The Little One Got Beaten, Then the Old One Came-And Got Beaten Too

The farce came to an end, and Yu Xiaogang received a harsh reprimand from Dean Chen.

Still, Tang San was a student of Nuoding Academy after all. After thinking it over, Dean Chen arranged for a healing-type Soul Master to treat him.

Yu Xiaogang would have to cover the cost himself, though.

It was not that Dean Chen did not want to be ruthless. Yu Xiaogang's identity was simply rather special.

A direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—even if he was worthless—was not someone a mere Soul Ancestor like him could afford to provoke.

A reprimand was one thing, but if they truly fell out, Dean Chen would never be able to withstand the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's retaliation.

He had a family behind him as well, and he had to consider its survival.

Fortunately, not only was Xiao Yuan unharmed, he had even helped him vent his anger.

"All right, disperse. Why aren't you all in class? What do you think you're doing gathered around the academy gates?" Dean Chen waved his hand, dispersing the onlookers before walking toward Lu Shiyuan.

"Xiao Yuan, you've really given your uncle a huge surprise. Tell me, have you already become a Soul Master?"

As the dean of Nuoding Academy, he could not claim to know every student in the academy, but he certainly knew about someone like Tang San, who possessed Innate Full Soul Power.

If you were a principal and a student with the potential to enter Tsinghua or Peking University appeared at your school, you would definitely know about it too.

He had beaten a genius with Innate Full Soul Power into that state without suffering so much as a scratch himself. If Lu Shiyuan was not a Soul Master, Yu Xiaogang would not believe it even if someone beat him to death.

Lu Shiyuan smiled. "Uncle, I'm already level 14."

Dean Chen was stunned. "Your first Soul Ring..."

"It was at the limit of its age. You know that three months ago, my distant cousin took me traveling for a while. She's very strong, and she helped me obtain a Soul Ring along the way."

The explanation was perfectly reasonable. Dean Chen had also met Xiao Feiyu and knew full well that her strength far surpassed his own as a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor.

A very young Soul King, perhaps even a Soul Emperor—one could easily imagine the power behind her. Hunting a first Soul Ring for Xiao Yuan would have been effortless.

Dean Chen could not help nodding. "Xiao Yuan, you're the strongest genius I've ever seen. If I remember correctly, you only just turned six, right?"

When Lu Shiyuan awakened his Martial Soul, he had actually still been two months away from turning six.

Martial Soul awakening on the Douluo Continent did not strictly require one to be six years old. It was simply that most people preferred that age.

Besides, six years old was an extremely broad span of time, covering a whole year. If awakening a few months early was fine, then two months early was hardly a big deal.

"Uncle, just say what you want to say." Lu Shiyuan did not think his uncle was saying all this merely to praise him.

Sure enough, Dean Chen continued, "Uncle just wants to tell you that potential doesn't equal strength. Before you've grown up, you can only be called a genius, not a powerhouse. If something like this happens again, you can come to Uncle for help. There's no need for you to handle it personally."

Lu Shiyuan spread his hands. "Uncle, Tang San was the one who ambushed me just now. I wanted to let things go, but he didn't give me the chance."

"Ah, forget it. Uncle isn't trying to blame you. Just be more careful in the future. At the very least, within Nuoding Academy, Uncle can still protect you."

Lu Shiyuan said nothing more and merely smiled as he nodded.

He had already felt Dean Chen's concern for him.

"All right, hurry to class." Dean Chen patted his shoulder, his tone exceptionally gentle.

Lu Shiyuan was about to agree when his expression suddenly changed.

"Um, Uncle, I left something at home."

"You child, always forgetting things. Go get it. Uncle will approve half a day off for you."

In truth, with Lu Shiyuan's talent, it would not have mattered even if he did not attend class.

Most of the academy's teachers were only Soul Grandmasters, with the strongest being Soul Elders. In another two years, Lu Shiyuan would catch up to them in level.

