You Old Beast, How Dare You Plot Against My Daughter? I'll Beat You Every Time I See You!

"Well said, Tian Heng!"

Dai Mubai chimed in from the side with a cold snort.

"Freshmen should act like freshmen. Since they're so arrogant, let us, the Dragon and Tiger Twin Whips, teach them a lesson for the headmaster."

Seeing the two of them like this, Yu Xiaogang's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He was about to tell them to stop.

He could still vividly recall how Tang Hao, that wretched blacksmith, had broken his nose with one punch back in Nuoding City.

He was genuinely afraid that the crude blacksmith was hiding nearby, ready to jump out and hit him with another string of blows.

But then a thought struck Yu Xiaogang.

Wait a minute!

What the hell am I afraid of now?

One of them is the level-thirty-seven Evil-Eyed White Tiger, and the other is the level-thirty-eight Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

Their talent and strength can't be underestimated anywhere on the continent.

Tang Hao is just a country blacksmith. Even if he's a little strong, can he beat two Soul Elders with top-tier Beast Martial Souls?

What a joke!

With that thought, his gaze settled on Tang Sanmei.

If this girl loses, won't she finally realize my theories suit her best? Then she'll have to come begging me to take her as my disciple.

The more Yu Xiaogang's mind raced, the more right it felt—and the more excited he grew.

"Go easy..."

He cleared his throat twice, putting on a show of telling the two to hold back. But a sudden rush of wind struck his face, and a shadow rapidly swelled before his eyes.

"What's that?!"

Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted. He had no time to dodge before a fist the size of a sandbag shattered his nose and sent him flying on the spot.

In an empty patch of shadow, a rough hand casually wiped the blood on a pair of trousers. Tang Hao glanced at Yu Xiaogang, unconscious on the ground, then vanished into hiding once more.

You old beast. How dare you plot against my daughter? I'll beat you every time I see you!

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

Flender had just walked out of the general store when every hair on his body stood on end.

As a level-seventy-eight agility-type Soul Saint, he had felt a pressure in that instant that made his heart quail.

Fast! Too fast!

Even he had barely caught a wisp of an afterimage.

Is there... a Titled Douluo nearby?

Flender's muscles tensed, and cold sweat soaked his clothes. He looked around in alarm, unable to spare a thought for his old friend lying on the ground.

On the street ahead, Dai Mubai and Yu Tianheng heard Yu Xiaogang say "go easy" and immediately activated Martial Soul Possession.

"White Tiger, possess me!"

Dai Mubai roared. Three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—rose beneath his feet.

"First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!"

At the same time, Yu Tianheng grinned viciously and raised his scale-covered arm. Three Soul Rings, two yellow and one purple, appeared, and his First Soul Ring lit up.

"First Soul Skill: Thunder Dragon Claw! You little brat who doesn't know how high the heavens are, get down!"

Facing the two Soul Skills rushing toward her, Tang Sanmei's eyes turned cold.

Dai Mubai in particular came straight at her with that greasy look on his face. In her eyes, he was already as good as dead.

"You lecherous, mangy cat think you're fit to teach us a lesson?"

Tang Sanmei sneered. She couldn't even be bothered to use a Soul Skill. She went straight into Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track and vanished from where she stood.

"What Soul Skill is that?!"

Dai Mubai's tiger claws failed to so much as brush the hem of Tang Sanmei's clothes. They slammed into the ground, sending gravel flying.

"Behind me!"

His battle instincts were sharp. Without turning his head, he drove a fist backward.

But what answered him was the crisp click of a mechanism.

"Click."

At some point, Tang Sanmei had appeared in his blind spot. She lifted her hand slightly, and the Silent Sleeve Sword hidden in her sleeve fired.

Three cold-glinting short bolts shot straight toward Dai Mubai's face, throat, and groin.

"What the hell?!"

Every hair on Dai Mubai's body stood on end. He hurriedly channeled his Soul Power to stop his charge, then rolled awkwardly across the ground, barely avoiding two bolts.

The third still grazed his thigh, trailing a spray of blood.

"Hiss! You're dead!"

Dai Mubai sucked in a sharp breath. Half an inch closer, and the happiness of his remaining years would have been gone. Rage surged through him, and his third Soul Ring lit up.

"Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!"

His body swelled, his defense and speed doubled, and he lunged at Tang Sanmei again with bloodshot eyes.

But Tang Sanmei had no intention of meeting him head-on.

"First Soul Skill: Everlasting Life."

"Second Soul Skill: Parasitism."

Rustle, rustle!

Blue Silver Grass sprouted with a rushing sound. Within a radius of dozens of meters, dense thickets burst from the ground and wound wildly around Dai Mubai.

Though Dai Mubai's claws could easily tear through the Blue Silver Grass, there was far too much of it. It held him firmly in place.

And that wasn't all. Tang Sanmei's hands gleamed like white mutton-fat jade. With Controlling Crane Capturing Dragon, her deft touch moved a thousand pounds with four ounces of force. Paired with Bone-Piercing Nails and Throwing Hand Arrows, it left Dai Mubai spinning in circles.

In less than half a minute, seven or eight Bone-Piercing Nails had pierced Dai Mubai despite his Martial Soul Possession. Blood stained his clothes, and he panted for breath.

Yet he still hadn't touched so much as a hair on Tang Sanmei's head.

When it came to combat techniques and Hidden Weapons, no one on the continent could match Tang Sanmei of the Bashu Tang Sect.

Tang Sanmei was toying with her opponent, but Xiao Wu was having a much harder time on the other side.

Xiao Wu was only a level-twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster. Against Yu Tianheng, a level-thirty-eight fighter with the world's foremost Beast Martial Soul, she was considerably outmatched.

There was a gap between them in both Soul Power Level and Martial Soul quality.

Violent lightning lashed in every direction. Xiao Wu couldn't get close and was driven back step by step.

"Little rabbit, you're not getting away!"

Yu Tianheng laughed loudly. His Thunder Dragon Claw, crackling with lightning, shot straight for Xiao Wu's face.

At that critical moment, Huo Yuhao, who had been standing aside watching, felt his eyes brighten slightly.

At the same time, two Soul Rings slowly rose beneath his feet.

One white, one purple.

"First Soul Skill: Spiritual Detection, Shared."

As soon as Xiao Wu connected to the Soul Skill, her perception sharpened severalfold. Every movement around her slowed considerably.

In her eyes, Yu Tianheng's attack revealed a strange path riddled with openings.

Huo Yuhao's voice sounded in Xiao Wu's mind:

Xiao Wu, step back half a pace, lower your head two inches, and strike at his legs.

Got it!

With that Soul Skill supporting her, Xiao Wu seemed like a different person. She stepped back half a pace and lowered her head, letting Yu Tianheng's attack skim past.

Then a small strand of Blue Silver Grass that Tang Sanmei had sent out sprang from the ground in perfect coordination and wrapped around the ankle Yu Tianheng was about to push off with.

"What?!"

Yu Tianheng's forward rush was checked, and his body stiffened involuntarily.

Before he could break free, Xiao Wu's attack was already upon him.