Gu Yue: Scoundrel, let go!

Hearing that cool, ethereal voice, Zhuang Minghui's hands paused slightly.

He turned back toward the sound, and a beautiful, graceful figure entered his sight.

Standing behind him was a slim, elegant young girl. Her jet-black hair was tied into a high ponytail, the soft strands drifting beside her fair cheeks without any wind.

Her clear purple eyes held a trace of coldness that did not match her age, and at that moment, she was looking curiously at the stranger before her.

She wore a pale pink-and-white off-shoulder dress, with a light purple wide sash cinched tightly around her waist, outlining her extremely slender yet supple figure. Below it, the soft pink hem of her skirt floated slightly.

Their eyes met. In that instant, space seemed to grow delicate, and the two of them simply stared at each other at the entrance of Dorm Room 391.

The students passing by all slowed their steps when they noticed the scene.

"Why is there a girl at the entrance to the boys' dorm on the third floor?"

"No idea."

"Don't tell me that guy dumped her, and she came looking for him?"

"But judging from their reactions, it doesn't look like that."

"Stop staring at them. I heard someone started fighting. Hurry, let's go see."

"What? A fight on the first day of school? Are they trying to get themselves killed?"

The passersby who had still been watching Zhuang Minghui and Gu Yue immediately lit up when they heard someone was fighting in the freshman dormitory building. They hurried down the corridor toward the stairs, their heavy footsteps gradually fading into the distance.

Listening to the noisy discussions in the corridor, Zhuang Minghui frowned slightly and realized that tugging things out at the doorway was far too conspicuous.

So he simply reached out, clasped the girl's cold, soft wrist, and pulled her into the dorm room, then shut the door behind them with his other hand.

Gu Yue clearly had not expected him to act so suddenly. By the time she came back to her senses, Zhuang Minghui had already brought her into the small, tidy room.

The warm touch on her wrist instantly snapped Gu Yue back to reality. A wave of shame and anger at being offended by a human, along with instinctive vigilance, surged into her heart at once.

"Let go!"

Gu Yue gave a cold shout. With a flick of her wrist, a supple yet explosive jolting force directly shook off Zhuang Minghui's hand.

Immediately after, her figure drifted backward several steps like a leaf, cold light flickering in her clear purple eyes.

Yellow, purple, and purple soul rings appeared one after another beneath her feet.

The originally calm air inside the dormitory turned violent in an instant.

Gu Yue waved her slender hand, and cyan light flared. Countless wind blades frantically gathered in midair, transforming in a breath into a small cyan storm vortex one meter in diameter, spinning at high speed. Carrying a piercing howl, it swept violently toward Zhuang Minghui.

Facing this sudden, sharp attack, Zhuang Minghui's expression did not change. Instead, the corner of his mouth curved with interest.

With a thought, four soul rings instantly rose beneath his feet. Among them, the soul ring emitting strange vitality and spiritual fluctuations shone brightly, and the vast life force of Spirit Gold was mobilized at once.

"Third soul skill, Spirit Devouring Shield!"

As Zhuang Minghui gave a low shout, an almost tangible emerald-green light shield suddenly opened, protecting him without the slightest gap.

The cyan storm slammed fiercely into the emerald shield, producing a piercing screech of friction.

Yet shockingly, not only did the storm fail to shake the shield in the slightest, the soul power contained within it was being forcibly extracted at a visible speed by that emerald light, purified, and fed back into Zhuang Minghui's body.

"My turn."

Zhuang Minghui's gaze sharpened. His body abruptly lowered, both hands bracing against the floor in a crouching tiger stance, every muscle in his body tensing and gathering power in an instant.

"Baji Heaven, Second Form, Blade Rolling Clouds!"

He roared, and his entire body shot forward close to the ground like a beast breaking free from its cage, spinning violently as he charged out.

His legs turned into savage blades, carrying deep sonic booms as they tore through the air, cutting into the remaining storm in a diagonal spinning trajectory.

The speed and power of Blade Rolling Clouds far exceeded an ordinary straight-line attack. The rotating leg winds carried mountain-toppling force, directly shredding the residual wind elements to pieces before charging straight toward Gu Yue with an unstoppable, domineering momentum.

"What? That's impossible?!"

A look of unconcealable shock appeared on Gu Yue's frost-cold, beautiful face.

Her control over the wind element was almost instinctive. Although that strike just now had not used her full strength, an ordinary Soul Master at the same realm could never have withstood it, much less when the other party was a support-type Soul Master.

Even stranger was that the guy's emerald-green shield not only had astonishing defense, it had even forcibly extracted her soul power.

Purple light suddenly brightened in Gu Yue's eyes. The glow of the soul rings beneath her feet alternated, and the soul power within her instantly transformed into scorching fire element.

She was just about to raise her hand and condense a flaming shield to forcibly blast him back, but Zhuang Minghui was far too fast!

The diagonal spinning advance of Blade Rolling Clouds was like a storm-powered meat grinder flying close to the ground. In almost the blink of an eye, it had already broken through all the remaining elemental defenses around her.

Boom!

The violent gale abruptly froze when it was only an inch from Gu Yue's forehead.

Zhuang Minghui's body forcibly came to a halt in a posture filled with explosive power and control.

One of his hands was braced against the floor, while his long right leg, still wrapped in lingering force, had stopped steadily in front of Gu Yue's smooth, full forehead.

The domineering leg wind even blew the few loose strands of hair at her brow neatly backward, revealing her purple eyes, which were filled with astonishment and disbelief.

The air inside the dormitory seemed to fall into dead silence once more at that instant.

Gu Yue could even clearly feel the warmth and terrifying physical power radiating from that foot. If it moved even the slightest bit farther, she would definitely be heavily injured.

But what made her heart skip half a beat even more was Zhuang Minghui's posture at that moment.

Zhuang Minghui held that almost body-to-body prone position and slowly lifted his head.

Because they were so close, his handsome face, carrying a hint of careless roguishness, was almost pressed against Gu Yue's.

His deep eyes stared straight into Gu Yue's slightly flustered purple eyes, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly into a wicked smile.

"You're this pretty, yet your temper's like a tigress. The way I see it, in the whole outer court, I'm probably the only one who'd dare take you."

Zhuang Minghui teased softly, his warm breath falling unabashedly against Gu Yue's fair, slender neck, bringing a tingling itch.

"You!"

A flush instantly spread across Gu Yue's fair cheeks, whether from shame, anger, or something else entirely.

In all her long life, no one had ever dared treat her with such a frivolous yet utterly oppressive attitude.

"You lecher—get off me!"

Shame and anger surged together in Gu Yue. Amid her furious shout, her long, fair right leg turned into a sharp blur, sweeping viciously toward Zhuang Minghui's side with a gust of indignant force.

Yet Zhuang Minghui merely gave a teasing smile. His right hand reached forward with flawless precision, and unhurriedly clamped around Gu Yue's fair, delicate ankle.

"Let go!"