Xue Xing's Madness, VS Poison Douluo

No one had expected this drunken youth to be so insane!

He had actually dared to do this at Heaven Dou Royal Academy!

Dared to do this before Poison Douluo,

Dared to do this before Xue Xing,

And kill Xue Beng!

This was a blatant challenge.

A challenge to royal authority.

Contempt for royal law.

The same thought rose in everyone's hearts:

This youth was either mad or utterly fearless.

Xue Xing rushed toward the bloodstained wall.

He personally pulled out the four light swords one by one.

With every sword he pulled free, Xue Beng's body sank a little lower.

When the final sword was removed, Xue Beng collapsed limply into his arms.

Xue Ye had always been cold toward Xue Beng; father and son had been polite yet distant, as though separated by ice.

On the other hand, Xue Xing had no children of his own and treated Xue Beng as his son, personally overseeing everything from food and clothing to daily life and soul skill cultivation.

Whenever Xue Beng called him Royal Uncle, his eyes would always hold the tender affection of a father.

Now, the white-haired man was sending off the black-haired.

This child he had raised as a son for over a decade

Had died in his arms.

"Xue Beng!"

Xue Xing clutched the gradually cooling body, his voice hoarse and choked like an old beast that had lost its young.

Tears rolled down, falling onto the sword wounds in Xue Beng's chest and mixing with the blood that had yet to congeal.

"Royal..."

Xue Beng's final indistinct syllable faded away. His gaze scattered, and his breath ceased completely.

Xue Xing slowly closed his eyes, gently laid down the corpse, and rose to his feet.

When those tear-blurred eyes turned toward Fang Fan,

All grief burned into towering hatred, and his entire face twisted with fury.

"Kill them for me! Exterminate their nine clans! Wipe out their entire family!"

Every word was like a blade tempered in hatred.

His reason, his tact and restraint honed through decades in court, had burned to ashes in the flames of vengeance.

Only Fang Fan remained in his eyes, and only one thought filled his mind:

Kill him. Kill his entire family.

Fang Fan calmly returned Xue Xing's gaze. There was no fear, guilt, provocation, or even any unnecessary emotion in his eyes.

Xue Beng had tried to forcibly take Zhu Zhuqing away, publicly humiliated her with filthy words, and even after being nailed to the wall, had continued shouting that he would kill Fang Fan and defile Zhu Zhuqing—

Everyone present had witnessed these facts. No explanation was needed.

Before someone consumed by hatred, any explanation was superfluous.

"Xue Xing, calm down! Otherwise, the one who will regret this is—"

Ning Rongrong stepped forward, her green skirt swaying lightly.

She wanted to tell Xue Xing that a level ninety-six Peak Douluo stood behind Fang Fan.

But before she could finish, she was abruptly interrupted:

"Seven Treasure Little Princess, shut up! This has nothing to do with you!"

Xue Xing's killing intent was naked and undisguised. Only the murderer's entire clan could ease the hatred in his heart today.

Poison Douluo took a step forward.

Dugu Bo was as thin as dry bamboo. His dark green robe hung loosely from his frame, and deep wrinkles covered his sallow face.

His emerald snake eyes narrowed into slits, gray-white hair hanging loose around him as dark green poisonous mist coiled over his body.

Though expressionless, he could not conceal his astonishment—this boy was too strange.

He had first used a Shadow Kill clone to deceive the poisonous light, then launched a fatal strike with his true body from within the tree shadows.

His timing was precise, his methods bizarre, and his resolve decisive. Dugu Bo had fought from Soul King to Titled Douluo for decades,

Yet he had never seen anyone who could still kill the person he intended to protect after he personally intervened.

What made him even more wary was that this boy faced the pressure of a Titled Douluo as calmly as if strolling through a courtyard.

An innate composure radiated from his bones, as though level ninety-one was merely a number in his eyes.

Dugu Bo raised his right hand. Dark green poisonous light gathered at his withered fingertips, and he casually pointed—

A dark green beam streaked forward in a straight line. The air sizzled as it corroded, and even the sunlight was dyed an eerie emerald.

The poisonous light exploded with a boom, and surging toxic mist enveloped Fang Fan.

A savage smile curled across Xue Xing's lips as he waited for the youth to scream and melt within the poisonous fog.

When the mist dispersed, Fang Fan still stood where he was, his white robes unmarked.

