Yu Xiaogang, You're Courting Death

Guang Ling and Xiao Mo had done something bad, and neither of them dared return to Spirit City, afraid they would be held accountable.

So Xiao Mo suggested they go find his mother, and Guang Ling readily agreed. The two hit it off immediately and prepared to head for the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.

They did not go there directly. Instead, they played as they traveled, only arriving in Heaven Dou City a day later.

The moment they entered the city, Xiao Mo's stomach began to growl, making Guang Ling smile helplessly.

His little treasure was perfect in every way except that he could eat far too much. Still, Guang Ling did not mind. It was not as if he could not afford to feed him.

"Xiao Mo, shall Grandpa go buy you some flatbread? Wait obediently on that bench over there, all right?"

Xiao Mo looked in the direction Guang Ling pointed and saw a bench standing beside the street.

Xiao Mo rubbed his stomach embarrassedly and gave Guang Ling an innocent smile.

"Then Fifth Grandpa, hurry up. I'm really a little hungry. If I wait too long, I'll cry!"

Guang Ling nodded without another word, immediately spreading his Ice Wings and flying off to look for a flatbread stall.

Xiao Mo sat on the bench and took out an angel doll from the soul tool Qian Daoliu had given him to play with.

Xiao Mo loved this doll dearly. Qian Daoliu had made it himself, and Xiao Mo treasured it greatly.

In the distance, a pair of eyes stared intently at Xiao Mo as he played with the angel doll.

Xiao Mo seemed to notice the gaze as well. He looked up and saw a middle-aged man staring fixedly at him.

The man had a crew cut and an average, slightly thin build. He looked to be in his forties or fifties, with an ordinary appearance.

His hands were clasped behind his back, and he carried a peculiar air about him. His half-lidded eyes seemed lazy and dispirited, while his wide mouth, thick lips, and stiff facial muscles made him look rather unpleasant.

The moment Xiao Mo saw him, he instinctively felt that he was not a good person. Besides, he was rather ugly.

Having grown accustomed to handsome men and beautiful women, Xiao Mo tightened his grip on the doll and frowned slightly, wanting to get up and leave.

But remembering his promise to Guang Ling, he sat back down. He could only pray that this ugly uncle would leave quickly.

The more he feared it, the more it came true. The man approached with his hands behind his back and an arrogant expression, stopping in front of Xiao Mo.

He looked at Xiao Mo with a scrutinizing gaze, as though he saw the shadow of an old acquaintance in this child.

"Little friend, don't be afraid. I'm not a bad person."

His voice was somewhat hoarse, making Xiao Mo feel deeply uncomfortable.

"What bad person says he's a bad person? Hurry up and go away, or I'll shout that you're kidnapping children!"

Yu Xiaogang looked at Xiao Mo, his gaze turning sharp. He was a renowned master of martial soul theory.

Moreover, he had recently obtained an immortal herb brought by his good disciple and had already broken through to Rank 29. It was no longer impossible for him to become a Title Douluo in the future.

"I am Yu Xiaogang, Master Yu, the author of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Souls. How could I possibly kidnap children?"

Yu Xiaogang practically roared those words, completely disregarding the fact that the other party was only a four-year-old child.

Xiao Mo shrank back slightly. He did not understand why this strange uncle was shouting at him, and even began to stammer.

"Th-then... what do you want with me? Why are you looking at me with those strange eyes?"

Yu Xiaogang calmed himself and questioned Xiao Mo in an interrogative tone.

"Where are you from? What is your name? Who are your parents? What are your parents' martial souls? Tell me!"

Xiao Mo had always been doted on. He had never encountered anyone who spoke like this, and immediately burst into loud tears.

"Waaah! Fifth Grandpa, someone's bullying me!"

Yu Xiaogang looked at the crying Xiao Mo, his eyes filled with disdain. Crying whenever something happened—he was utterly inferior to his own disciple, Tang San.

From beginning to end, Yu Xiaogang had never treated Xiao Mo as a four-year-old child. He kept repeating his questions and even began threatening him.

"If you keep crying, I'll beat you to death. Believe me?"

To Yu Xiaogang, ordinary people without martial souls were like weeds by the roadside, free for him to trample as he pleased.

Hearing that, Xiao Mo cried even louder, drawing the surrounding crowd to stop and watch.

When they saw a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties threatening a child, everyone looked at him with contempt.

Yet Yu Xiaogang did not care about their gazes at all. As he saw it, ordinary people without martial souls were worlds apart from him.

But Xiao Mo's crying also irritated Yu Xiaogang. He raised his hand, intending to slap Xiao Mo and make him stop.

Before he could bring it down, however, he felt a tremendous force strike his kidney.

The force sent his body flying uncontrollably, and he only stopped after becoming embedded in a wall.

After kicking Yu Xiaogang away, Guang Ling immediately checked Xiao Mo over. Only after confirming that he was unharmed did he breathe a sigh of relief.

If Xiao Mo had been injured while following him, not only would the other great offerings never forgive him, but he would never forgive himself either.

The moment he saw Guang Ling return, Xiao Mo threw his arms around his neck and began crying loudly, complaining about Yu Xiaogang's threats.

Guang Ling's fury surged straight to his head, and the sight of Yu Xiaogang embedded in the wall only made him angrier.

Inside the wall, Yu Xiaogang felt as though every bone in his body had shattered. Endless pain engulfed him, making him howl uncontrollably.

After soothing Xiao Mo, Guang Ling flashed to Yu Xiaogang's side, dug him out, and hurled him onto the ground.

Looking at Yu Xiaogang lying there like a dead dog, Guang Ling planted a foot on his head. His voice was utterly cold, like the bitter chill of midwinter.

"You dared threaten my little treasure. Today, you'll die here!"

As he spoke, Guang Ling was about to crush Yu Xiaogang's head beneath his foot, only to be interrupted by an angry roar from afar.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Red Dragon True Body! Sixth Soul Skill, Explosive Fire Dragon Rush! Beast, let go of Xiaogang!"

Guang Ling kept his foot on Yu Xiaogang's head and turned to look. He saw a fiery red dragon phantom, with a woman inside it charging at him at high speed, flames gathered around her fist.

Guang Ling merely gave her a cold glance, and his ice-sealed eye slowly opened.

Liu Erlong, who was charging forward, suddenly felt the surrounding temperature plummet. Even the flames she had condensed wavered on the verge of extinguishing.

"Courting death!"

Blue light flashed in Guang Ling's hand, and a great bow radiating both light and icy cold appeared in his grasp.

Along with it came nine Spirit Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—as the aura of a Title Douluo was displayed without reservation.

Guang Ling used one foot to pin Yu Xiaogang down as a support, placed his other foot against the bow, then condensed an arrow and fired it at Liu Erlong.

At that moment, Liu Erlong's entire body was frozen in ice, leaving her completely unable to move. Just as the arrow was about to strike her, it was caught by a pair of eagle claws.

Flander arrived with the Shrek Seven Monsters. Seeing Liu Erlong in danger, he immediately activated his Martial Soul True Body and rushed over.

Feeling the power contained in the arrow, Flander forcibly changed its direction. However, he was dragged along by the arrow and slammed viciously into the ground, becoming a roadside dog