You Hit My Son, You Can't Hit Me Anymore!

"Ah--!"

Terrified, Xue Beng avalanche let out a piercing scream, its legs buckled, and it collapsed to the ground.

He kicked backward on the ground with both his hands and feet, his face filled with nothing but endless fear.

"You... you don't come any closer!"

However, what awaited him was Xue Qinghe's clenched fist, gleaming with a dangerous light.

And on the other side, there's Bibi Dong's shrewd fist, which also contains the Pope's wrath!

Mother-daughter doubles, let's begin!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Aww! Father, help me! Aww!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, instantly echoed throughout the entire Maple Dye Pavilion.

Those present could hardly bear to watch this scene.

That's terrible.

That's really tragic.

On the other side, Xue Ye panicked upon seeing this scene. He abruptly put down his chopsticks, ignoring the grease on his lips, and shouted at Qian Renxue.

"Crown Prince! Bah! Your Majesty the Holy Maiden!"

"For the sake of... for the sake of your brotherhood, let's... let him off this time!"

Unfortunately, Qian Renxue wouldn't pay him any attention.

As she punched him, she turned her head and pointed at Xue Ye's nose, yelling, "Shut up! Old Deng! Or I'll beat you up too!"

Seeing that he couldn't persuade Qian Renxue, Xue Ye turned his pleading gaze to the purple-haired "girl" who looked younger and easier to talk to.

He felt that younger girls were always more soft-hearted.

"This young lady..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ning Fengzhi grabbed him tightly from beside him.

Ning Fengzhi's face was filled with terror. He leaned close to his ear and whispered in a furtive voice, "Your Majesty! You mustn't! You mustn't!"

"You might find it hard to believe... but that person is actually the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Her Bibi Dong!"

"???"

Xue Ye's mind went blank with a "buzz".

You... who did you say that was?

Bibi Dong?!

When the Xue Ye looked around blankly, he first glanced at "Bibi Dong," who was leaning back in a chair in the corner, her eyes closed, lost in thought.

When he stiffly turned his head again, he met the gaze of "Bibi Dong, the girl who had sent Xue Beng flying half a meter into the air with an uppercut."

He was being stared at by those amethyst eyes filled with violence and murderous intent.

Xue Ye felt a chill run from his tailbone straight up to the top of his head, and the hairs on the back of his body stood on end!

At this moment, Xue Ye clearly understood a fact.

Even if this isn't Bibi Dong, she's still an absolutely terrifying existence that he can't afford to offend in his lifetime!

Faced with Bibi Dong's icy gaze, his survival instincts kicked in instantly. He forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace and whispered in an almost fawning tone.

"You... you hit my son, but... you can't hit me anymore!"

After saying that, as if afraid the other party would change their mind, he forcibly looked away, shrank back to his seat in a flash, picked up his chopsticks, buried his head deeply, and frantically shoveled at the food on the table.

These words were spoken.

Throughout the hotel, everyone's gaze towards Xue Ye became subtly ambiguous.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's lips twitched, and he muttered under his breath, "This is the ruler of a country?"

The Demon Bear Douluo added in a gruff voice, "The son is beaten, and the father doesn't even dare to fart."

Even the usually gentle Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.

Dai Tianfeng sat not far away, a gloating smile on his face.

Xue Ye, oh Xue Ye, aren't you so capable?

Why are you so cowardly now?

This is utterly disgraceful to an emperor!

Xue Ye felt the undisguised contemptuous gazes around him, and his face burned with embarrassment. He wished he could disappear into the ground.

But he could only grit his teeth, bury his head even lower, frantically shovel food into his bowl, and pretend he hadn't heard anything.

This beating, filled with "motherly love," lasted a full five minutes.

Fortunately Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue remembered Lin Feng's rules and did not use any Soul Power. They simply used their fists and feet to give him a profound lesson in physics.

As the mother and daughter clapped their hands, looking refreshed, they returned to their seats and continued enjoying their meal.

On the ground, there was already an "Xue Beng"—a man with a bruised and swollen face, his head swollen like a pig's head.

Looking at the swollen pig's head on the ground, so swollen that even its own mother could hardly recognize it, Xue Ye felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

He stepped forward, trembling, and carefully helped Xue Beng up, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a piece of porcelain that would break at the slightest touch.

After all, he was the only remaining heir of the Xue Family.

If he were to be truly rendered mentally impaired, his Heaven Dou Imperial Family!

"My son... how... how are you feeling?" Xue Ye's voice was choked with sobs.

However, before the Xue Beng could even make a sound...

A gloating, smug voice drifted over from the side.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Brother Xue."

Dai Tianfeng, with his hands behind his back, strolled over leisurely, marveling at the Xue Beng.

"I think you, prince, are no less adept at courting death than my rebellious son!"

"They even dared to flirt with His Holiness the Pope and His Saintess Hall in public. What audacity, what guts!"

Dai Tianfeng gave Xue Ye a thumbs-up, his smile as sincere as could be.

"The future is promising, the future is truly promising!"

Looking at Xue Ye's face, which had instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, he felt that his heart, which had been betrayed by Demon Bear Douluo and riddled with holes by that old bastard Xue Ye, was completely healed at this moment.

They even felt quite pleased with themselves!

Serves you right for mocking me earlier!

Now it's your son's turn to embarrass himself!

Dai Tianfeng, having achieved his goal, was too lazy to look at that old face that was practically fuming with anger. He turned around and respectfully cupped his hands towards Lin Feng behind the counter.

"Senior, I... cough cough! I have finished my meal and request to participate in the lottery!"

All eyes in the restaurant instantly turned to him.

Everyone wanted to see what kind of weapon the Star Luo Emperor, who had just suffered a great humiliation, could pull out.

Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids; his fingertip lightly tapped the smooth tabletop.

A golden light, swift as a shooting star, silently entered Dai Tianfeng's brow.

"Your reward: a slight increase in Soul Power."

Lin Feng's calm voice rang out in the restaurant.

Soul Power slightly increased?

Upon hearing this reward, many people showed expressions of disappointment.

This is the most ordinary and common reward; there's nothing special about it.

Dai Tianfeng himself was slightly taken aback, a hint of disappointment flashing through his mind.

However, the next second, he realized something was wrong!

The Soul Power within his body was like a pot of oil with sparks thrown in, instantly boiling and going berserk!

A familiar yet longed-for feeling of a barrier shattering suddenly swept over us!

Dai Tianfeng's expression changed drastically!

Without a second thought, he immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and frantically circulated the Soul Power within his body, guiding that newly generated, violent power to break through the final barrier!

Boom--!

A terrifying aura, far surpassing that of ordinary Soul Douluo, erupted from him!

It's a breakthrough!

The Star Luo Emperor, who had been struggling at the peak of the 89th level Soul Douluo for many years, finally broke free of his shackles at this moment!

He's reached Level 90!

With just one more Soul Ring to go, he will be able to officially step into the realm that countless Soul Master dream of—the Title Douluo!