Poison Douluo Arrives in Person, Shadow Kill

Crown Prince Hall.

Xue Qinghe was writing, his vermilion brush suspended in midair.

His gaze fell on the carrier pigeon's secret letter.

The paper was crumpled slightly in his grip, its handwriting hasty and messy.

Xue Beng had tried to forcibly take away a beautiful girl during the entrance assessment, only to be nailed to the wall on the spot by her companion.

He stared at that line for a long time, a sharp glint flashing through his warm, jade-like eyes.

He knew better than anyone what kind of person Xue Beng was. Over the years, he had harmed countless female students at the academy.

This time, however, he had kicked an iron plate. The person who acted was not only outrageously bold,

but also far stronger than the pack of useless drunkards surrounding Xue Beng.

A freshman actually possessed such skill?

Xue Qinghe set down his vermilion brush, lightly tapped the desk three times with his fingertips, and slowly curved his lips into the faintest smile.

Good. If he had not needed to maintain the image of a "kind and generous elder brother,"

he would have crippled that wastrel himself long ago.

He developed a sincere curiosity toward that "drunken youth."

Daring to attack a prince at the Royal Academy—

either he was insane, or he had something to rely on.

He immediately ordered a horse prepared.

Donning his white crown prince's robe embroidered with gold, he mounted in one fluid motion.

The snow-white steed shot toward the academy like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Education Committee Meeting Hall.

Xue Ye sat upright in the seat of honor, his white-haired face as grim as the sky before a storm.

He slammed a palm against the armrest. The rosewood chair groaned, and several cracks spread across the armrest.

A dull bang echoed through the hall.

Imperial pressure erupted, and the kneeling teachers nearly collapsed flat onto the floor.

"Who dared injure my son? Drag them out immediately and execute them by a thousand cuts!"

His voice was low and hoarse, his killing intent unquestionable.

Of his four sons, only two remained.

The eldest and second princes had died one after another.

The third prince, Xue Qinghe, was refined and gentle.

Though the fourth prince, Xue Beng, was an ignorant good-for-nothing who had harmed countless people, he was still his flesh and blood.

Being nailed to a wall was an insult to the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. The one responsible had to repay it with blood.

"Let's go take a look."

Meng Shenji rose from his high-backed chair, his deep-blue robe embroidered with golden soul ring patterns.

His tone was calm, but a trace of interest flashed in his eyes.

To nail a prince to a wall right in front of two teachers—his strength was not bad.

If he truly was a genius, they had to protect him.

The other two chief committee members slowly nodded, exchanging knowing looks.

Xue Ye swept his sleeve and strode outside, the three chiefs following closely behind.

In the corridor,

another teacher had already summoned his martial soul. Thorn Vines covered in poisonous spikes lashed wildly through the air.

More than a dozen vines lunged at Fang Fan from every direction.

With a casual flick of his hand, Fang Fan sent several Seven-Colored Light Swords scattering in a fan-shaped spread.

His body merged into one of the swords, weaving freely through the impenetrable net formed by the vines.

Each flash of sword light severed vines at their roots, the broken vines dissolving into dark-green motes of light.

The teacher could not even catch a glimpse of him.

One of the light swords slipped through a gap and shot straight toward Xue Beng.

At that moment, Xue Beng's hands were nailed down, while only one foot remained unpinned. It was asymmetrical.

Fang Fan's obsessive-compulsive tendencies kicked in, and the light sword struck that free foot with perfect accuracy.

Now Xue Beng's posture was finally symmetrical. Each hand and foot was pierced by a Seven-Colored Light Sword.

He hung against the wall in a perfect spread-eagle shape, the spacing between the swords exact to the smallest degree.

"Ah!"

His scream was heart-rending. Blood poured from his limbs and streamed down the wall.

His bright yellow brocade robe was soaked through, clinging tightly to his twitching body.

Fang Fan stepped out from the sword light and landed in front of Zhu Zhuqing.

Not a single drop of blood stained his white clothes, as if he had merely been taking a stroll through a garden.

A rare ripple appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's frost-cold face.

He had deliberately sent one extra sword to nail down that last foot, just for symmetry?

It was the first time she had noticed this obsessive-compulsive habit of his.

"Young man, you are far too arrogant."

The teacher withdrew his vine martial soul, his tone regretful.

"That is His Highness the Prince. Treating him like this may cost you your life."

"Even if you escape the academy, you will be hunted across the entire nation."

Xue Beng's furious roar came from the wall.

