Conflict Deepens, Shamelessness is Nothing More Than Shrek

Dai Mubai and Tang San rushed to Oscar and Ma Hongjun's side.

Tang San's expression was grave as he knelt to examine the claw mark on Oscar's shoulder, which was deep enough to reveal bone. Concentrating soul power at his fingertips, he quickly tapped several acupoints to temporarily stem the gushing blood.

He then retrieved golden medicinal powder from the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges and sprinkled it over the wound.

Ma Hongjun's chest injury looked even more terrifying, with the flesh torn and rolled back, but fortunately, his thick layer of fat had prevented damage to his internal organs.

Enduring the pain, he grabbed a Recovery Big Sausage that Oscar had created earlier and began to gnaw on it greedily, his complexion easing slightly.

Dai Mubai stood in front of the two, his gaze fixed on Zhu Zhuqing opposite them with a complex expression, his brows locked in a tight frown.

Nether Spirit Cat... he was all too familiar with that martial soul!

It was the top-tier agility-attack martial soul passed down through generations of the Zhu Clan in the Star Luo Empire. It complemented the Dai Clan's White Tiger martial soul, and the two families had a tradition of intermarriage spanning generations.

Yet, why would a young girl possessing the Nether Spirit Cat martial soul suddenly appear in a small border town of the Heaven Dou Empire?

Furthermore, judging by her age and soul power... a guess that made his heart leap into his throat surfaced in his mind.

Zhu Zhuqing merely looked back at him coldly, her cat-like eyes devoid of any ripples, as if she were looking at a stranger.

She did not deactivate her martial soul avatar, maintaining a stance ready to strike again at any moment.

Just as Dai Mubai opened his mouth, wanting to tentatively ask something, Ning Rongrong stepped forward without a hint of fear, shielding Zhu Zhuqing slightly behind her.

Her small face was filled with fury as she questioned them in a crisp, sharp voice:

"What? By the looks of it, are you two the accomplices of those two scumbags?"

"Beat the small ones, and the old ones come out?"

She deliberately bit down hard on the words "old ones," her gaze sweeping over Dai Mubai and Tang San.

"Boss Dai! Fatty, I can't swallow this insult! Avenge your brother!"

Ma Hongjun shouted incoherently while chewing on his sausage, his small eyes filled with resentment.

Spurred by Ma Hongjun's cry, Dai Mubai temporarily suppressed the suspicion in his heart. His face darkened as he looked toward Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, his tone heavy with pressure:

"The two of you, isn't this a bit too heavy-handed? You injured my partner, so you should at least provide an explanation."

"An explanation?" Ning Rongrong let out a cold laugh, as if she had heard the world's greatest joke, her voice rising sharply. "How truly shameless!"

"It was clearly your companion who came up to harass us first, speaking with lewd words and acting with no manners!"

"We were merely acting in self-defense; how did it suddenly become our fault?"

"Do you expect us two weak girls to just stand there and let you bunch of ruffians harass us and lay your hands on us?"

Her words were resonant and clear. Among the diners and guests who had originally just been watching the spectacle, many began to show expressions of agreement or disdain, pointing fingers at Dai Mubai's group.

"Hmph! Enough nonsense!"

Dai Mubai felt he was losing face, his embarrassment turning into anger.

Three soul rings—yellow, yellow, and purple—rose beneath his feet. The phantom of the Evil Eye White Tiger faintly emerged behind him, and he released his full pressure as a Soul Master without reservation, attempting to suppress the other side with his strength.

"This is the world of Soul Masters! Strength is the only truth!"

"Today, if you don't give my partner a satisfactory explanation, don't think about leaving this place easily!"

"Ha! What big talk!"

Not only was Ning Rongrong not intimidated, but she was actually so angry she laughed out loud. She puffed out her small chest and said, word for word:

"Don't talk about you; even if His Majesty the King of the Bala Kingdom were here in person, he wouldn't dare speak to this young lady like that!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was shocked!

The onlookers exchanged glances and began to whisper among themselves.

"Even the King of the Bala Kingdom wouldn't dare speak to her like that? What kind of background does this young girl have?"

"She must be bluffing, right? She's not very old, but her tone is certainly big!"

"Look at her temperament and her clothes, plus that Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda... maybe she really does have some background..."

Dai Mubai felt a chill in his heart, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. He forced himself to maintain his momentum, acting tough while feeling weak inside:

"Aren't you just a disciple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Others might fear your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but I, Dai Mubai, do not!"

"Now, apologize immediately and compensate my partner for his losses, and I might consider letting you off the hook!"

Despite his words, the subtle retreat in his tone was already obvious.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was one of the Upper Three Sects, wealthy enough to rival a nation, with allies all over the world; they were truly not people he could provoke lightly.

"Why should we apologize!" Ning Rongrong refused to yield an inch, her voice crisp and loud, carrying throughout the entire hall. "It was your companion who harassed and provoked us first! We were only defending ourselves!"

"According to your logic, does it mean that as long as one's fist is big, one can turn black into white and do whatever they want?!"

"That's right!"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Dai Mubai's eyes. He blurted it out without a second thought, bringing out the twisted "logic of the strong" that Shrek lived by.

"Just because I am stronger than you! According to the rules of the Soul Master world..."

"Oh? The rules of the Soul Master world?"

A crisp yet somewhat cold voice drifted over from the direction of the second-floor staircase.

Everyone turned to look, only to see a dainty, pretty girl in a pink and white dress walking down the stairs step by step.

Her features were exquisite and adorable, but her face was currently devoid of expression. Her gaze swept over Dai Mubai and the others with indifference as she said coldly:

"According to the rules of the Spirit Master world, if we are stronger than you, does that mean we can make you kneel, kowtow to admit your mistakes, and leave you to be dealt with as we please?"

Xiao Wu?! The moment he saw that pink figure, Tang San's heart gave a violent jolt, and he cursed silently!

Xiao Wu was the personal maid of that bastard Zhao Linchuan!

If she was here, then... wouldn't that terrifying Zhao Linchuan also be nearby?!

Subconsciously, he wanted to grab Dai Mubai to warn him to be careful.

However, Dai Mubai was already in a fit of rage, having been repeatedly talked back to by Ning Rongrong. Seeing a girl who looked even younger and seemingly easier to push around daring to interrupt, he immediately vented his anger on her.

He looked Xiao Wu up and down and said contemptuously:

"Just you? A wet-behind-the-ears little girl dares to spout such nonsense here?"

"Little girl?!" Hearing those words, Xiao Wu's eyes turned cold in an instant.

It was one thing for her young master to tease her occasionally, but for some unknown brat to call her that?

Her eyes sharpened, a layer of pink spirit power flared around her body, and her figure instantly blurred!

The next instant—

Xiao Wu's figure appeared out of thin air like mist, just a foot in front of Dai Mubai!

The distance was so close that Dai Mubai could even smell the faint, sweet scent of the girl!

"What?!" Dai Mubai was shocked, her speed was simply hair-raising!

He instinctively tried to activate his White Tiger Protection Barrier while throwing a punch in retaliation.

But, it was too late!