Heavenly Rank Dou Skill: Ghost Possession!

"Hey, little sister, where are your family members?" The youth who had spoken first earlier crouched down beside the young girl with malicious intent.

If he could abduct this little girl without any effort, he didn't want to resort to violence in public; after all, there was still some risk involved.

Na'er didn't even lift her eyes, simply hugging her knees without saying a word.

The delinquent youth leaned in closer, and the others gathered around as well. "Little sister, are you hungry? Big brother will take you to eat something delicious."

Na'er hugged her knees tighter, shook her head vigorously, and still remained silent.

The youth signaled to his companions, who immediately understood and crowded together to block the view from the outside, while he reached out to grab the girl's arm.

"What are you doing?" Just then, a shout of anger, still carrying a hint of childishness, rang out.

The youth was startled and pulled back his outstretched hand.

He turned his head abruptly to look at Tang Wulin, who had suddenly spoken up.

"Where did this brat come from? Mind your own business and get lost!"

Looking at this little boy, who could even be called quite pretty, the several youths couldn't help but reveal deep feelings of shame and annoyance.

Being frightened by such a small child was undoubtedly an extremely humiliating matter for them.

Tang Wulin didn't look afraid at all; instead, he met the gaze and stared fixedly at the leading youth.

However, his tightly clenched fists betrayed the nervousness in his heart.

"Teacher, are you ready?" Tang Wulin asked in his mind.

After all, he was only a six-year-old child; how could he not be afraid of so many delinquent youths? This was only the result of him holding on through the bit of anger in his heart.

Long Yuan found it somewhat amusing, much like watching the children of relatives who tried to bolster their courage in the past.

[Almost there, almost there. It's my first time doing this, so I'm not skilled yet.]

While answering, Long Yuan used his divine sense to probe into Tang Wulin's spiritual sea and then sealed it.

Although he wasn't the Silver Dragon King and lacked such strong spiritual control, his divine sense was the real deal, and he only needed to rely on brute force to get the job done.

Sure enough, once the spiritual sea was sealed, Tang Wulin quickly lost control of his body, and Long Yuan promptly took over.

"Tang Wulin" opened his eyes and saw a foot constantly enlarging in his field of vision.

As it turned out, the thug standing closer had seen this brat daring to space out in front of him and immediately seized the opportunity to kick over.

Although he wasn't very accustomed to this body, relying on the strength of his divine sense, Long Yuan twisted his body and dodged it by a hair's breadth.

"Hey, you dare to dodge!"

Having missed the kick, the thug didn't understand why he had been dodged, but the next moment, he recklessly threw a punch at the boy's face.

If he couldn't even handle a small child, what face would he have left to hang around here?

"Too slow," Long Yuan muttered, avoiding the opponent's fist at an extreme angle while simultaneously chopping his palm into the opponent's joint.

"Ah!"

The thug cried out in pain, hurriedly pulling his hand back and retreating several steps.

"A pity," Long Yuan sighed inwardly.

Tang Wulin's physical fitness was still too poor; even after fusing with a bit of his energy essence, it was far from comparable to an adult's.

Thinking of this, Long Yuan's divine sense stirred, and he drew another portion of Golden Dragon King essence from the seal. This time, it wasn't for Tang Wulin's body to absorb, but to amplify his strength for a short time.

The Golden Dragon King was the craftiest; even though it was just raw strength, he insisted on calling it his ultimate move, the Dragon King Mountain Crushing Strike.

Long Yuan recalled the moves in his mind; more than half of them belonged to the category where the left fist dealt high damage, the right fist dealt high damage, basic attacks were equivalent to ultimate moves, and the names were just made up on the spot.

"As expected, I'm still better suited for the path of raw stats."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's attack together!"

The leading youth shouted, then charged at Long Yuan first.

He had also realized that this brat was wicked; he had to resolve the matter quickly, or else complications might arise.

"Oh? You didn't choose to run away upon seeing This Seat, but instead chose to charge at me?"

"Then..."

Long Yuan stepped forward with his left leg, pulled his right hand to his waist, gathered all the energy essence he could mobilize into his right fist, and then struck out violently.

"Dragon King Mountain Crushing Strike!"

"Roar—"

As Long Yuan swung his right fist, the youth who had just rushed in front of him seemed to see a massive dragon head on his right fist, and a domineering dragon roar faintly echoed in his ears.

The next moment, the petite fist landed on the youth's chest. Accompanied by the sound of jarring bone fractures, the man was sent flying backward as if hit by a large truck. He knocked into the other thugs, rolled on the ground like a ragdoll a few times, and then lay there completely motionless.

The two thugs still standing had never seen such a scene and were so frightened they didn't dare to move, standing there unable to advance or retreat.

"Hmm? You still dare to stand here?" Long Yuan retracted his fist and glanced at the two of them sideways.

The two thugs ran away in a hurry, not forgetting to join their companions who had just climbed up to carry their unconscious boss away before leaving.

As for whether the leading thug, who was already half-dead, would suffer any further issues after their rough handling, that was no longer Long Yuan's concern.

As for whether any problems might arise, Long Yuan was not worried in the least. They were just some small-time thugs; it hardly amounted to letting a tiger return to the mountains. If they went around telling people they had been beaten to the brink of death by a six-year-old child, they would likely only be met with looks reserved for idiots.

Furthermore, according to his divine sense, there were no soul-guide surveillance devices or the like here. After all, this was only a small town, and its public security was far inferior to a major city like East Sea City.

Clenching his fist and feeling the soreness radiating from his right arm, Long Yuan shook his head.

Is this all the energy essence I can withstand? It seems I need to put physical cultivation on the agenda as soon as possible, otherwise, how am I supposed to become a stat-monster?

Without dwelling on it further, Long Yuan stepped toward the source of the dispute.

Whether she had sensed something or was simply grateful that Long Yuan had driven away those ill-intentioned thugs, Na'er had raised her head at some point and was now staring at him fixedly.

Up close, those large purple eyes appeared even more beautiful, with a layer of mist seemingly shimmering over her pupils.

Was she crying?

Long Yuan was a bit bewildered. Why was she crying without a word?

"Don't cry. Those thugs have already been driven off by me. What's your name?"

Na'er blinked her large eyes, not answering his question, but instead muttering blankly, "So familiar..."