"I'll kill you! You dead drunkard, how dare you treat this prince like this!"

The agonizing pain in his limbs nearly drove him mad.

He truly liked Zhu Zhuqing. He truly wanted to possess her.

Her cold, peerlessly beautiful face and curvaceous figure had made him set his mind on her at first sight.

Yet he had never expected this drunkard to be so powerful.

His two Soul Elder underlings had been defeated, the Soul King teacher had been kicked away,

the plant-type teacher had been toyed with like a decorative trellis, and he himself had been symmetrically nailed to the wall by four light swords.

"Is that so?"

Fang Fan's gaze suddenly turned razor-sharp.

The words "kill you" had touched his bottom line.

Xue Beng laughed maniacally.

"Yes! I'll kill you! Then I'll play with this big-breasted beauty until she begs for mercy! Hahaha!"

Fang Fan did not respond. He slowly raised his right hand, and the first soul ring beneath his feet lit up, a pure black.

It was deep as the darkest abyss, emanating an aura of darkness completely different from the Seven-Colored Sword Intent.

The new ability he had gained after that night at the Rose Hotel: Shadow Power.

Shadow Kill.

The black ring encircled the Seven-Colored Light Sword, and darkness swallowed the blade, transforming it into a pitch-black longsword.

The sword tip touched the ground, and the entire blade seeped into the shadows like ink and vanished. Shadow Power allowed the sword to travel freely through shadows; anywhere with a shadow could not stop it.

Xue Beng's eyes widened as a bone-chilling cold spread from his back through his entire body.

He lowered his head and looked at his shadow cast upon the wall. The shadow was moving.

It held a pitch-black longsword and was slowly raising it, radiating the aura of death.

"No, save me—"

Clang!

The shadow raised its black sword high and slashed down.

At the critical moment, a piercing whistle tore through the air.

A dark-green figure swept over at high speed.

A condensed beam of purple poison light struck the shadow with perfect accuracy.

Boom!

The shadow twisted a few times like a reflection in water shattered by a stone, then dissolved into black smoke.

The next instant,

the pressure of a Titled Douluo surged over like an overwhelming dark-green poisonous mist.

Wherever it passed, moss withered and insects stiffened before dropping from the air.

Corrosive white smoke rose from between the flagstones.

The terrifying aura of a level ninety-one Poison Douluo descended like an invisible giant hand of venom.

Prince Xue Xing followed close behind, his broad white wings touching down as his dark-purple princely robe billowed.

When he saw Xue Beng nailed to the wall by four light swords, blood streaming from all four limbs in utter misery, his pupils suddenly contracted.

"Xue Beng is still alive!

You dare injure a prince? Poison Douluo, kill him!

I'll exterminate his entire clan!"

Fang Fan remained calm beneath the pressure of the Titled Douluo. The Heaven-Slaying Sword Intent began operating automatically, spreading an invisible sword intent barrier before him.

The poisonous mist crashed against the sword intent barrier like waves striking a reef, shattering and sliding aside.

He stood before Zhu Zhuqing like an unsheathed sword, blocking all the pressure for her.

Just as Poison Douluo and Prince Xue Xing believed they had stopped the attack, a sudden change occurred.

Another shadow silently rose from beneath Xue Beng's feet.

The one shattered earlier had merely been a first-layer clone of Shadow Kill.

The true killing move had been hidden in a deeper shadow, waiting for its prey to lower its guard.

The true terror of Shadow Power was that as long as shadows remained, the sword could strike from any shadow.

The shadow emerged from the shade cast by the tree canopy upon the wall.

Silent and soundless, like a true shadow.

It carried no aura and made no sound.

Even Poison Douluo's senses had been deceived by the clone.

The black sword suddenly thrust forward.

Pfft! It pierced through Xue Beng's chest.

It entered from his back and burst out through his chest.

The sword tip, shrouded in dark-red blood mist, gleamed with a grim cold light beneath the sun.

Xue Beng's body suddenly stiffened. He lowered his head and stared at the section of black sword protruding from his chest.

His eyes were filled with disbelief. His imperial uncle had personally come with a Titled Douluo to save him, yet his heart had still been pierced by this sword.

"Ah!"

A short, shrill scream escaped him. His head slowly drooped, and the light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit like a candle flame extinguished by the wind.

Until his death, he could not believe that he would die here.

Die at the hands of a drunken youth he had never regarded seriously.

Die after a Titled Douluo and a prince had arrived.