Zhao Wuji's Fury Shaves Him Bald; the Seven-Colored Light Sword Flashes

Zhao Wuji stood on the grass, his burly body like an iron tower.

He did not shrink back because of that sword strike.

Instead, he grinned, genuine fighting spirit blazing in his eyes.

It had been a long time since anyone had made him take things seriously.

Seven Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black.

The three Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings radiated a suffocating pressure.

Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul Possession.

His bones crackled explosively, his muscles swelled and knotted, and his body forcibly grew a full size larger.

A faint golden sheen surfaced over his skin, while bear claw phantoms flickered around his thick, massive palms.

"Kid, that sword strike just now was equivalent to the full-force attack of a level fifty-seven Soul King!

Not bad!"

He paused, his voice as deep as muffled thunder.

"But you can't beat me alone.

Only if all five of you work together at full strength will you have even the slightest chance."

Tang San sucked in a sharp breath!

A level fifty-seven Soul King?

Nearly thirty levels higher than him.

And the other party was about the same age as him.

He had been undefeated throughout Nuoding.

Yet here, a drunkard who could barely stand had stolen all the spotlight, leaving him deeply dejected.

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing.

She merely pushed out her already impressive chest slightly.

Her chin unconsciously lifted a little higher, and her lips pressed together faintly.

Fang Fan was a real man—

She did not say it aloud, but the fingers supporting him unconsciously tightened slightly.

Zhao Wuji had fought countless battles and did not continue attacking Fang Fan.

Prioritizing the support Soul Master was an ironclad rule.

He suddenly crouched down.

His enormous body unexpectedly leaped high into the air with agility utterly mismatched to his size.

He pounced toward Ning Rongrong at the left rear.

His massive hand opened like a hook, carrying a fierce gust as it grabbed for her shoulder.

Dai Mubai stood not far away with his arms folded, a maliciously gleeful grin on his face.

Teacher Zhao was serious now. That drunkard was in for it.

Just as Zhao Wuji's huge hand was about to seize Ning Rongrong,

the Seven-Colored Light Sword in Fang Fan's hand abruptly lengthened.

The blade shot out like a living creature, drawing a dazzling seven-colored arc through the air as it stabbed straight at Zhao Wuji.

It was so fast that it left behind only an afterimage. Wherever the sword tip passed, the air was ripped apart into white shockwaves.

With a boom,

the Immovable King Barrier was instantly pierced through. Zhao Wuji twisted sharply aside, and the light sword grazed past his chest.

More than a dozen wooden houses behind him were pierced through by the Seven-Colored Light Sword.

It entered through the front wall of the first house, pierced through layer after layer of wooden boards, and emerged through the rear wall of the last.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and a neat row of sword holes appeared in the walls.

Zhao Wuji narrowly avoided the thrust, but his pupils abruptly contracted again.

Fang Fan flicked his wrist, and the extended light sword swept sideways, slashing at his waist like a seven-colored whip.

The sword edge sliced through the middles of several wooden houses.

The houses creaked as they tilted and collapsed.

Carrying the momentum to sever everything, it slashed diagonally toward Zhao Wuji.

Soul Power surged wildly through Zhao Wuji's body. He violently struck the side of the sword radiance with both palms, using the recoil to plunge rapidly toward the ground.

With a clang,

the sword radiance grazed over Zhao Wuji's head.

Several strands of black hair drifted through the air before the sword energy shredded them into dust.

Ning Rongrong stood nearby, her mouth falling open in surprise at first.

Then she truly could not hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

A seventy-second-level Soul Sage, Zhao Wuji the Immovable King, had actually been shaved bald by a single sword strike.

The hair at the center of his scalp had been sliced away at the roots, exposing pale skin, leaving only a ring of hair around the edges in a perfect horseshoe pattern.

The smile on Dai Mubai's face had long since frozen, replaced by profound shock!

Today's sword strike was even more outrageous than yesterday's at the hotel. It had not only shaved Zhao Wuji bald, but also cleanly sliced more than a dozen wooden houses diagonally in half.