An invisible barrier had sealed all the poisonous mist outside. The poisonous light dissolved and scattered the moment it struck it, as though it had collided with an impassable abyss.

Dugu Bo's expression finally became solemn, his gaze turning serious. His poisonous light had been silently devoured without even stirring a ripple.

Xue Xing's gaze turned even colder:

"Dugu Bo, stop holding back!"

Nine soul rings rose beneath Dugu Bo's feet—two yellow, two purple, and five black.

The phantom of the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor solidified behind him, over twenty meters long and as thick as a water vat. Faint phosphorescent light flowed across its emerald scales, curved poisonous horns grew from its head, and its eyes burned like two masses of dark green fire.

The aura of a Titled Douluo swept forth like a tangible storm. Moss on the ground instantly withered and blackened, flowers in the beds shriveled and rotted, and a suffocatingly sweet stench filled the air.

Students and teachers retreated in panic. Anyone who inhaled even a trace of poison turned blue-faced and dizzy.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Corrosive Poison Python!"

The Serpent Emperor raised its head and opened its gaping maw. There was no forked tongue inside, only churning venom, as it fiercely bit down at Fang Fan.

With a flick of his hand, Fang Fan released the Seven-Colored Light Sword, and his body vanished into the sword light.

The Serpent Emperor bit empty air. A deep pit was gouged into the ground, and shattered stones rapidly melted and bubbled under the venom's corrosion.

Dugu Bo snorted coldly. He had already predicted Fang Fan's movement technique.

Though becoming one with the sword was fast, the light sword's flight path was straight. As long as he predicted its direction, he could seal off its landing point.

"Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Break!"

The sixth black ring suddenly flared. Brilliant jade light burst from the Serpent Emperor's body as poisonous mist rapidly condensed into a three-fingered serpent emperor claw, each finger like a curved emerald spear with a chilling gleam at its tip.

The claw tore through the air in pursuit, swift as lightning.

At the same time, the Soul Power of a Titled Douluo spread across several hundred meters like an invisible cage. No fluctuation of Soul Power could escape his senses—

No matter how strange Fang Fan's movement technique was, he would eventually have to emerge from the sword light.

Fang Fan stepped out from a streak of sword light and landed beside Zhu Zhuqing, lifting the white jade wine flask and taking a deep swig.

Amber wine flowed down his throat, and warmth surged through his dantian. Pure Soul Power erupted like roaring flames.

Above him, the Serpent Emperor's claw was already crashing down like a collapsing mountain of poison.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Azure Lotus Sword Song."

The fourth black ring settled over the Seven-Colored Light Sword, and the sword's seven-colored radiance abruptly drew inward, turning pure white.

He stepped forward, angled the sword toward the ground, and slashed upward with all his might.

Several graceful figures split from Fang Fan's body, each holding a pure white longsword in a different stance—

Sweeping horizontally, chopping vertically, striking diagonally, thrusting straight ahead. They were as elusive as reflections in water, yet every one radiated fierce Sword Intent.

The sword lights intertwined and bloomed, forming an enormous azure lotus.

Layer upon layer, the lotus petals unfolded. Each petal was formed from countless strands of Sword Intent, flowing with pure white light as they slowly rotated, shielding Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing within.

Sword Intent shot into the sky, forcibly carving open a gap in the poisonous mist above.

"Boom—"

The Serpent Emperor's claw violently collided with the azure lotus.

The explosion was deafening. The entire academy shook violently, and the windows of teaching buildings hundreds of meters away shattered with loud cracks.

The Azure Lotus Sword Song's Sword Intent raged like a furious storm, slicing the Serpent Emperor's claw into fragments.

Shards of dark green poisonous light and fragments of pure white Sword Intent intertwined and exploded, as gorgeous and deadly as fireworks.

The shockwave uprooted nearby trees and blasted a charred crater more than ten meters wide into the ground.

Fang Fan staggered several steps back in the explosion's aftermath, cracking the ground beneath his heels before finally steadying himself.

A thread of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, trailing down his chin onto his white robes and blooming into a shocking red flower.

The web between his thumb and forefinger on his sword hand was numb, and veins throbbed along his arm.

Yet his eyes shone like stars, without the slightest hint of fear.

A level fifty-four Soul King had directly received the sixth soul skill of a level ninety-one Titled Douluo

And suffered only light injuries—

Such a record would be enough to shake the entire Soul Master world if it spread.