Bald Blond, Tang San's Sneak Attack Shattered by a Kick

The sword tip swept precisely over his head,

shearing off the tuft of blond hair at the roots,

revealing a patch of bare scalp that reflected a blinding glare beneath the sunlight.

"Ah! I'll kill you! I'll destroy you at any cost!"

Dai Mubai crashed heavily to the ground. Ignoring the pain wracking his body, he reached up to feel the top of his head. The moment his fingers touched smooth skin, he completely broke down.

The hair he had been most proud of had actually been shaved into a bald patch.

Zhao Wuji stared blankly at Dai Mubai's shiny bald head, then suddenly realized something and slowly raised a hand to touch his own head.

What met his fingertips was not the familiar coarse, stiff short hair,

but a smooth patch of scalp that had never been exposed to direct sunlight.

Cold, slick, and utterly barren,

with only a ring of hair around it, like a black fence surrounding a bald field.

"Fuck—"

Zhao Wuji's furious roar made the entire grassland tremble,

and even several leaves fell rustling from the old trees in the distance.

Ning Rongrong laughed so hard that she squatted on the ground, clutching her stomach. Pointing at the two gleaming bald heads, she laughed until tears streamed down her face.

Tang San's mouth twitched as he silently tucked the Sleeve Arrow back into his sleeve.

He suddenly felt that the current atmosphere did not seem particularly suitable for revenge.

The anger in Xiao Wu's heart also inexplicably faded by more than half after she saw the two bald heads.

Her large eyes darted back and forth between the two bald patches, unsure which one to laugh at first.

Zhu Zhuqing stood where she was, looking at Fang Fan's tall, straight back. The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and her usually cold eyes shone with astonishing brightness.

So he had been awake all along. He had pretended to be drunk outside the hotel just to see whether she would abandon him in a desperate situation?

And she had passed this silent test?

From the wilderness to Suotuo City, from the hotel to Shrek, she had supported him the entire way and had never left his side for even a step.

Dai Mubai and Zhao Wuji stood side by side, as though cherry blossom volcanoes behind them were erupting with nation-destroying magma.

Dai Mubai trembled all over. Veins bulged on his forehead, his bald scalp flushed bright red, and fury surged in his eyes. He wanted nothing more than to bite Fang Fan to death!

Zhao Wuji snorted out heavy breaths, his chest heaving violently. Grinding his teeth, he clenched his hands into fists, producing a series of bone-cracking "crack crack crack" sounds!

Humiliation!

Naked, utter humiliation!

The Immovable Bright King, who had dominated for decades! A level seventy-two Soul Sage!

Had been turned into a bald man by one sword from a drunkard barely thirteen or fourteen years old!

He had to make the brat understand how formidable he was!

Otherwise, this brat would turn the heavens upside down.

A dignified prince of the Star Luo Empire!

A level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder!

Had been kicked into the air again and again in full view of everyone,

and had his golden hair shaved into a bald patch.

It was an insult to the reputation of a prince of the Star Luo Empire!

He would brutally tear Fang Fan apart.

"Seventh Soul Skill: Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul Avatar!"

Zhao Wuji roared, his voice exploding like thunder. The entire grassland shook violently, and leaves rustled down from the old trees.

The black ten-thousand-year seventh soul ring suddenly enveloped his body.

He rapidly expanded. His muscles writhed and grew wildly, his bones crackled in dense succession, and a pure golden sheen surfaced on his skin as he transformed into a five-meter-tall giant golden bear.

All his attributes surged more than sevenfold, while the power of his first six soul skills directly doubled.

The enormous bear paws spread open, their claws gleaming coldly like sickles. His aura pressed the grassland into a depression.

Dai Mubai refused to be outdone. Three soul rings lit up as the White Tiger Wuhun possessed him, and the character for king appeared on his forehead.

His hands transformed into sharp tiger claws,

and his body grew larger as well, muscles knotting all over him.

At that critical moment!

"First Soul Skill: Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Blue light bloomed from Tang San's palm. Dozens of Blue Silver Grass stalks burst from the earth and raced along the ground toward Fang Fan's feet.

The vines were covered in dense barbs. Once they wrapped around someone, they would pierce the skin.

Tang San was someone who always repaid grudges. That sword strike had nearly taken his and Xiao Wu's heads off, and the chill still lingered down his spine.

