You Dare Touch Me? I'm a Prince

His tone was casual, as if he were ordering someone to move a piece of furniture.

The lackeys behind him exchanged lecherous grins and chimed in quietly:

"Why aren't you grabbing that beautiful girl already?!"

Several teachers looked utterly baffled and made no move.

Xue Beng stepped toward Zhu Zhuqing, the hem of his brocade robe swaying slightly as his white jade ornaments chimed crisply.

He stopped before her, his gaze roaming brazenly from her face to her chest, waist, and legs,

before returning to her face.

He reached out, five pale fingers stretching toward Zhu Zhuqing's chin,

with a self-satisfied, dashing smile on his lips:

"Beauty, come with this prince.

At Heaven Dou Royal Academy, I can give you anything you want."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly dodged, her body streaking like black lightning.

She shifted aside just as Xue Beng's fingertips were about to touch her chin.

The force of her movement whipped the air into a howl.

Xue Beng's fingertips brushed past her temple,

touching only a strand of dark hair.

Zhu Zhuqing had already appeared three steps away. Possessed by the Hell Spirit Cat, a ghostly blue glow lit her eyes.

Her pupils narrowed into sharp slits, while cold light gleamed from the claws at her fingertips.

Without hesitation, she slashed straight at Xue Beng's face.

Five ghostly blue claw marks tore through the air, so fast they left only blurred afterimages.

The Soul Elder beside Xue Beng's expression changed drastically. His shout of warning died halfway in his throat.

He had never imagined that this cold and beautiful girl would dare attack a prince directly.

But the claws were too fast. Xue Beng instinctively leaned back and avoided a direct hit,

yet he failed to evade completely.

Five claw blades raked bloody wounds of varying depths from his left cheekbone to his jaw.

Blood sprayed out, blooming into dark red spots across his bright yellow brocade robe.

"Ah!"

Xue Beng screamed and staggered back seven or eight steps.

His back crashed into one of his lackeys.

Blood continuously seeped through the gaps between the fingers covering his face.

He licked the blood from his fingers, a twisted smile curling his lips.

"You attacked this prince without a word?

Take her down and tie her up!

I'm taking her back to enjoy properly!"

The two Soul Elders attacked at once, closing in from both sides.

The Money Tiger Soul Elder was level thirty-seven, his claws carving ten streaks of cold light.

The Giant Elephant Soul Elder was level thirty-eight, his elephant-like arm sweeping across to block every path behind her.

Zhu Zhuqing did not take them head-on.

Level twenty-eight against levels thirty-seven and thirty-eight—facing them directly would be suicide.

With a light tap of her toes, she suddenly dropped low.

The tiger claws swept over her head, taking several strands of dark hair with them.

She twisted her waist and slipped beneath the elephant arm.

She landed, rolled, sprang back up in one fluid motion, and once again stood before Fang Fan.

"This little bitch can really dodge!"

Xue Beng wiped at his blood while lecherously tracking her movements.

Every dodge made her figure clearer, every leap made her curves sway with inertia. He watched with relish.

He had no idea how serious the situation was.

He thought his status as a prince made him the heavens. He thought this was his territory.

He thought that no matter how fierce this beautiful girl was, she would eventually submit to power.

Ning Rongrong supported Fang Fan against her shoulder, smiling. At last, it was her turn to support him. She lightly patted her shoulder.

"Come on, lean on this young lady's nice, fragrant shoulder!"

Yet Fang Fan did not lean down. His head hovered an inch above her shoulder.

The drunken haze in his eyes gradually cleared,

like clouds dispersing to reveal a sharp light like a sword.

He straightened slightly.

His gaze passed through the battlefield and settled on Zhu Zhuqing.

"Say the word when you need help."

"Okay."

Zhu Zhuqing gave a brief reply while dodging.

Three minutes later,

Zhu Zhuqing was breathing hard, sweat beading on her forehead.

She was still fast, but every dodge was becoming increasingly strained.

Her Soul Power was nearly exhausted, while her opponents' attacks showed no sign of slowing.

Tiger claws grazed her waist, tearing her clothes and leaving a bloody mark.

She narrowly bent backward to evade the sweeping elephant arm, the gust from it making her cheeks sting.

The two teachers exchanged glances, a trace of amazement flashing in their eyes.

Level twenty-eight, yet she had lasted this long under the joint assault of a tiger and an elephant.