Tang San and Xiao Wu also scrambled aside in embarrassment as the sword radiance swept past their edges.

Tang San could clearly feel the razor-sharp sword energy brushing past his cheek.

Tang San steadied himself, his face livid, his voice suppressing his anger.

"How did you attack? You even slashed at us? If we hadn't dodged quickly, our heads would be gone!"

"Exactly!"

Xiao Wu climbed up from the ground and planted her hands on her hips indignantly.

"If that sword had been off by a few more inches, Third Brother's head would've been sliced off!

Do you even consider us teammates?"

Fang Fan tilted his head and gave them a hazy, drunken glance.

A barely perceptible smile hung at the corner of his lips, his voice hoarse and lazy.

He spoke lightly, as though stating the simplest fact in the world.

"The weak are worthy of being my teammates?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu's faces flushed red at the same time.

Xiao Wu stomped in fury, leaving several pits in the ground beneath her shoes.

Zhao Wuji stood amid the ruins, still unaware that he had less hair. He only felt a chill on the top of his head.

Ning Rongrong was laughing so hard that she doubled over.

Even Dai Mubai was looking at him strangely.

Zhao Wuji frowned and turned to look at the dozen or so wooden houses that had been sliced in half, his lips twitching painfully.

"You people really aren't united at all! Is that drunken kid demolishing houses?

Do you know how much it costs to repair these?"

"Who are you calling weak?!"

Xiao Wu completely blew up.

Tang San said nothing, but his gaze turned cold as the mechanism of his sleeve arrow clicked into his palm.

Fang Fan ignored them and suddenly moved.

With a flick of his sword fingers, the Seven-Colored Light Sword shot from his fingertips.

Fang Fan's body vanished along with it, as though he had merged into the light sword. With a flash of sword light, he crossed more than ten meters in an instant.

Dai Mubai's vision blurred, and the white-clad youth appeared in front of him out of thin air. That absurdly handsome face was right before him, his drunken eyes half-open, a cold smile on his lips.

Bang—

A kick slammed viciously into Dai Mubai's abdomen, instantly displacing his internal organs.

Dai Mubai bent over and spat out saliva mixed with stomach fluid.

The clothes on his back were torn apart by Soul Power.

His whole body flew backward like a cannonball.

He rolled more than ten meters across the ground, then slid several more, plowing a long furrow through the turf.

"Why the fuck did you hit me?"

Dai Mubai struggled to prop up his upper body and spat out a mouthful of blood, veins bulging across his forehead.

"I was standing here and did nothing. What right do you have?"

"Wasn't it you who wanted Zhao Wuji to teach me a lesson?"

Fang Fan cut him off, his voice suddenly becoming incomparably clear, devoid of even the slightest drunkenness.

He straightened his body, no longer the drunken man leaning crookedly against a girl.

He was now a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

His eyes were clear and sharp, the drunkenness in them gone.

In its place was a piercing radiance that saw through everything.

Dai Mubai felt a chill run through his heart beneath that gaze.

"Otherwise, why would he target me specifically?"

Fang Fan took a step forward, looking down at Dai Mubai sprawled on the ground. His tone was as casual as if he were chatting about household matters, yet every word pierced the heart.

"You... you're still a drunkard? How are you this sober?"

Dai Mubai's pupils shrank sharply.

Fang Fan gave him no chance at all. He raised his leg and kicked precisely into his side.

Dai Mubai was sent flying into the sky like a rag doll, his limbs flailing helplessly as a miserable scream escaped his mouth.

Fang Fan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached everyone present.

"You abandoned a fiancée who wanted to share hardships with you and fight by your side, then fled alone to Suotuo City to live freely.

I merely taught you a lesson, and you still have the nerve to want revenge?

Did a dog eat your heart?"

Dai Mubai fell from the sky.

Without even looking, Fang Fan kicked again.

Like kicking a football, he precisely struck Dai Mubai while he was still in midair, sending him flying even higher.

Fang Fan waved his right hand, and the Seven-Colored Light Sword abruptly lengthened,