Poisoned from Eating Boiled Blackback Flood Dragon

Outside the crowd, an angry feminine shout suddenly rang out, followed by the eruption of an aura belonging to a Soul King. Everyone was startled stiff.

Who had the nerve to do something like this!?

Who would come out to play the hero at a time like this?

The onlookers turned toward the source of the voice and instinctively made way.

Even Xue Ling shuddered, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the newcomer.

It was a tall woman striding forward.

The moment they saw her appearance clearly, quite a few people sucked in a sharp breath.

She looked to be in her early thirties, tall and voluptuous, with fair, radiant skin and striking features. A dark purple brocade robe threaded with gold outlined her full, fiery curves.

The robe bulged enticingly and swayed faintly as she walked, while her two straight, snow-white legs flickered in and out of view through the slit in its hem.

Pinned to her left breast was a Spirit Hall insignia, set with a small piece of purple crystal that gleamed brilliantly and looked exceptionally extraordinary.

The passersby filling the street could not help looking at her twice, but the pressure of a level fifty-two Soul King kept them from entertaining any improper thoughts. They hurriedly lowered their heads.

Still, hushed discussions began buzzing like mosquitoes.

"Who is that? Some important figure from the Upper Three Sects? She's got some nerve, stopping His Highness Xue Ling!"

"Are you seriously an idiot? You don't even know Hall Master Su? She's the master of our Abyssal City Spirit Sub-Hall!"

"She's a Spirit Hall master? Her?"

"What do you mean, 'her'? Hey, how did someone whose Martial Soul awakened as useless Blue Silver Grass dare talk about a level fifty-two Soul King like that?"

"A Soul King... no wonder. But that's Young Lord Xue Ling of the Prince's Estate. So what if she's a Soul King? Does she dare oppose the Prince's Estate?"

"I think you're the real idiot... Get this straight. She isn't an ordinary Soul King—she's a Soul King from Spirit Hall! The important part is Spirit Hall! Do you understand the weight those three words carry!?"

"...That's true. In Abyssal City, if anyone dared oppose His Highness the young lord, it would probably only be Spirit Hall. Even people from the other Upper Three Sects wouldn't dare do this."

"I think you really want to die. Hey, brother over there, you're from the Clear Sky Sect, right? This guy says everyone in your Clear Sky Sect is trash!"

"???? Fuck your mother!"

"..."

For a time, the crowd chattered endlessly, whispers rising and falling without pause.

But the beautiful woman paid them no heed.

Her pretty face was frosty, and she carried an imposing authority even without anger. She walked straight up to Xue Ling and stopped firmly before him, subtly shielding Xie Yue and Hu Liena behind her.

"I was wondering who it was. So Hall Master Su has arrived."

Xue Ling's gaze darkened, and he revealed a sinister smile. "What, I'm catching two little Haozi, and that concerns you too?"

"Your Highness."

Hall Master Su glanced at Xie Yue, who was badly injured, vomiting blood, and unconscious, then at Hu Liena, who was crying her heart out. Her brows knit tightly, and her expression was full of pity.

"May I ask how these two children offended you, that you needed to make such a spectacle of this?"

"Heh, they stole something from me."

"What did they steal?"

Xue Ling choked.

How could he say? It had only been an excuse he made up on the spot.

Seeing the faintly mocking looks on the faces of the surrounding crowd, Xue Ling's expression sank and his tone turned hostile.

"What did they steal? Do I need to report that to you?"

"Of course not."

Hall Master Su's tone was cold. "But bullying two children like this violates both heaven's will and human decency. If word gets out, it may damage Snow Prince's reputation."

"Heh, whether it damages his reputation isn't for you to decide. Should I just let them steal my things? Must good people be bullied?"

"So you mean these two pitiful children could casually enter the heavily guarded Prince's Estate and steal something from you, Your Highness? Don't you think... that excuse is far too clumsy?"

Hall Master Su's expression was mocking. "You can fool others, but don't fool yourself too."

"Hahahaha..." The bystanders immediately erupted into subdued laughter.

"..."

Xue Ling was so furious that the corners of his eyes twitched.

He looked Hall Master Su up and down, then suddenly put on an arrogant expression and sneered.

"What, Hall Master Su is determined to be an old dog today... sticking her nose into other people's business? Does your Spirit Hall... really want to start a war with my Prince's Estate?!"

Hall Master Su shook her head and snorted. "Spirit Hall has no intention of opposing the Prince's Estate. And forgive my bluntness, I can represent Spirit Hall, but Your Highness, it seems you are not qualified to represent the Prince's Estate."

"You!!!"

Xue Ling ground his teeth until they cracked.

Especially with the onlookers' mocking laughter still ringing in his ears, he was on the verge of exploding with rage.

If not for the fact that she was from Spirit Hall, had it been anyone else, he would have dragged her into a cellar long ago, locked her up, and tortured her mercilessly.

He stared at Hall Master Su for a long while.

Then Xue Ling suddenly smiled. The smile was sinister, and combined with his sunken eyes and corpse-like face, it was indescribably chilling even in broad daylight.

"Move aside!"

"I can still treat your words as bullshit and choose not to hold it against you!!"

"Get out of my way!!!"

Hall Master Su ignored him completely. Her body remained unmoving, standing between Xue Ling and Xie Yue.

It was as though, unless he let them go today, he would not be leaving through those gates.

"Good, good, good! Hall Master Su, you've got backbone!"

Xue Ling clapped his hands. "Since that's the case, excuse me."

He tilted his head toward a tall guard standing silently at his side with his hands lowered and said coldly.

"Go. Ask Hall Master Su to make way. Doesn't she know that a good dog doesn't block the road?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

The guard answered and stepped forward.

The moment he moved, it was as though a towering mountain had come crashing down head-on.

A violent gust of wind suddenly rose, whipping Hall Master Su's dark purple robe into a loud flutter.

A wave of suppressed gasps also rose from the crowd, as though breathing itself had become extraordinarily difficult.

This man had been standing quietly beside Xue Ling's carriage the entire time, with such a faint presence that everyone had assumed he was an ordinary guard.

But as soon as he stepped out and released his aura, Hall Master Su's beautiful face changed slightly.

"A Soul Emperor!?" Her eyes narrowed, and her expression turned exceptionally grim.

"Correct!"

The tall guard snorted, and six Soul Rings slowly lit up beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

A standard configuration of two yellow, two purple, and two black.

The last two were both black Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings!

The instant they saw this, the surrounding crowd fell deathly silent.

"Ten... Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings..."

"A... a Soul Emperor! That guy looked so ordinary, but he's actually a Soul Emperor!"

"This is bad... Hall Master Su is only a Soul King... How can she fight him..."

"Hall Master Su, you should leave... It's not worth it for two children..."

"Fight, fight! I want to see someone fight above her level! Hall Master Su, kill him!"

"A Soul King killing a Soul Emperor??? Did you get poisoned from eating boiled Blackback Flood Dragon???"

"..."

People watching a show never thought things could get too lively.

One by one, they sensibly retreated to the other side of the street and watched from afar.

They were only waiting to make sure that, once the fight began, they would not get caught in it.

Chu Zisheng had also taken a seat in a teahouse, watching the scene with great interest.

Hall Master Su remained where she was, still unmoving.

Looking at the tall guard with his Soul Rings lit, she took a deep breath. Her face returned to calm, revealing no emotion, but deep in her eyes was immense gravity.

She was only a level fifty-two Soul King. Trying to defeat a Soul Emperor by crossing ten levels could not quite be called certain defeat—she simply had no chance of winning.