Zhu Zhuqing's Transformation, Dai Mubai's Misery

"These people looked no older than fifteen or sixteen, while the youngest was even younger than Yiran. Yet they were all Soul Masters above level thirty."

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

When Snake Granny saw both sides reveal their Martial Souls and announce their Soul Power Levels, her wrinkled face was filled with surprise.

She had seen plenty of Soul Grandmasters and Soul Elders in their twenties and thirties throughout her life, but twelve- or thirteen-year-old geniuses with level-thirty Soul Power were truly few and far between.

"I can fight for my own Spirit Ring. My Soul Power isn't inferior to theirs, is it?"

Meng Yiran felt somewhat disgruntled. She had chosen the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent herself, yet it had now become the target of a dispute, and she even needed others to protect her.

"Yiran, those two young ladies seem to have some grudge against them. Let them take the lead."

"After all, they're helping us."

Knowing that her granddaughter was proud and competitive, Snake Granny comforted her.

"I know they mean well, but I just can't accept it. Why can her third Spirit Ring absorb one that's three thousand five hundred years old, while mine can only be this thousand-year-old Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent? Grandma, don't you think the age of her third Spirit Ring is suspiciously high?"

Meng Yiran kicked the unconscious Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent at her feet. She had thought the soul beast she chose was already a rare treasure, but Ning Rongrong's words had made her look down on it.

"A third Spirit Ring of three thousand five hundred years... even Grandma has never heard of such a thing. If it's true, I can't imagine what sort of person her teacher is. She said she was a student of Immortal Mountain, right?"

"What kind of force is this Immortal Mountain? Even Grandma has never heard of it. We must pay them a visit someday."

Snake Granny had struggled through the Soul Master world for decades. Though she doubted Ning Rongrong's Spirit Ring age, the unusual Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's palm told her by instinct that Immortal Mountain was no fraud—it truly possessed something extraordinary.

"If what this young lady says is true, I hope you can go study at Immortal Mountain for a while too, Yiran."

Snake Granny smiled.

Meng Yiran was unconcerned. "Grandma, isn't it good enough for me to cultivate with you and Grandpa? You're the Peerless Dragon Snake. I don't want to take anyone else as my teacher."

Snake Granny smiled helplessly at that.

The Peerless Dragon Snake was indeed quite famous in the Soul Master world.

But only she herself knew that she and the old man were already growing old. Their strength was steadily declining. How much farther could they protect their granddaughter?

Just as Snake Granny and Meng Yiran discussed Immortal Mountain's origins,

on the other side, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had already joined forces and begun a soul battle against Tang San and Dai Mubai.

As usual, Dai Mubai launched the first attack. Entering Martial Soul Possession and shielding himself with the White Tiger Body-Protecting Barrier, he charged straight at Ning Rongrong.

"Xiao San, control Zhu Zhuqing first. I'll take care of this tower girl, then come help you."

Tang San warned him.

"Boss Dai, don't underestimate her. She gives me a very unusual feeling."

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."

Dai Mubai knew that Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Pagoda was quite sturdy, capable of reflecting light, and that she also knew a fist technique that could redirect force.

As long as he didn't use White Tiger Fierce Light Wave and didn't blindly rely on brute strength, she would be a lamb awaiting slaughter!

"You have Tai Chi Fist, and I have White Tiger Fist."

"Take this punch!"

Buzz!

Dai Mubai strode forward, his fists like tiger claws, raining down from multiple angles toward Ning Rongrong's weak points.

He refused to believe her fist technique could account for every blind spot.

Yet a scene that left everyone dumbfounded unfolded.

Ning Rongrong did not dodge at all!

Nor did she use Tai Chi's technique of deflecting a thousand pounds with four ounces and borrowing force to strike back.

Instead, she directly met his fist with her palm, tightly clasped Dai Mubai's tiger claw, and twisted it backward.

