Yun Piaopiao

"Tut, tut. You got your own son killed, yet you still have the nerve to stay alive in this world. If it were me, I'd have gone with my son long ago."

The woman in red instantly bristled. "Nonsense!"

Pointing at Wu Xue, Wu Zheng, and Wu Chao, she roared almost hysterically, "Those three bitches are the ones who killed my son!"

"And that guy was just some lucky bastard who stumbled into good fortune. What was wrong with killing him and taking his soul bone? A worthless nobody with no talent, no strength, and no family backing—what right did he have to possess a soul bone?"

"And your son deserved one? Yes, he did deserve it—he deserved to be killed."

"Tut, tut. If you hadn't killed someone for a soul bone, your son wouldn't have had one. If he hadn't had one, he wouldn't have been targeted and killed!"

"So, when all's said and done, you're the real culprit behind your son's death."

Every word cut to the heart, enraging the woman in red until she was nearly berserk.

The third soul ring around the man beside the woman in red instantly lit up.

"Third Soul Ring Skill—Fire Grasping Hand!"

"Come here!"

He stretched out a hand and clawed toward a certain direction. A claw formed from flames instantly took shape.

It seized a short figure within the crowd.

Too fast!

Too sudden!

The short figure had no time to react before being snatched up.

Everyone fixed their eyes on him.

Because everyone understood that the person who had spoken was very likely the one who had stolen the soul bone.

Below the stage, Si Tingxuan watched with curiosity. However, he was not curious about the soul bone on the person's body, but how he had managed to steal it.

And how he had produced that impossible-to-locate voice just now.

So, he scanned him with the system.

Name: Yun Piaopiao

Age: 16

Martial Soul: Cloud Mist

Talent: Innate Rank Five

Soul Power: Rank 25

Soul Rings: Yellow, Yellow

Soul Bone: None

Eccentricity Level: Rank Eight

Holy shit.

Si Tingxuan was getting worked up!

Wasn't this the person he had been looking for?

But Yun Piaopiao sounded like a woman's name.

Yet the person before him...

He had a head of short, choppy hair. He wasn't exactly burly, but—

His skin was dark, dark as charcoal. How was there even the slightest resemblance to a woman?

Could the name have been mistaken?

But this was not the time to dwell on that.

For the reward alone, he had to take this disciple!

Alright!

He did care a little about looks.

"Mystic Ripple Microstep!"

Si Tingxuan, who had originally been standing at the very back, charged onto the stage at an exceptionally strange yet lightning-fast speed.

Then he swung out his palm!

He shattered the other man's soul skill.

Then he grabbed Yun Piaopiao, who had already been pulled over, and held him in his hand.

"Gasp!"

The woman in red and the other two were all startled by Si Tingxuan's speed.

They were truly terrified.

They had not even had time to react before Si Tingxuan was already standing before them, with the person taken into his grasp.

If he had not been snatching someone away but attacking them instead, who among them could have dodged?

When the woman in red and the others looked at Si Tingxuan, their eyes were filled with wariness.

Yun Piaopiao's eyes still held the terror and despair from being captured.

Yet in the next second, he found himself in Si Tingxuan's grasp.

For a moment, he was dumbfounded, standing there blankly.

Si Tingxuan swept his gaze over the people on the stage and said coldly, "Your killing and fighting has little to do with him. I'm taking him away. Carry on."

The woman in red said, "No. The soul bone is definitely on him. That belongs to my son."

At that moment, Yun Piaopiao came to his senses. Though he did not know why Si Tingxuan was helping him—

Facing the utterly shameless woman in red, he cursed furiously, "Pah! It was clearly my brother's! You killed my brother and took this soul bone from him! I'm only taking back my brother's soul bone!"

The woman in red froze.

She had never expected Yun Piaopiao to be the younger brother of Yun Qifeng, the man from whom she had killed and taken the bone.

For a moment, she was speechless.

Si Tingxuan frowned, set Yun Piaopiao down, and asked, "Are you sure she killed your brother?"

Hearing that, Yun Piaopiao looked at Si Tingxuan. For some reason, he felt as though he were once again being protected by his brother.

Tears could not help flowing from the stubborn youth's eyes, revealing his vulnerable side. He nodded. "Yes, it was her. If she hadn't been stronger than me, I would have killed her long ago to avenge my brother."

After saying that, the hatred in his heart could no longer be suppressed. He glared at the woman in red with bitter resentment.

His hatred was so intense that his expression became somewhat twisted.

The woman in red said, "You little—"

Smack!

Si Tingxuan's hand flashed out in an instant, so fast that it left an afterimage in the air.

Before the woman in red could react, she was sent flying by the slap.

She crashed off the stage!

The people below were so alarmed that they hurriedly scattered in all directions.

"Hiss!"

The next second, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air!

The woman in red's face had swollen high into the air.

She had lost consciousness as well.

One had to know that she was a six-ringed Soul Emperor!

Why had none of them dared to speak earlier?

Why had they submitted to the boss's intimidation?

Wasn't it because every person on the stage was a Soul Emperor, far beyond anything they could contend with?

Yet now, a Soul Emperor capable of suppressing them had been knocked unconscious with a single slap.

Whether it was the two people with the woman in red, or Old Liu, Wu Xue, Wu Zheng, and Wu Chao—

All of them stared at Si Tingxuan in shock.

After all, they were only Soul Emperors themselves.

Their strength was not much different from that woman in red's!

Did that not mean that before this man, they too were only worth a single slap?

"I remember now! Isn't he Mentor Si Tingxuan, the one who fought the Oriental Family at the Hua Family residence yesterday?"

"That's right, it's him! I was wondering why he looked so familiar!"

"So that's how it is. No wonder he could knock out a Soul Emperor with one slap. In this town, he's the only one with that kind of strength now."

Old Liu narrowed his eyes.

Though he had not been there yesterday, how could he not know Si Tingxuan's great name?

He was the man who, by himself, had beaten the Oriental Family—the number one family in this town—until they could not even raise their heads.

He could not afford to provoke him. Absolutely could not!

When he looked at Si Tingxuan again, his gaze no longer held mere wariness, but reverence.

It was the look and bearing only a weak person showed toward the strong.

Wu Xue, Wu Zheng, and Wu Chao exchanged subtle glances.

The corners of their mouths lifted slightly.

They had also heard of Si Tingxuan's reputation. With him here, they likely would not even need to act against whoever came.

Only...

Their gazes fell upon Yun Piaopiao. A soul bone!

Meanwhile, the two people accompanying the woman in red flashed onto the stage.

They stood in front of her protectively.

The man glared furiously at Si Tingxuan. "Do you know who I am?"

The woman directly declared their background. "We don't care who you are, but you should know that all three of us come from the Fire Leopard Sect, one of the Seven Sects! Know when to stop, or else... hmph!"

Si Tingxuan glanced at them, a mocking smile appearing on his face. "All three of your martial souls are Fire Leopards. If I still couldn't guess where you came from, I'd have to be blind."

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