She was simply a natural-born combat genius.

But a limit was still a limit. The tiger claws and elephant arm sealed off every possible route of escape at once.

Her Soul Power was depleted, and her legs felt as heavy as lead.

"I need you."

She spoke.

Xue Beng's eyes lit up. Licking his lips, he stepped forward,

ready to personally tie up this fiery, big-breasted beauty.

"Bzzz!"

A sword cry rang through the corridor.

Clear and resonant like a dragon's roar from the highest heavens, it pierced the eardrums and struck straight at the soul.

The Seven-Colored Light Sword burst from Fang Fan's fingertips.

It was so fast that only a dazzling afterimage flashed past.

It was so fast that the two Soul Elders had no time even to think of defending themselves.

Two screams erupted at the same time.

The Money Tiger Soul Elder's palm was pierced through.

The Giant Elephant Soul Elder's shoulder was pierced through.

The two were skewered together by the Seven-Colored Light Sword.

Blood splattered everywhere.

The light sword continued extending forward.

It pierced through a plane tree as thick as a bowl, sending wood chips flying and fallen leaves raining down.

Then it punched through several walls, scattering shattered stones with a series of loud bangs.

One strike. Just one strike.

The two teachers' pupils shrank to their limits.

Their mouths hung slightly open, but they could not say a single word.

This light sword could extend?

It crossed more than ten meters in an instant.

There were no soul rings, no soul skills, no charging up.

With a casual point of his finger, he had skewered two Soul Elders like candied hawthorns.

Xue Beng froze in place, the lecherous grin on his lips stiffening.

He had thought this drunken young man in white was merely a follower. He had never expected him to be the strongest one.

His face turned incomparably ugly. The five bloody wounds split open again from the twitching, seeping blood.

"Brat, you're courting death!

Release them immediately!

I'm a prince!"

His voice rose, but it lacked confidence.

He turned and barked sharply at the teachers:

"Are you blind?

Why aren't you stopping him?!"

The two teachers, one in his fifties and the other in his sixties, remained rooted in place, not daring to move.

The sword intent on the light sword was too sharp, making them wary.

"Young man, please stop."

One of the teachers spoke, his tone pleading.

"Clang!"

Fang Fan casually waved his hand.

"Ah!"

The two screams became even more shrill.

The Money Tiger's hand was severed at the wrist.

The Giant Elephant's arm was cut off at the shoulder.

The severed limbs fell to the ground, fingers twitching.

Blood gushed out like fountains, staining the corridor red.

The two Soul Elders collapsed to the ground, curling up and rolling around, pale as paper.

"Mm, I stopped."

Fang Fan withdrew his hand and let it hang at his side. His tone was calm, and the corners of his eyes still carried their lazy curve, as if he had merely driven away two buzzing flies.

"You motherfucker!

That counts as stopping?"

Xue Beng glared furiously, his bloodshot eyes nearly popping out. He had crippled them before calling it stopping?

One had lost a hand, the other an arm. Half their lives were ruined.

He trembled with rage, clenching his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"Fine. Very fine. Just you wait!"

His eyes were gloomy.

He turned to leave,

planning to find Prince Xue Xing and bring back reinforcements.

"You want to leave?"

Fang Fan spoke blandly.

Xue Beng abruptly stopped. He slowly turned around, forcing arrogance onto his face, but unable to hide the guilt and fear in his eyes. Stiffening his neck, he blustered:

"What, you want to punish this prince too?

You want to make an enemy of all Heaven Dou Royal Academy?

Heaven Dou Royal Academy is under my uncle's and my brother's control!

If you dare touch even a hair on me,

the Soul Masters of the entire Heaven Dou Empire will hunt you down!"

"Young man, don't be rash."

One teacher cautiously spoke.

"Prince Xue Beng merely... merely teased your little girlfriend. There's no need to make such a huge fuss."

When he said "teased," his voice softened somewhat.

Even he felt his argument was untenable.

But he had no choice. Xue Beng was a prince. If something happened to him at the academy,

they would all suffer the consequences.

"Mm."

The other teacher agreed, his tone steady and rational.

"After all, you still want to join Heaven Dou Royal Academy, right?

This is the best academy in the Heaven Dou Empire. You're so talented; if you ruin your future over a moment of impulsiveness, it won't be worth it."

He spoke with the earnest gravity of someone experienced, as though he were thinking entirely for Fang Fan's sake.