The mark of the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Tower appeared between Ning Rongrong's brows. Mysterious Yellow Energy surged from her palm as her yellow, yellow, and purple Spirit Rings flashed continuously. A strength buff enveloped her, greatly enhancing both her defense and power. With a sudden exertion, she actually twisted Dai Mubai's tiger claw until it bent out of shape.

"Ah—"

"Pain, pain, pain—"

The agony sent Dai Mubai straight to his knees, and he let out a miserable scream.

"That's all the strength and speed you have?"

"You're not even half as strong as a Great Strength Vajra Tiger."

"Do you surrender?"

"I surrender, I surrender! Stop twisting! It'll break if you keep twisting! Ah—"

With his fingers gripped by someone else, he had no room to resist. Dai Mubai could only beg for mercy.

He did not want all ten of his fingers broken!

"Get lost."

Ning Rongrong was a kind-hearted person too. Hearing Dai Mubai beg for mercy, she directly kicked him in the chin.

Dai Mubai immediately spun three hundred and sixty degrees through the air. His jaw was dislocated by the kick, and drool spilled all over the ground.

Tang San used Blue Silver Entanglement to catch Dai Mubai and bring him steadily to the ground.

"Boss Dai, can you still fight?"

Tang San asked with concern.

"Ugh... ugh... Xiao... San, you fight her. I'll deal with Zhu Zhuqing..."

Dai Mubai's speech was slurred, and his entire state resembled someone with Down syndrome.

"Third Soul Skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His third Spirit Ring flashed faintly. Only then did his limp fingers and jaw barely return somewhat to their proper positions. He turned his gaze toward Zhu Zhuqing.

He had become somewhat afraid of Ning Rongrong.

Damn it, she's not an auxiliary-type Soul Master at all!

Her strength and defense are greater than mine, a power-attack Soul Master with a White Tiger Martial Soul. How am I supposed to fight that?

If I can't beat a student from Immortal Mountain, can't I beat a little cat like you?

Dai Mubai directed all his fury toward Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing cast Dai Mubai a contemptuous glance and coolly uttered two words that shattered his composure.

"Trash."

"Xiao San, control her! I'm going to beat her to death!"

"Roar!"

Dai Mubai's eyes turned bloodshot.

"Blue Silver Entanglement!"

Tang San activated his first Soul Skill at the right moment. The Blue Silver Grass stretched toward Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong like tentacles.

At the same time, Dai Mubai charged at Zhu Zhuqing with his fists raised, intending to form a pincer attack with Blue Silver Entanglement.

But that choice was far from wise.

Assassins were indeed afraid of control.

But what they feared was powerful control.

Clearly, Blue Silver Entanglement was not a powerful control technique.

It required a certain windup, and its spreading speed was far too slow for an agility-attack Soul Master.

After being tempered by the Shadow Leopard and absorbing a large amount of Shadow Stone attributes, Zhu Zhuqing's speed and perception had increased tremendously. She had long sensed the Blue Silver Grass's movements.

The instant she moved, only an afterimage remained. Blue Silver Grass could not even touch the corner of her clothes.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Stab!"

Zhu Zhuqing's first Spirit Ring flashed, and she shot through the air, cutting apart even the Blue Silver Grass spreading toward Ning Rongrong.

"Second Soul Skill, Hundred Hell Slashes!"

With another movement, Zhu Zhuqing was already at Dai Mubai's rear flank. Her sharp claws slashed fiercely at him in a barrage.

The damage was a little low, but it still left bloody marks across Dai Mubai's body.

More importantly, Zhu Zhuqing was simply too fast now. By the time Dai Mubai turned around, another Hell Stab had already widened the distance again. Then she repeated the same moves without pause, quickly turning Dai Mubai into a blood-covered man. He had no time to react at all.

"Immortal was right after all. Of all techniques under heaven, nothing is unbreakable; only speed is unbeatable!"

The sight made everyone gasp.

Seeing Dai Mubai about to lose his fighting ability, Tang San could no longer hold back.

"Second Soul Skill, Parasitism!"