A freak who could cultivate four levels in three months—would it be difficult for him to cultivate another six levels in two years and become a Soul Grandmaster?

After informing Dean Chen, Lu Shiyuan grabbed Xiao Wu's hand and ran out of the academy.

He had already sensed Xiao Feiyu's aura.

That overwhelming aura was completely different from when they had sparred before. Clearly, Sister Fei Yu had encountered an enemy worthy of her taking seriously.

As for who that enemy was, he could figure it out with his ass.

That was right. Xiao Feiyu had not actually left Notting City.

Since he knew Tang Hao might be watching, how could Lu Shiyuan possibly strike Tang San so viciously without any safeguards in place?

He knew Tang San was petty and held grudges.

Since he could not be sure when he might offend Tang San in the future, it was better to choose the timing himself.

Only then would the initiative fall into his own hands.

As long as he offended Tang San, Tang Hao behind him would definitely be unable to sit still.

Xiao Feiyu had deliberately left a day early precisely to lure out that rat, Tang Hao.

Xiao Wu's aura had already been concealed. In Tang Hao's eyes, she was merely an ordinary child.

With Tang Hao's ruthless methods, let alone two children, he would not care even if it were an entire village or town.

In the original story, hadn't he created chaos and escaped by attacking the Papal Hall during the Soul Master Tournament?

Whether the damaged buildings would harm innocent people was never within his consideration.

Therefore, Lu Shiyuan could be certain that as long as he offended Tang San, Tang Hao would definitely make a move.

A Titled Douluo concealing his aura was difficult to find, but a Titled Douluo exposed by rage was like a bright lamp in the night—easy to spot at a glance.

If he did not eliminate Tang Hao, then should Lu Shiyuan unknowingly offend that mad father-and-son pair in the future, without Xiao Feiyu's protection, he would not even be able to cultivate without constantly looking over his shoulder.

Sure enough, Xiao Feiyu had already begun fighting Tang Hao.

Xiao Feiyu casually blew on her fingers. Azure-blue lightning curled around her pale fingertips.

Though the current looked tiny, Tang Hao had personally experienced the terrifying energy contained within it just moments ago.

Ever since he defeated Qian Xunji and escaped alive from Spirit Hall's encirclement years ago, Tang Hao's injuries had never fully healed.

Over the years, he had also indulged himself, drinking all day long. His physical condition was long gone from that of the Clear Sky Douluo whose name had once resounded throughout the continent.

His Soul Power was originally only level 95, two levels lower than Xiao Feiyu's. With his physical condition inferior to hers as well, he had been completely crushed from start to finish.

For Super Douluo above level 95, the gap between each level was enormous. In terms of Soul Power alone, level 97 Xiao Feiyu possessed at least four times as much as level 95 Tang Hao.

The Clear Sky Hammer was certainly a top-tier Martial Soul, but Xiao Feiyu's Martial Soul was the Radiant Thunder Dragon Sparrow, which surpassed the Clear Sky Hammer.

It was a genuine God-Tier Martial Soul.

In less than ten minutes, the once-mighty Clear Sky Douluo had been beaten into a dead dog.

His left arm hung limply at his side, clearly broken by Xiao Feiyu.

Several bone-deep wounds ran across his right arm behind his shoulder. Blood cheerfully gushed from them as though it cost nothing, nourishing the plants beneath Tang Hao's feet.

"Who exactly are you?!" Tang Hao glared at Xiao Feiyu through gritted teeth. When had such a powerful figure appeared on the continent?

Someone from Spirit Hall?

No, impossible!

If Spirit Hall had possessed such a powerhouse, how could he have escaped their encirclement back then?

Xiao Feiyu sneered twice. She had no interest in wasting words on Tang Hao.

Toward any man other than Lu Shiyuan, she had always maintained this cold, unapproachable attitude.

"Enough nonsense. Fight or get lost. If I see you dare show your face in Notting City again, you're dead!"

You dared harbor killing intent toward Xiao Yuan? Are you tired of living?