Xue Beng Nailed to the Wall by Light Swords, Alarming Prince Xue Xing and Xue Ye

The two teachers and Xue Beng did not know Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing's backgrounds.

In their eyes, Zhu Zhuqing was merely a commoner Soul Master with no backing.

Fang Fan was just a white-clad drunkard with strange skills.

Without backing, they could not stir up any trouble.

They had seen plenty of commoner geniuses like this—exceptionally talented yet arrogant—who ultimately vanished without a trace after offending someone important.

Fang Fan was merely another tragic drunkard, one who might disappear even faster.

As for Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a direct descendant of the Upper Three Sects,

they had recognized her long ago, so even though she stood on Fang Fan's side, no one dared utter a word of criticism.

Xue Beng also knew Ning Rongrong. Two Titled Douluo stood behind her, and even the Heaven Dou Imperial Family had to show her some respect.

As an unfavored prince, he did not dare lay a hand on her.

All his vile thoughts were focused on that busty young beauty, who had no background yet was even more alluring than Ning Rongrong.

Xue Beng intended to be a playboy to the very end.

What did it matter if he seized a commoner Soul Grandmaster?

He was a prince, a prince of Heaven Dou. Though he was not as valued as the crown prince, his status was still there.

With a crook of his finger in the academy, how many noble girls and commoner female Soul Masters would line up to throw themselves at him?

Yet this busty young beauty was far too fiery.

Fiery like an untamed wild horse.

She did not regard his imperial authority at all.

He had personally asked for her.

Rather than being grateful, she had clawed his face?

Even more unexpectedly, there was this drunken youth.

He had thought Fang Fan was a useless lackey.

Yet this very useless man had skewered two Soul Elders in a single move and crippled them with a wave of his hand.

The contrast was too great for Xue Beng's mind to process, but he firmly believed one thing:

Without a powerful background or patron, no matter how monstrous someone was, they would die if they dared offend him.

This was the iron law of Heaven Dou City.

"Then you are wrong."

Ning Rongrong suddenly spoke. She released Fang Fan's supporting arm and stepped forward, her green skirt swaying lightly as a proud curve rose on her lips.

"You know that I am Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You know I am a genius, right?"

The question needed no answer. At twelve years old, she was already level twenty-six.

As a direct descendant of the continent's number-one support martial soul, no one doubted it.

"And him—"

She raised a hand and pointed at Fang Fan.

"Fang Fan is even more monstrous than I am!"

Fang Fan leaned crookedly against Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder. He lifted his eyelids slightly but did not deny it.

Xue Beng covered the five claw marks on his face, contempt curling at his lips.

"How monstrous can he be? A Soul Ancestor?

He is only a year or two older than you at most, so he can only be a Soul Elder!

Without a powerful background or patron, he dares touch this prince? No matter how monstrous he is, he will die!"

He raised his chin slightly, and the prince's arrogance flared up again.

"Heh."

Fang Fan chuckled, as briefly as if he were laughing at a barking dog.

He did not argue or explain. He merely raised his right index finger and pointed ahead.

"Pfft."

A Seven-Colored Light Sword shot out like lightning and accurately nailed itself through Xue Beng's palm.

It pierced in through his palm and out through the back of his hand, pinning it to the stone wall behind him.

"Ah!"

Xue Beng let out a miserable scream, his voice nearly shattering the glass.

He could not believe it. He had revealed his identity and made every threat clear, yet this youth still dared attack him?

"It hurts!

Are you fucking tired of living?

Aren't you afraid of having your entire clan exterminated?"

He roared.

"Buzz."

Another light sword condensed as Fang Fan flicked his finger.

"Pfft."

His other hand was nailed to the wall as well.

His arms stretched wide in a twisted shape resembling the character for "big."

Blood ran down his arms, pooling into a dark-red puddle at his feet.

Xue Beng screamed again, his voice now tinged with tearful despair.

"Young man, do not be too arrogant!"

The teacher who had tried to persuade them earlier finally stood up, his face darkening as five Soul Rings rose beneath his feet—two yellow, two purple, and one black.

A longsword martial soul appeared in his hand. He flashed before Xue Beng and stood guard with his blade held horizontally.

Fang Fan flicked out two more swords, aiming for Xue Beng's feet.

The teacher swung his blade at the sides of the light swords.

"Clang! Clang!" Sparks flew in every direction.

The light swords veered off course and nailed themselves into the wall beside Xue Beng.

Xue Beng shuddered all over, a warm wetness spreading through his crotch as he lost control of his bladder.

