A Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster Teases a Soul Emperor, You're Awesome!

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai let out a low shout, but Ma Hongjun turned a deaf ear.

"Damn it!"

Watching Ma Hongjun ignore him, Dai Mubai cursed.

He stood where he was, a flicker of intense struggle flashing through his evil eyes.

But that idiot Ma Hongjun had already given chase.

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and finally took a step forward.

Although the figure ahead looked somewhat familiar, Dai Mubai refused to believe it.

At a time of such tension, with two hundred thousand troops from both nations stationed along the border, there was no way the Star Luo Crown Prince, Dai Mobai, would dare to swagger through the Heaven Dou Empire.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Meanwhile, Li Yue tilted her head slightly, intending to say something to Dai Mobai.

Her thin lips parted, but before she could speak, a black shadow flashed in her peripheral vision. It cut across at incredible speed, blocking her path.

Almost at the same instant, a subtle disturbance rippled through the bustling crowd on the street.

A peddler carrying a load set down his shoulder pole, his hand reaching inside the basket.

A mercenary squatting by the roadside eating a sesame cake looked up, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists.

Over eighty people stopped in their tracks at that very moment, their gazes like eighty invisible arrows, all locked onto the fat figure blocking Li Yue.

The air in the entire block solidified in an instant, like a bowstring pulled to its limit, ready to loose a lethal arrow at the slightest release.

Dai Mobai waved his hand nonchalantly.

Seeing this gesture, the elites of the Breaking Clan hidden in the crowd simultaneously withdrew their killing intent.

The eighty-plus individuals melted back into the flow of people; the entire process took only a single breath, so fast it was as if nothing had happened at all.

Ma Hongjun was completely oblivious.

His gaze was entirely fixed on Li Yue's delicate, translucent face, which was as fresh as a lychee, his narrow, fleshy eyes filled with undisguised amazement and greed.

Though he was not old, he could be considered to have seen countless women.

Yet compared to the one before him, all the women he had encountered were nothing more than barnyard hens.

Li Yue's appearance, her figure, and that cold, frosty temperament were the finest he had ever seen.

Completely captivated by Li Yue, he had no idea he had just walked through the gates of hell.

Had Dai Mobai's gesture come half a second later, he would have been riddled with over eighty spears by now.

However, Dai Mubai, who was chasing from behind, sensed something amiss.

The aura just now had been as sharp as a spear and as cold as iron, carrying a murderous intent that made one's hair stand on end.

But the moment he instinctively channeled his Soul Power to defend, that presence suddenly vanished, disappearing without a trace.

It was so fast that Dai Mubai thought he had merely misperceived it.

He shook his head, suppressed the unease, and quickened his pace to catch up.

"Beautiful lady, I am Ma Hongjun."

Ma Hongjun blocked Li Yue's path, pressed a fat palm to his chest, and bowed, thinking himself quite dashing.

He wore what he believed to be a proper smile.

Little did he know that his face, layered with rolls of fat, had nothing to do with being "proper."

The smile did not add a shred of charm; instead, it distorted the fat on his face.

The flesh on his cheeks bunched up, squeezing his eyes into two deep, greasy slits—no matter how one looked at it, he appeared utterly lecherous.

"Might I ask for the lady's fair name?"

Ma Hongjun remained entirely unaware, his gaze glued to Li Yue, scanning her from top to bottom and back again, finally locking onto her frosty, cold face, unable to look away.

He didn't even notice Dai Mobai standing beside her, nor did he notice the meaningful smile on Dai Mobai's lips.

Li Yue's hand instinctively dropped to her waist.

Her expression turned cold, the temperature in her eyes dropping to freezing in an instant.

She had been by Dai Mobai's side for years, and apart from him, no man had ever dared to look at her with such eyes.

But just as her fingers touched the hilt of the soft sword at her waist, ready to draw it, a flicker of hesitation crossed her eyes.

No, the Prince's goal for this trip is Suotuo City. If I strike now, it will inevitably cause a scene.

If I draw the attention of the city guards and expose the Prince's whereabouts, ruining his long-planned scheme, the loss would far outweigh the gain.

Thinking this, Li Yue's slender hand slowly moved away from her waist.

She gritted her teeth in secret, deciding to swallow her anger for now.

He was just a lecher; he wasn't worth ruining the Prince's grand plan over.

However, the moment her palm left the hilt of her sword, Dai Mobai's voice fell into her ears.

"Slap him."

Li Yue whipped her head around to look at Dai Mobai.

Dai Mobai did not look at her; his gaze remained fixed ahead, and the smile on his lips did not even waver.

Having received Dai Mobai's order, the hesitation on Li Yue's face vanished in an instant, replaced by resolve.

She raised her hand again, fingers splayed and palm taut, aiming to strike Ma Hongjun's chubby face, which was still wearing a self-satisfied, dashing smile.

But just as her palm was about to swing out, she caught sight of the layers upon layers of fat on Ma Hongjun's face.

A flash of undisguised disgust flickered in Li Yue's pupils.

Her raised hand dropped once more.

She gripped the hilt of the soft sword at her waist.

With a crisp "clink," the soft sword, which served as a belt, sliced through the air, its blade instantly straightening as it was infused with Soul Power.

A biting, cold light rippled across the edge, exploding under the midday sun with a blinding glare.

It illuminated Ma Hongjun's eyes, which were still leering at her through slits of fat.

Ma Hongjun's pupils contracted sharply.

Before he could react, the soft sword, stiffened by Soul Power, lashed fiercely across his face.

"Smack—"

A crisp, loud sound erupted, like someone slamming a wet rag onto a slab of bluestone.

The fat on Ma Hongjun's face trembled violently under the impact, sending visible ripples of flesh rolling outward.

His round body was lifted off the ground, sent tumbling sideways like a kicked ball.

He crashed through several stalls before finally coming to a stop in front of the stone lion at the entrance of a nearby hotel.

The force Li Yue had used was not insignificant.

Although she had not used any Soul Skills, the sheer physical strength of a Soul Emperor combined with the resilience of the soft sword was enough to knock a grown man unconscious on the spot.

However, there was simply too much fat on Ma Hongjun's face; the layers of adipose tissue acted like a natural suit of armor, absorbing much of the impact for her.

This strike, which should have knocked him senseless, had only left one side of his cheek swollen high.

The red, swollen skin was stretched taut and shiny, looking like half a ripe persimmon pressed against his face.

He struggled to crawl up from the wreckage, a rotten vegetable leaf perched on his head and a scrap of floral cloth draped over his shoulder, spitting out the dirt that had splashed into his mouth.

The lecherous look in his slit-like eyes was gone, replaced by a fire of indignation and rage at being humiliated in public.