Rongrong, Don't Cry. I'll Perform an Eight-Stage Throw for You

Slap—

The sound of the slap was incomparably crisp.

Ning Rongrong had been so furious that she had rushed forward as quickly as she could, and after taking that slap, she flew backward just as quickly.

There was a bang.

She was sent flying several meters before crashing heavily onto the ground.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, her fair face visibly reddened and swelled.

It had rained a little last night, leaving puddles in some places along the street.

Ning Rongrong happened to land in a small puddle, and muddy water splashed precisely onto her dress.

On any ordinary day, the first thing she would have cared about was getting herself dirty.

But this time, she had no mind to care whether her clothes had been dirtied. She merely covered her burning cheek.

Tears streamed down her face.

As though she had suffered some enormous injustice, she began sobbing uncontrollably.

"You... you actually dared to hit me?"

"My father, my father has never hit me like that."

Ning Rongrong tearfully accused him, crying harder and harder.

Oscar hurried forward and helped Ning Rongrong up. "Rongrong, are you alright? Your face is all swollen. Does it hurt?"

"What do you think? Wuwuwu~"

Ning Rongrong was furious and vented all her anger on Oscar.

Oscar gave an awkward, bitter smile and braced himself to endure her full-blown rage.

Ye Qingtian paid no attention whatsoever to the things Ning Rongrong had said.

Others might give the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect some face, wary of the terrifying might of one of the Upper Three Sects.

But he had no such reservations.

In this world, there was nothing left that he dared not do!

"If you take a beating, stand straight. If you make a mistake, admit it!"

"Today is merely a small punishment. If you want to play those little tricks of yours again someday, first wipe the lard from your eyes!"

Ye Qingtian said indifferently.

He ignored Ning Rongrong and continued walking ahead on his own.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue hurried after him. Her understanding of Ning Rongrong had been thoroughly refreshed today, and the disgust in her heart rose to another level.

After they had walked some distance away, she finally spoke in a low voice.

"Grandpa Tian, you really have changed."

"I heard Grandpa say that you used to be very bloodthirsty."

"I heard that back then, Grandpa Tian relied on that reputation to suppress every opponent in the Soul Master World."

"If Xiao Xue wasn't mistaken just now, Grandpa Tian, you wanted to make that woman Ning Rongrong vanish into ashes, didn't you?"

She asked with immense curiosity.

Qian Renxue walked alongside Ye Qingtian.

From the corner of her eye, she looked at him expectantly, trying to catch some tiny clue.

Ye Qingtian laughed helplessly.

He brought two fingers together and lightly tapped Qian Renxue on the head.

"You little girl, stop listening to that brat of a grandfather of yours spouting nonsense."

"Your Grandpa Tian's reputation has been completely ruined by that brat."

"When I have time to return to Spirit City, I'll have to settle the score with him properly."

At those words,

Qian Renxue shrank her neck.

Yet she ultimately allowed Ye Qingtian to tap her head.

If anyone else had done that, she would have flown into a rage on the spot.

But since it was Ye Qingtian, she felt no displeasure at all. If anything, she even wanted him to do it a few more times.

Still, seeing Ye Qingtian's transparent excuse and even his plan to return to Spirit City to teach her grandfather a lesson,

she recalled the stories her grandfather had once told her about Ye Qingtian in Spirit City. A faint smile appeared on her lips before she could stop it.

According to the stories Qian Daoliu had told,

she remembered that her Grandpa Tian possessed a Martial Soul called the Human Emperor Banner.

Just from its name, it sounded overwhelmingly majestic and fitting for a human emperor.

Its only flaw was that it always liked to emit puffs of black smoke.

It bore the name Human Emperor Banner, but in truth, it was more terrifying than any evil Martial Soul.

According to the bits of gossip Qian Daoliu had shared, Ye Qingtian's Human Emperor Banner held at least several hundred evil Soul Masters—nothing but their souls remained...

"Don't be so curious, little girl. Continue doing what you need to do!" Ye Qingtian tapped Qian Renxue on the head again.

Qian Renxue gave a soft acknowledgment, thinking, Just keep pretending, Grandpa Tian!

"Your matter with Rongrong hasn't been resolved yet, and you're already planning to leave? Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

At that moment, Tang San stepped out from among the Shrek Seven Devils.

As fellow members of the Shrek Seven Devils, Ning Rongrong had now been bullied.

And when he saw Ye Qingtian and Qian Renxue preparing to leave, he immediately stepped forward.

"Then you may try to stop me!"

Ye Qingtian halted.

He cast Tang San an indifferent glance.

A faint trace of pressure silently enveloped Tang San.

"This..."

Tang San's pupils constricted.

Unable to stop himself, he took a step back and stared at Ye Qingtian and Qian Renxue in disbelief.

His intention to stop them instantly vanished without a trace.

Tang San frowned tightly, his heart shaken. He made no further move and could only watch as Ye Qingtian and Qian Renxue left.

"Xiao San, what's wrong?"

Dai Mubai stepped forward. He had not been enveloped by Ye Qingtian's pressure and had no idea why Tang San had stepped out to stop them, only to suddenly do nothing.

Hearing this, Tang San drew a deep breath. "Boss Dai, these two are very strong, especially that white-haired man. He leaked just a tiny bit of his aura just now."

"That feeling... I suspect he's at least a Soul Sage or a Soul Douluo. Just now, I felt the same way I did when facing Dugu Bo."

Hiss—

Dai Mubai sucked in a sharp breath.

In the Soul Master World, Soul Sages and Soul Douluos already stood among the ranks of the powerful.

He had thought Ye Qingtian and Qian Renxue were ordinary people. Their clothes were plain, with nothing suggesting nobility or strength.

Yet they were at least Soul Sages or Soul Douluos? They had truly kicked an iron plate this time!

"Let's go back first!"

"This is no longer something we can handle. We'll tell the dean and the others when we get back. They'll definitely find a way to resolve it!"

Dai Mubai made his decision at once.

Tang San gave a nod, and the two returned to the group.

Oscar and Ma Hongjun did not understand what was happening and had not yet had a chance to ask when Tang San spoke gravely. "Don't say anything. We're all going back first!"

Knowing Tang San well, the two swallowed all the questions they had wanted to ask.

After exchanging a glance, Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing wordlessly took Ning Rongrong from Oscar.

The two supported Ning Rongrong from either side, wiping away her tears with handkerchiefs while softly comforting her.

Ning Rongrong had been overwhelmed by fury and did not hear a single word they said. She only kept crying, aggrieved that she had actually been slapped.

She had never experienced anything like that in all her life!

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Xiao Wu suddenly glared in the direction Ye Qingtian and Qian Renxue had left. She leaned close to Ning Rongrong's ear and whispered,

"Rongrong, I don't know why Third Brother wants us to go back and talk about it, but I suddenly have an idea."

"Since that guy seems like a filthy pervert, this plan of mine will definitely work. Do you remember that Bule we ran into before?"

"Tonight, we'll find an opportunity. I'll use that guy as our target and help you vent this anger properly!"

"My abilities can absolutely come in handy at a time like this, and it'll definitely succeed!"

"Then, I'll use that guy to perform an Eight-Stage Throw for you!"