Wu Feng's Trash Talk and Her Refusal to Back Down: This Strike... Will Look So Cool!

"I'll kill you! I'll kill all of you!"

The roar echoed in Jiang Yu's ears. He clicked his tongue as he watched Yu Aotian stand there, eyes bloodshot and breathing like a bull.

Anyone who saw such a textbook display would have to admit the bloodline ran true.

And judging by Yu Aotian's enormous reaction, Jiang Yu had a fair idea of what made him tick.

Frankly, the guy was much like Wu Feng. He was talented, but he had grown up with high status and been groomed as a future pillar of his clan. Over time, that had made him arrogant and conceited.

But Wu Feng at least had Wu Lie, Jiang Yu, Ning Tian, and others to keep her in line. Yu Aotian probably had no one who could—or wanted to.

"Well, well. Look who's been backed into a corner," Wu Feng continued, showing no mercy.

She had no fondness whatsoever for someone who had designs on Ning Tian.

"Let me put it plainly. If you've actually got the guts, you weak-kneed creep, come fight my little brother. Otherwise, buy yourself a skintight outfit and go pole-dancing at Heavenly Fragrance House in Nine Treasure City."

Heavenly Fragrance House was a favorite haunt of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's lower-ranking disciples. It was much like the private clubs from Jiang Yu's previous life, and some of the things on offer there had made even him call them perverted.

"You... you... you're dead!"

Yu Aotian's blood surged, and rage made his whole body tremble. But Wu Feng's verbal assault did not stop. If anything, she went further, mocking him as a man who probably lasted three seconds.

At that, Yu Aotian felt blood rush straight to his head. His eyes rolled back, and under everyone's gaze, he toppled backward, stiff as a board.

"Aotian!"

The silver-haired middle-aged man shouted and rushed forward to catch the falling Yu Aotian.

"No way. He really is a three-second man?"

Wu Feng stared, dumbfounded. But once she recovered, she turned proudly to Jiang Yu and Ning Tian.

"See that? I'm just a two-ring Soul Grandmaster, and I beat a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor without lifting a finger. I'll be bragging about this for the rest of my life."

Jiang Yu and Ning Tian exchanged a look, then raised their thumbs at the same time.

Wu Feng, you're unbelievable!

Meanwhile, after confirming that Yu Aotian was all right, the silver-haired man looked up and roared at the grim-faced Yu Longwu.

"Sect Master, you must do something about those reckless brats! Aotian... Aotian nearly died of anger because of them!"

You two geniuses nearly made me die of anger too!

Yu Longwu cursed inwardly, but he could not undermine his own clan in front of outsiders. After the silver-haired man spoke, he turned a dark look on Illusion Douluo and said coldly,

"Senior Illusion Douluo, I respect you as my elder, so I've shown you courtesy. This marriage alliance would benefit both our clans and serve our shared future! Yet your sect and its disciples have shown the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan no respect at all!"

"Forgive my bluntness, but you and your sect had best think carefully about this alliance. After all, your sect is the one that needs it most... As for the Heart of Space, it may remain with your sect for now. Whether your sect has the strength to keep such a treasure is another matter..."

Illusion Douluo dug impatiently at her ear, then scoffed.

"Thunder Douluo is a renowned powerhouse, yet you're haggling with children. Aren't you afraid people will laugh when word gets out?"

"As for the marriage alliance, let me be clear: the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has no interest in your three-second junior."

"And those threats you keep slipping in..."

Illusion Douluo's expression turned icy. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was wiped out by Spirit Hall, barely revived, and then split apart. It is in no position to threaten the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"You dare speak so boldly, so I take it that old fossil you call a grandfather is still alive? Let me tell you, even he wouldn't speak to me like that. If you want the Heart of Space, ask him whether he dares set foot on Nine Treasure Mountain. If he comes, I'll gladly tear all six spirit bones out of his body."

