What Good Are the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms? Times Have Changed!

Huo Yuhao didn't even need to look.

That pretentious tone told him exactly who had arrived: Ye Beixuan!

Ye Beixuan stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his chin raised at a textbook forty-five-degree angle.

His face was a picture of righteous resolve. He had something of the bearing of a peerless master.

That was, if one ignored how his eyes kept locking onto the curves of Huo Yun'er's body as she lay over Huo Yuhao.

Huo Yuhao: ...

Well, well. Other men flew into a rage for a beauty. Ye Beixuan did it for someone's mother?

Tone it down, buddy!

Still, this was exactly what Huo Yuhao had planned.

He had known Ye Beixuan's patrol would pass through here today, so he had picked the time specifically to draw him in!

With Ye Beixuan's personality, there was no way he would pass up a chance to play hero and save someone's mother!

A guard stepped forward and shouted.

"Who are you? How dare you stand in the young master's way?!"

"Who I am doesn't matter."

Ye Beixuan gave a faint smile, as though he had seen through everything.

"What matters is this, Dai Huabin: why did you order your men to harass this widow and her son?"

"Let me guess. Your mother, the duchess of the White Tiger Duke's Estate—that vile woman—sent you, didn't she?"

Dai Huabin's expression changed at once.

"The reason is simple. Huo Yun'er once spent a night with the White Tiger Duke, and Huo Yuhao is his illegitimate son!"

"You and your mother have been scheming all this time because you can't stand the thought of Huo Yun'er and her son being alive."

"But if word of what happened today gets out, everyone on the Douluo Continent will know."

"Tell me, what will people call your mother then?"

"A jealous wife? A vile woman? Or a smiling, two-faced viper?"

Seeing Dai Huabin's expression shift, Ye Beixuan assumed his commanding presence had taken effect.

He strode forward, stopping close to Dai Huabin with the air of a man about to dispense wisdom from on high.

"Dai Huabin, you do have talent. Even across the entire Star Luo Empire, you're somebody."

"Unfortunately, your older brother Dai Yueheng began cultivating before you did. He's already far ahead of you."

"The title of White Tiger Duke probably won't fall to you in the future, either."

"But if you're willing to take me, Ye Beixuan, as your master, then with my guidance, the White Tiger Duke's Estate could one day..."

Before Ye Beixuan could finish, a cold smile appeared on Dai Huabin's face.

"You talk too much. I don't like that."

"So you die."

The next instant, all eight guards beside Dai Huabin attacked Ye Beixuan at once!

Ye Beixuan was stunned.

This isn't how the story's supposed to go!

According to all those Douluo fanfics he had read before crossing over, he had just exposed the truth and shown off the aura of a hidden master.

Shouldn't Dai Huabin be overwhelmed by my commanding presence and beg me in tears to take him as a disciple?

At the very least, shouldn't he let me leave politely to protect his mother's reputation?

Then I'd use that leverage to put people in their place, show off all the way to the top, and live the dream!

Why did Dai Huabin go straight for the kill?!

That's not how the fanfics wrote it!

At the sight, Huo Yuhao ducked his head into the wooden tub and nearly burst out laughing.

Ye Beixuan had clearly spent too long in a modern society built on freedom and equality. His head was full of tacky webnovel fantasies about humiliating his enemies.

He had no idea that on the Douluo Continent, what mattered was never reason. It was class and bloodline!

He was just a common soldier of the White Tiger Duke's Estate, yet he had aired the White Tiger Duke's scandal in public and called the duchess a vile woman.

Then, in front of everyone, he had tried to drive a wedge between the brothers Dai Huabin and Dai Yueheng.

On the Douluo Continent, a noble's reputation mattered more than anything!

After saying all that, he had no chance with Dai Huabin.

Even if the White Tiger Duke, Dai Hao himself, had been here, he would never have let Ye Beixuan leave alive.

Unless Ye Beixuan's special advantage came with unlimited resurrections, he was done for today!

Still, facing eight guards at once, Ye Beixuan showed what he could really do.

"You've gone too far!"

"Fine! Today I'll show you what real Chinese kung fu looks like!"

Ye Beixuan roared and threw out his arms.

A jade-like sheen instantly spread across his palms.

Martial Soul Possession!

This was Huo Yuhao's first time seeing Ye Beixuan's martial soul. To his surprise, it was a Body Martial Soul, just like his own Spirit Eyes.

His hands!

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms: Regretful Dragon!"

Ye Beixuan swept his right hand in a circle. Golden dragon-shaped energy roared forth and met the two guards charging him head-on.

Both guards grunted and stumbled back four or five steps.

"Flying Dragon in the Sky..."

"Dragon Battles in the Wild..."

"Divine Dragon Swishes Its Tail..."

Ye Beixuan launched one move after another, his palms flashing through a blur of strikes.

Dragon-shaped energy coiled around him, leaving no opening for an attack.

All eight guards were Soul Ancestors, each with a tiger martial soul among the finest beast martial souls.

Yet against the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms' overwhelming force, they couldn't get close to him!

Dai Huabin narrowed his eyes in surprise.

"A mere Soul Grandmaster has this kind of fighting strength?!"

Ye Beixuan felt a surge of smug satisfaction.

See that? This is the presence a protagonist ought to have!

Hurry up and submit to me. It's your only choice!

But just as Ye Beixuan was unleashing the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to his heart's content, Dai Huabin suddenly shouted.

"Get back!"

All eight guards retreated together.

At the same instant, Huo Yuhao sensed extreme danger.

He flung the wooden tub off himself, pulled his mother Huo Yun'er to her feet, and scrambled back with her behind a corridor pillar.

A dark metal shell then dropped from the sky and landed in front of Ye Beixuan.

A tiny red light on its tip flashed frantically.

Ye Beixuan: ???

The next instant, BOOM! The shell exploded. Terrifying flames and a blast of air swallowed Ye Beixuan whole.

The eight guards shielded Dai Huabin. The soul guidance barriers they released joined together, blocking the entire shock wave.

Scalding air swept past the pillar. Huo Yuhao pinned Huo Yun'er beneath him to protect her, and searing pain spread across his back.

As the dust slowly cleared, a charred crater appeared where Ye Beixuan had stood.

At its center, Ye Beixuan stood rigid, his entire body black as charcoal.

A stream of white smoke escaped his mouth. Countless wounds covered him, and blood gushed out.

"A Level 2 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shell. I picked up this little toy at an underground auction..."

Dai Huabin dusted himself off and looked at Ye Beixuan with disdain.

"Kid, what good is being able to fight? Times have changed!"

Huddled behind the pillar, Huo Yuhao heard him and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ye Beixuan, a transmigrator from modern society, had been blown up with high-tech weaponry by someone he thought was a primitive native of the Douluo Continent!

Now that's turning everything upside down!

In the end, old Master Jin's martial arts world couldn't beat this world's tech tree!