Wu Feng's Sharp Tongue and Her Refusal to Back Down: This Strike... Will Look Cool!

"I'll kill you! I'll kill every last one of you!"

Yu Aotian's roar rang in Jiang Yu's ears. Looking at his bloodshot eyes and labored breathing, Jiang Yu clicked his tongue in wonder.

Anyone who saw such a textbook display would have to admit he was the real deal.

And from Yu Aotian's outsized reaction, Jiang Yu had more or less figured him out.

Frankly, the guy was much like Wu Feng. He was genuinely talented, but he had held a lofty position since childhood and been groomed as a future pillar of his sect. Over time, it had made him arrogant and conceited.

At least Wu Feng had Wu Lie, Jiang Yu, and Ning Tian to keep her in check. Yu Aotian probably had no one who could rein him in—and no one who wanted to.

"Well, well. Someone's getting desperate." Wu Feng kept firing.

She had no fondness for anyone who had designs on Ning Tian.

"I'll put it plainly, you limp noodle. If you've actually got what it takes, 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 the lower-ranking disciples' favorite place to unwind. It was rather like the clubs from Jiang Yu's previous life, though some of its offerings were so wild that even he had called them perverse.

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

Yu Aotian's blood surged, and his towering rage set his whole body trembling. Wu Feng's verbal assault showed no sign of stopping. She went even further, mocking him for probably lasting all of three seconds.

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

"Aotian!"

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

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

Wu Feng stared, dumbfounded. 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 can brag about this for the rest of my life."

Jiang Yu and Ning Tian exchanged a glance, then gave her simultaneous thumbs-ups.

Wu Feng, you're incredible!

Meanwhile, after making sure Yu Aotian was all right, the silver-haired man raised his head and yelled at the grim-faced Yu Longwu beside him.

"Sect Master, you have to do something about those reckless brats! Aotian... they nearly angered Aotian to death!"

And you two geniuses nearly angered me to death!

Yu Longwu cursed inwardly, but he could not undermine his own clan in public. Once the silver-haired man had spoken, he turned a dark look on Illusion Douluo and said coldly:

"Senior Illusion, I've shown you respect because you're my elder. The marriage alliance would benefit both sects and secure our shared future! Yet you and your disciples have shown the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan no respect whatsoever!"

"Forgive my bluntness, but you and your sect had best think carefully about the marriage alliance. After all, your sect needs its support most... As for the Heart of Space, it may stay with your sect for now. Whether your sect has the strength to hold on to such a treasure is another matter..."

Illusion Douluo impatiently scratched her ear, then scoffed.

"Thunder Douluo is a renowned figure across the continent. Why are you squabbling with a few youngsters? 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 that three-second boy from your clan."

"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 managed to claw its way back, and then split apart. You're in no position to threaten the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"You're talking awfully big. I take it that old bastard of a grandfather of yours is still alive? Let me tell you, even he wouldn't dare speak to me like that. If he wants the Heart of Space, ask him whether he dares set foot on Nine Treasure Mountain. If he does, I won't mind tearing all six Soul 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 deep humiliation beneath his fury.

Her words had plainly struck a nerve.

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

"Senior Illusion, my grandfather may be unable to do anything about you or your sect. But don't forget, our clan still has a venerable 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."

"As you said, he's spent his whole life at Shrek Academy. The world knows Dragon God Douluo of Shrek Academy. Who knows him as 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. Simple as that. Go invite him."

Listening from behind, Jiang Yu could only click his tongue.

Great-grandmother was even harder to intimidate than I thought.

Yu Longwu had well and truly run out of moves.

He had never expected Illusion Douluo's temperament to change so much in the decades since they had last met—or for her to see through the situation so clearly.

"Senior Illusion, you truly deserve your reputation as a legend. We'll concede today. Next time may be different."

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

But just then, Illusion Douluo spoke again.

"You came as you pleased, and now you think you can leave as you please? That would make the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect look rather weak."

"Besides, I've been sick of that silver-haired mongrel for a while. You can leave, but he'll have to leave an arm and a leg behind."

The silver-haired man's face went abruptly pale. Yu Longwu spun around and snapped in anger.

"Impossible—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 scoff. The seventh and eighth of her nine Spirit Rings, both black, flared to life. The jade-white Nine Absolutes Illusion Tower spun rapidly, and Yu Longwu's vision went black as his mind sank into chaos.

The instant he lost focus, Illusion Douluo ordered coldly:

"Ghost Blade, do it."

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

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

With that, the old man vanished. He moved so fast that he left no afterimage.

By the time the three of them reacted, an agonized scream had torn through the air. Illusion Douluo, hovering above, already held a blood-soaked Soul Bone.

Yu Longwu came to his senses at that same instant. He stared in shock and fury at the silver-haired man, now missing an arm and a leg, and at the Soul Bone in Illusion Douluo's hand. His fists clenched until they cracked, his nails digging into his palms.

But what little reason he had left told him he could only swallow the loss. Eyes bloodshot, he swept his gaze over everyone present, then turned sharply. Taking the maimed man and the unconscious Yu Aotian with him, he became a streak of light that vanished into the distant sky.

Silence settled over everything once more. Illusion Douluo weighed the Soul Bone in her hand, then tucked it into 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 taken care of. Everyone go 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 Jiang Yu."

Everyone agreed.

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

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

Wu Feng, who had been grinning like a fool over what had just happened: "..."

Why was I always the one who suffered!?

Wu Feng withdrew into herself completely. She squatted on the ground, drawing circles as she cursed Illusion Douluo to go bald soon.

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