almost unbearable.
Burning cloth stuck to his skin, and he spasmed all over from the pain.
"It's you, Liu Erlong!"
Tang San recognized the familiar, violent flames and heard the furious voice, roaring like a dragon. He knew who had appeared.
His expression grew even more wary. His heart hammered, and a cold sweat broke out across his back.
Back then, Liu Erlong had beaten him half to death in a single blow. If Flender hadn't taken him to the Nine Hearts Begonia Clan to seek medicine, he might still be bedridden and unable to move.
"Little bastard, you've got quick reflexes."
Liu Erlong's voice was icy, brimming with undisguised murderous intent. Her eyes were like ice-coated knives as she fixed them on Tang San.
"But you dodged one. Can you dodge all of these?"
As she spoke, Liu Erlong swept her hand forward.
A blazing line of fire shot toward Tang San like a long serpent, then circled around him.
The flames roared, trapping Tang San in an instant.
A red wall of fire surged into the sky, sealing off every escape route.
But Liu Erlong didn't let down her guard.
Tang San had nearly blown her head off with the Godly Zhuge Crossbow last time. Liu Erlong remembered that clearly.
Who knew what other insidious Hidden Weapons the little bastard still had concealed on him?
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