The teacher stood before Xue Beng with his sword raised and sneered.

In his view, Fang Fan had relied on sneak attacks earlier.

As long as he remained on guard beforehand, a frontal confrontation was not impossible to withstand.

He was confident he could take this youth down on the spot.

"Third Soul Skill, Power Surge! Fourth Soul Skill, Giant Blade!"

The muscles all over his body swelled. His fourth Soul Ring wrapped around the longsword.

The blade rapidly expanded into a three-meter giant sword, its imposing might terrifying.

The Giant Blade rose high and viciously slashed toward Fang Fan, tearing through the air with a howling roar.

Fang Fan's drunken eyes instantly cleared. With a wave of his hand, the Seven-Colored Light Sword flew out.

His body vanished into thin air and merged with the light sword, transforming into a seven-colored bolt of lightning that streaked past the Giant Blade.

As the light sword flew before the teacher, Fang Fan stepped out and raised his right leg high.

Bang!

His kick landed squarely on the teacher's chest.

The teacher flew backward like a cannonball, smashing through the corridor railing and scattering shattered stone everywhere.

He crashed onto the bluestone ground outside and skidded several meters before coming to a stop.

Several of his ribs were broken.

Blood gushed from his mouth like a fountain, his widened eyes filled with disbelief.

He had summoned his martial soul and used soul skills, yet he had not even seen how the other party attacked.

The other teacher stood frozen in place and unconsciously took half a step back.

From beginning to end, this youth had not released a Soul Ring or used a soul skill. He had not even fully released his martial soul.

With a casual point and flick, he had kicked a level fifty-three Soul King flying.

Xue Beng's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

Fang Fan raised his hand again.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Two light swords shot out.

"Pfft, pfft!" They pierced into his left and right feet.

They stabbed through the tops of his feet and emerged from the soles, pinning both feet to the ground.

His hands and feet were nailed to the wall by four light swords, leaving him hanging in midair as blood streamed down the wall into a dark-red puddle.

His screams had become hoarse and inhuman.

Fang Fan lowered his hand and turned to Zhu Zhuqing, his gaze lazy and casual.

"Alright, Xue Beng is yours to deal with."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded and walked toward Xue Beng, her leather boots tapping sharply against the ground.

Xue Beng struggled desperately but could not move. The light swords twisted within his wounds, bringing him heart-rending pain.

When the fight began, one attendant quietly retreated behind the crowd.

He spread the short-wing martial soul on his back and flew toward Prince Xue Xing's Residence.

Prince Xue Xing's Residence stood in the center of Heaven Dou City.

Its vermilion gates stood several yards high.

White marble lions with emerald eyes flanked the entrance, and a golden imperial emblem hung above the gate.

The attendant stumbled into the main hall and fell to his knees.

"Your Highness, this is terrible! Prince Xue Beng has been beaten!

His hands and feet have been nailed to a wall!"

The teacup in Prince Xue Xing's hand shattered with a crack. He shot to his feet, his face livid.

"Who did it? Where?"

"At Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

A youth dressed in white, whose name we do not know, and two women!"

Prince Xue Xing strode out of the main hall while sending someone to summon Dugu Bo.

The elder of Heaven Dou Royal Academy, the ninety-second-level Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Poison Douluo.

With the official status of the Heaven Dou Empire, Prince Xue Xing stepping forward, and the deterrent force of a Titled Douluo,

there was almost nothing in Heaven Dou City that could not be settled.

Dugu Bo had been tending poisonous herbs in the academy's rear-mountain herb garden. Upon hearing the message, he merely raised an eyebrow.

He set down his herb shovel and rose into the air, his dark-green figure cutting across the sky.

Prince Xue Xing arrived at the academy in a carriage drawn by four white Horn-Scaled Horses. He wore a purple prince's robe, and his features resembled Xue Beng's.

Yet he possessed a few more traces of steadiness and majesty, while arrogance and sharpness hid between his brows.

Deep within Heaven Dou Royal Academy stood the Education Committee Meeting Hall, its heavy oak doors shutting out the clamor.

The three chief Education Committee members were receiving a distinguished guest: Xue Ye.

His beard and hair were white, yet he remained vigorous and spirited. He wore a white imperial robe embroidered with golden dragon patterns and a Nine Dragon Crown.

He had come incognito to inspect student recruitment.

Hurried footsteps shattered the silence. A teacher stumbled through the doors and knelt on the dark-red carpet.

"Reporting to Your Majesty and the three chief Education Committee members, Prince Xue Beng has been attacked!

His hands and feet have been nailed to a wall!"