By the time Illusion Douluo finished, Yu Longwu's face was dark as storm water. A closer look, though, revealed fury beneath it—the kind born of wounded pride.

Clearly, her words had struck a nerve.

After a moment's silence, Yu Longwu spoke again.

"Senior Illusion Douluo, perhaps my grandfather can do nothing to you or your sect. But don't forget that our clan still has a senior at Shrek Academy..."

"Oh, Dragon God Douluo? He's still alive?" Illusion Douluo sounded surprised, but not the least bit worried.

"If you think you can use him to pressure me, you're dreaming."

"You said it yourself: he's spent his whole life at Shrek Academy. The world knows Dragon God Douluo of Shrek Academy. But who knows a Dragon God Douluo of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"If you can really bring him here, I and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will accept defeat. It's that simple. Go invite him."

Behind them, Jiang Yu could only marvel.

His great-grandmother's refusal to back down went far beyond anything he had imagined.

Yu Longwu had run out of options.

He had never expected Illusion Douluo to have changed so much in the decades since he had last seen her—or to see through the situation so clearly.

"Senior Illusion Douluo truly is a legend. We concede today, but next time may be different."

Yu Longwu delivered the words without expression, then made to leave with Yu Aotian and the silver-haired man, who was grinding his teeth in hatred.

But Illusion Douluo's voice rang out again.

"You come and go as you please? That would make the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect look rather weak."

"Besides, that silver-haired mongrel has been getting on my nerves for a while. You may leave, but he must leave behind an arm and a leg."

The silver-haired man went deathly pale. Yu Longwu spun around and snapped,

"Impossible! Not unless the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect truly intends to make an enemy of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"That isn't up to you."

Illusion Douluo gave a cold snort. The seventh and eighth of her nine Spirit Rings, both black, rose in an instant. The jade-white Nine Absolutes Illusion Tower spun rapidly. Yu Longwu's vision went dark, and his mind sank into chaos.

The instant his awareness faltered, Illusion Douluo said coldly,

"Ghost Blade, do it."

Beside Jiang Yu and the others, an old man dressed in black had appeared at some point, a long black blade in hand. He laughed, then addressed the startled youngsters.

"Watch closely, little ones. This strike of mine... will look so cool!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man vanished without leaving even an afterimage.

By the time Jiang Yu and the two girls reacted, an agonized scream had torn through the air. Illusion Douluo, hovering above, already held a blood-smeared spirit bone.

Yu Longwu regained his senses at that instant. He stared in shock and fury at the silver-haired man beside him, now missing an arm and a leg, then at the spirit bone in Illusion Douluo's hand. His fists clenched so hard they cracked, his nails digging into his palms.

But what remained of his reason told him he could only swallow this loss. His bloodshot eyes swept over everyone present. Then he turned sharply, took the maimed man and the unconscious Yu Aotian with him, and streaked away into the distant sky.

Silence settled over the world once more. Illusion Douluo weighed the spirit bone in her hand, then put it away in her storage Soul Tool with a satisfied look.

She turned to Ning Yunxiu and the others below and waved a hand.

"All right, all right. The trouble's dealt with. Everyone go on home."

"As for the Heart of Space, Yunxiu, let me study it for a couple of days. Once I'm sure there's nothing dangerous hidden inside, I'll give it to Little Yu."

Everyone agreed.

Illusion Douluo nodded, but just before leaving, she seemed to remember something and spoke again.

"Oh, and Little Feng did well today. She deserves praise... But don't forget to come to my room tomorrow. You know what'll happen if you don't..."

Wu Feng, who had been grinning from ear to ear over what had just happened, fell silent.

Why am I always the one who suffers!?

Utterly deflated, Wu Feng crouched on the ground and drew circles, cursing Illusion Douluo to go bald as soon as possible.

Jiang Yu and Ning Tian could not help smiling at the sight. In their hearts, they silently pitied her for all of two and a half seconds...