Xiao Wu's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Identity Exposed, Ning Rongrong Temporarily Joins the Team!

Sword Douluo and Tuoba Xuanfeng had never imagined even in their dreams.

That the mysterious woman before them was actually a Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?!

Their minds raced as they went through every person they had ever heard of, even those they knew personally.

Yet no one matched the person standing before them.

Xiao Wu stared from behind them, dumbfounded.

She watched helplessly as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring rose from Sister Lan Yin's feet.

In her terror, she unconsciously swallowed.

She gulped down the chicken leg meat before she had even chewed it.

The next second, Xiao Wu's eyes rolled back as she frantically pounded her chest with her little hands.

Fortunately, Tang Chuan was standing beside her to help.

Otherwise, the little girl would have nearly become the first Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in Douluo Continent's history to choke to death while eating.

The atmosphere at the scene was incomparably heavy.

Tuoba Xuanfeng took a deep breath.

Forcing out a faint smile, he cupped his hands toward Lan Yin.

"I am Tuoba Xuanfeng, a Judgment Elder of Spirit Hall. I did not know Your Excellency was dining here earlier and have caused offense. I hope Your Excellency will not take it to heart."

He openly revealed his identity, attempting to use Spirit Hall's backing as a warning.

This method had always worked in the past.

Even figures as arrogant and unruly as Poison Douluo Dugu Bo rarely chose to oppose Spirit Hall.

But today, he had clearly used it on the wrong person.

"I don't care who you are." Lan Yin's face was cold as she pointed at the dishes scattered across the floor. "You wrecked my place, so you have to give me an explanation."

Tuoba Xuanfeng's face immediately turned green.

I admit I was wrong, but didn't you just slap me? You still want me to pay?

"Does Your Excellency truly intend to offend Spirit Hall over such a trivial matter?" Tuoba Xuanfeng gritted his teeth and said viciously.

He had always been an arrogant tyrant who looked down on others, revered by countless people wherever he went.

When had he ever been treated like this?

What greeted him was Lan Yin's second slap.

This time, Lan Yin put nearly all her strength into it.

Tuoba Xuanfeng was slapped so hard that his teeth flew out, and he dropped to his knees in humiliation.

Anger and humiliation surged within him, and his neck gradually turned blood-red.

"This is your final warning."

"Will you pay or not?"

Lan Yin had also run out of patience. With a wave of her arm, tens of thousands of Blue Silver vines instantly surged up around them.

Every vine radiated an intense aura of danger, leaving the gathered experts trembling in fear.

Since when had Blue Silver Grass become such a dangerous martial soul?

Tuoba Xuanfeng's face reddened to the extreme.

Even the whites of his eyes were covered in spiderweb-like blood vessels.

Making his expression seem sinister and crazed.

He rose to his feet, glanced at Sword Douluo, then fixed his gaze on Lan Yin. Finally, like a beast driven completely mad with rage, he took a deep breath and roared ferociously—

"Fine, I'll pay!!!"

With that said.

He grabbed a pouch filled with Gold Soul Coins and threw it over.

"One thousand." Lan Yin weighed it in her hand, then turned to Tang Chuan.

Tang Chuan shook his head.

So Lan Yin looked at Tuoba Xuanfeng again.

That movement drew both men's attention.

They were clearly surprised that a Title Douluo would actually look to a six-year-old child for approval.

"Don't push your luck." Tuoba Xuanfeng nearly crushed his teeth from gritting them so hard, his face as black as if he had spent an entire night mining coal.

How much did you even eat in one meal?

Even if I bought every dish, it would only cost a few dozen Gold Soul Coins, right?

And one thousand still isn't enough?

Giving up entirely, he directly threw out ten thousand Gold Soul Coins from his storage ring.

This time, even Lan Yin felt that it was enough.

But Tang Chuan suddenly spoke somewhat embarrassedly. "Sister, I'm actually still lacking a storage Soul Tool..."

Lan Yin fell silent.

She looked at Tuoba Xuanfeng again.

"Too much, this is going too far." Tuoba Xuanfeng, a dignified Title Douluo, was so furious that he nearly could not stand steadily.

Just as Sword Douluo thought Tuoba Xuanfeng was about to explode and fight to the death.

Tuoba Xuanfeng suddenly steadied himself, smiling as he removed the valuables from his Soul Tool before tossing it to Lan Yin.

"Since this little brother likes it, I'll grant his wish. Consider it a gift between friends."

But inwardly, he thought, Take this storage Soul Tool as your parting gift.

Once I kill Sword Douluo tonight.

One day, I will gather Spirit Hall's elders and worshippers, mince you into a thousand pieces, and wipe out your entire clan to cleanse myself of every humiliation I suffered today.

The matter here was settled.

Lan Yin then looked at Sword Douluo and Ning Rongrong, whom he was protecting behind him.

Ning Rongrong had been secretly laughing at Tuoba Xuanfeng's misfortune just moments ago.

But when Lan Yin looked over, the smile instantly vanished from her face.

After all, she had seen very clearly just how fierce this older sister was.

"Big Brother, Big Sister, we don't have any money on us right now."

"But my father and Grandpa Bone have money. How about I become your hostage, and we go back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to get the money, okay?"

Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled as she spoke in an innocent tone.

Tang Chuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze flickering before he nodded in agreement.

"Rongrong, you mustn't."

Sword Douluo hurriedly tried to stop her. Naturally, he was unwilling to trust complete strangers. What if they killed their hostage?

Yet Ning Rongrong winked at him.

Sword Douluo fell silent, then transmitted his voice to her. "All right. Leave with them first. Give me the time it takes to burn one stick of incense. Once I settle things here, I'll come get you."

After settling the score, Lan Yin did not linger.

She left Nuoding City with Tang Chuan, Ning Rongrong, who kept looking back every few steps, and Xiao Wu, whose face was full of despair.

What came next was naturally an all-out battle between two Title Douluo.

And the outcome went without saying.

Tuoba Xuanfeng simply could not withstand Sword Douluo's full-power strike and was instantly killed.

Of course, even if he had somehow survived.

Lan Yin had already arranged thousands upon thousands of Blue Silver Grass around Nuoding City to keep watch.

As long as he left the city, Lan Yin could go over and finish him off at any time.

Since Ning Rongrong's face was far too dirty, Lan Yin first took her aside to wash it.

At that moment, Xiao Wu quietly moved closer.

"Brother Tang Chuan, are you going to bathe tonight?"

"I can scrub your back for you."

Xiao Wu put on a fawning smile as she looked at Tang Chuan.

Making the corners of Tang Chuan's mouth rise uncontrollably.

She had clearly guessed that her identity as a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast had been exposed. There was no way she could escape.

She could only humble herself and hope the two of them would spare her.

Tang Chuan stroked his chin. Rather than beating around the bush, he got straight to the point.

"Xiao Wu, you're a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, aren't you?"

Hearing Tang Chuan speak in such a certain tone.

The color drained from Xiao Wu's cheeks inch by inch. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed weakly onto the ground.

She knew.

She was completely finished.