Evil Soul Masters at the Teahouse

The Death Spider Emperor appeared behind Bibi Dong, and her black Fifth Soul Ring lit up. "Fifth Soul Skill: Crab Fist of Herculean Strength!" She drove a punch at Bai Yanran, a fierce Astral Gale roaring with it.

The Sharp-Tailed Swift appeared behind Bai Yanran. Its wings beat, and she vanished from the spot. Bibi Dong's punch struck empty air, but the clothing racks in the shop shattered in an instant. Clothes scattered across the floor, and one wall collapsed halfway.

Bibi Dong turned to Bai Yanran, her gaze sharp and bone-chilling. "I don't care who you are. Your Martial Soul has already given away your identity. Hand over the skirt, or I'll make your clan pay!"

"If you want it, catch me first." Bai Yanran looked at Bibi Dong's fury and spoke as if it meant nothing.

"You..." Contempt crossed Bibi Dong's face. "Me, chase you? What a joke. Kill her."

Yang Fanglin suddenly emerged from the alley and clamped a hand around Bai Yanran's shoulder. "Niece, don't be stubborn."

Bai Yanran had never imagined Yang Fanglin would seize her. She twisted, trying to break free and fly away, but could not move an inch. "Uncle Yang, let go! Who is she in Spirit Hall? Why do you obey her like this?"

Yang Fanglin brought Bai Yanran before Bibi Dong, pleading as he spoke. "Your Highness, she's my niece. Could you be the bigger person and let her go?"

Bibi Dong stepped forward with a dark expression and snatched the Golden-Fold Immortal Skirt from Bai Yanran's hands. Then she smiled sweetly. "Hall Master Yang, I'll let her go today for your sake. You'd better make things clear to her. If this happens again, I'll have my teacher wipe out her Speed Clan."

Looking at Bibi Dong's gentle smile and