Exposing Yu Xiaogang's Betrayal and True Colors: The Girl He Deceived
"Whoosh--"
Tai Tan flashed forward, his towering body blocking Yu Xiaogang and Flender. His thick arms were bulging with muscles, and the aura of Level 84 Soul Douluo was released without reservation.
He stared intently at the white-clad youth at the street corner, his face grim, but his inner self was far less composed than he appeared.
He had clearly seen the power of that attack just now.
The Golden Saint Dragon was torn to shreds like paper before the Netherworld Sacred Tiger King. If he had taken that blow himself, his fate wouldn't have been much better.
Tang San stood behind Tai Tan, his gaze coldly fixed on the handsome young man standing among the three beautiful girls.
Fang Fan —this name is now etched in his heart, not out of admiration, but out of an inexplicable sense of apprehension and hostility.
Ning Rongrong was actually standing next to him, looking proud and confident, as if being able to stand next to that boy was something to be proud of.
He had never seen Ning Rongrong look at anyone with that kind of gaze.
And that girl in black—
Dai Mubai's fiancée, Zhu Zhuqing, actually joined forces with Fang Fan to unleash Martial Soul Fusion Skill with terrifying power.
That was the Golden Saint Dragon, and the combined Martial Soul Fusion Skill of the three of them was enough to rival Ninety-first Rank Titled Douluo, yet it was blasted into a sky full of golden light by these two with a single blow.
What level is this guy at right now?
Tang San quickly ran to Yu Xiaogang and helped him up from the ground.
Yu Xiaogang's gray robe was covered in dust and bloodstains, and a trace of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely disheveled.
"Teacher, are you alright?" Tang San's voice was full of worry.
"Fine."
Yu Xiaogang waved his hand, straightened up, and looked over Tai Tan's broad shoulders to land on Fang Fan, a deep sense of apprehension flashing in his eyes.
He turned to look at Flender, who was equally disheveled, and asked in a low voice:
"Just what level is this Saint Son?"
Flender wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand; his once shrewd face was now filled with shock.
His glasses had long since flown away; he squinted at Fang Fan, his voice trembling.
"Level 68."
"Level 68!"
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Wu gasped and instinctively took two steps back, hiding behind Tang San and not daring to show her face.
She had mentioned before Suotuo City that Fang Fan's gaze frightened her, and now, having witnessed him shatter the Golden Saint Dragon with a single blow, that fear returned.
Dai Mubai, standing in the crowd, was as pale as a sheet, staring intently at Zhu Zhuqing beside Fang Fan.
Level 37--
Zhu Zhuqing had already reached level 37, the same level as him.
It's only been a few days? How long has it been since we parted ways in Suotuo City?
He had been stuck at level 37 for almost half a year, while Zhu Zhuqing had skyrocketed from level 26 to level 37 like a rocket, bridging an entire eleven-level gap in just a few months.
He subconsciously looked down at his broken and re-bandaged fingers; the two fingers he had bitten off and swallowed seemed to be throbbing with pain again.
Ma Hongjun lay half-reclined on the Carriage, his hand trembling as he lifted the curtain.
He's in a worse situation than Dai Mubai.
The source of his anger had been crushed by his own hand, and that strange energy remained stuck in the wound, preventing it from healing. His body was writhing with Evil Fire, and his voice had become shrill and piercing.
He thought he was already in a terrible situation, but when he saw Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing's joint Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the scene of the earth-shattering Dark Thunder and the Netherworld Power intertwined completely crushed his last remaining hope.
The person he'd messed with was someone he couldn't possibly contend with.
Tai Tan didn't speak, but silently tightened his arms even more to protect Tang San behind him.
Having lived this long, what kind of geniuses haven't he seen? But the talent of this young man before him can no longer be described as "genius".
Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, frowned. His gaze, sharp as a knife, was fixed on Fang Fan beneath his black robe.
He had secretly followed Tang San to Skywater City just in case, but he never expected to run into the Saint Son of the Spirit Hall here.
The boy who crippled Ma Hongjun, broke Oscar's finger, and forced Dai Mubai to bite off his own finger now stands on a street corner, surrounded by three stunningly beautiful girls, each with their own unique charm, exuding an aura of royalty.
He frowned. This kid was far too monstrous, even more so than the mistress.
If he dares to do anything detrimental to Tang San, then we must find an opportunity to nip him in the bud. We must never allow the Spirit Hall to have another Bibi Dong like him.
"Young hero, young heroine, thank you both for saving our lives!"
Shui Yunlian strode forward, followed by the Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er sisters.
Although her face was pale, her eyes were filled with relief and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.
She had been prepared to fight to the death, but the situation was unexpectedly turned around by the young boy and girl in one move.
Shui Bing'er helped her younger sister to Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing, her icy blue eyes still filled with shock.
She grew up in the Skywater Academy and had seen countless genius Soul Master, but what she had just witnessed completely overturned her understanding.
The man and woman were about the same age as her, yet they unleashed power sufficient to crush Titled Douluo- level Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Ink-Blue Giant Tiger phantom stood in mid-air, its Dark Thunder and Netherworld Power intertwining to form a pillar of light that Destruction everything, shattering the arrogant Golden Saint Dragon into dust with a single blow.
The air distorted the moment the beam of light passed by, a deep scorch mark was plowed into the ground, and her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, making her breath catch in her throat.
She couldn't fathom how such a domineering and perfect Martial Soul Fusion Skill could exist in the world.
And the ones who unleashed this attack were none other than a young boy and girl.
"On behalf of all the teachers and students of the Skywater Academy, Shui Bing'er thanks you two for saving our lives. May I ask your names?"
Shui Bing'er bowed gracefully, her voice clear and cool, yet filled with heartfelt gratitude.
Shui Yue'er followed her sister in bowing, their long, icy-blue hair swaying gently in the wind, like two snow lotuses blooming side by side on Ice Lake.
"Fang Fan, the Spirit Hall Saint Son."
Fang Fan introduced himself casually, his gaze meeting Shui Bing'er's for a moment.
Shui Bing'er's heart skipped a beat—this young man was not only ridiculously strong, but also incredibly handsome, with striking yet masculine features and deep, unfathomable eyes.
A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, making one want to look at her a second time after just one glance.
After exchanging names, Shui Yunlian's eyes flashed with surprise when she heard the words "Spirit Hall Saint Son," but then she understood.
Only the Spirit Hall could cultivate such a monstrous genius.
As for the girls beside Fang Fan, one was aloof and stunningly beautiful, another had piercing blue eyes and a haughty demeanor, and yet another was charming and lively. Each had her own unique charm, but they all revolved around him.
Shui Yunlian observed this and sighed inwardly.
A boy like this is the center of attention wherever he goes.
After exchanging pleasantries, Fang Fan slowly walked towards the Shrek Devils. Tai Tan's fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, but he dared not make a move.
Fang Fan didn't even glance at Tai Tan; his gaze bypassed him and landed directly on Yu Xiaogang.