As long as he could restrain Fang Fan for even one or two breaths, Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul Avatar could blast him apart with a full-force punch.

He would make Fang Fan understand that some people should not be provoked.

The Blue Silver Grass instantly wrapped around Fang Fan's feet, its barbs piercing into his trouser legs.

Excitement surged in Tang San's heart!

Got him!

Dai Mubai's tiger claws came crashing down, aiming straight for Fang Fan's face.

Zhao Wuji's two palms descended at the same time, blotting out the sky as they carried the terrifying force of a sevenfold enhancement. The air boomed under the pressure.

One in front and one behind, they sealed off every possible path of retreat.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression changed drastically.

Tang San was actually so disgusting. He had sneak-attacked a teammate while Zhao Wuji and Dai Mubai were going all out. He clearly intended to kill Fang Fan.

Her heart clenched sharply, and her nails dug into her palms until they nearly drew blood.

Xiao Wu stood to one side, watching Third Brother launch his sneak attack. Her lips moved!

She truly was angry at that drunkard, but was it really right for Third Brother to strike a killing blow while the others were attacking with all their strength?

In the end, she bit her lower lip and said nothing.

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened in disbelief!

Tang San had just said they should cooperate, yet now he was stabbing Fang Fan in the back.

Fang Fan had just saved her from Zhao Wuji's claws.

Although he had shaved Zhao Wuji bald, if he had not acted, she would already have been eliminated.

Tang San had done this deliberately. It was tens of thousands of times more disgusting than Fang Fan accidentally hurting someone.

However, in the next instant,

"Buzz—"

Seven-colored sword radiance suddenly bloomed from Fang Fan's fingertips.

He flung the light sword toward Tang San. The blade spun rapidly through the air, carving a brilliant arc,

while Fang Fan's body vanished into thin air, as though he had merged with the sword light without leaving even an afterimage behind.

The Blue Silver vines wrapped around nothing but air, leaving only torn scraps of cloth to prove that they had once ensnared something.

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He pushed Mysterious Jade Hand to its limit and crossed his arms before him.

The sword light dispersed, and Fang Fan stepped out of it while half-suspended in the air. His white robes fluttered, and that lazy smile remained at the corner of his eyes.

He launched a flying kick.

The simplest, most direct, most brutal aerial strike,

flowing smoothly from the twist of his waist, to the force of his thigh, to the whip-like snap of his lower leg.

Tang San saw only a blurred white shadow carrying irresistible force slam into his Mysterious Jade Hand.

"Bang—"

A dull, thunderous impact rang out.

Tang San felt as if dozens of heavy carriages had rammed into his chest at once.

The Mysterious Jade Hand was not shattered,

but the terrifying impact pierced through his defense and traveled up his arms into his chest.

His internal organs shook violently,

and his ribs groaned beneath the unbearable strain.

He flew backward like a cannonball,

crashing into the trunk of an old tree with a "boom."

The thick tree trunk jolted violently, and fallen leaves scattered down like rain.

His momentum did not lessen. He snapped a thick branch before continuing to tumble,

only stopping when he crashed into the corner of a wooden house.

"Pfft—"

Tang San spat out a mouthful of blood, staining the pale blue lapels of his clothes red.

Every bone in his body ached,

his chest felt as though flames were burning within it,

and every breath brought needle-like pain.

The dark brown eyes on his dust-covered face turned incomparably cold as he stared fixedly at the white-robed youth in the distance.

At the same time,

Dai Mubai's tiger claws and Zhao Wuji's bear paws struck down onto the spot where Fang Fan had just stood.

"Boom—"

The ground shook violently. A pit several meters wide was smashed into the grassland, with dirt and turf spraying outward like a fountain.

The sevenfold-enhanced bear paws and tiger claws had struck with astonishing power—yet there was no one at the bottom of the pit.

Their strongest attack, charged with all their strength,

had struck only a cloud of seven-colored motes that were slowly fading away,

like countless tiny fireflies reflecting off their shocked faces.

A speck of light landed on Zhao Wuji's bald head and silently went out.

"Damn it!" Dai Mubai roared furiously.

"What the hell kind of ability is that?" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in shock as he saw Tang San being kicked away.

This drunken kid was way too fast, wasn't he?

His body could actually merge with that streaking seven-colored light sword,

and shoot out with it!