That Means He's a Good Person

Yang Wudi roared, and the Soul Breaking Spear pierced the Ghost Baby squarely between the brows with an air-rending shriek.

A sharp crack rang out, setting teeth on edge.

No blood sprayed. No skull shattered.

That strike from his Martial Soul Avatar, powerful enough to pierce a small mountain, had left only a faint white mark on the Ghost Baby's grayish-blue skin!

The tremendous recoil traveled down the spear shaft, tearing the webbing of Yang Wudi's hands and sending blood streaming out.

"How is that possible?!"

Yang Wudi's pupils contracted, and his heart abruptly skipped a beat.

He was a Soul Douluo devoted entirely to offense. Even a Titled Douluo would not dare take that strike head-on!

Yet before he could recover from his shock, something happened.

The Ghost Baby fixed its pitch-black eyes on him.

Ignoring the Soul Breaking Spear pressed against its brow, it scurried along the shaft like an agile gecko and appeared before Yang Wudi in an instant.

The Ghost Baby opened its mouth full of serrated teeth and bit down viciously on Yang Wudi's shoulder.

"Get away!" Yang Wudi paled in horror, frantically channeling his soul power to protect himself.

That supposedly impenetrable soul power shield was utterly useless against the Ghost Baby's teeth.

Crunch!

A large chunk of flesh, skin and all, was ripped clean off. Blood instantly stained half of Yang Wudi's body red.

"Aah!" The excruciating pain drew a scream from the battle-hardened Soul Douluo.

He finally understood the despair Mad Rhino had felt before his death.

This was no soul beast. It was a terrifying monster that completely ignored soul power defenses and defied all reason!

Run! That was the only thought left in Yang Wudi's mind.

Ignoring the agonizing pain in his shoulder, he kicked off the wall and used the recoil to launch himself backward.

He smashed through the glass window at the end of the corridor and leaped straight down from the second floor like a beaten dog. He hit the field hard, then scrambled toward the thick fog.

The Douluo Continent fell deathly silent.

A mighty level-82 power attack system Soul Douluo had been frightened into fleeing by a monster that had not even fully awakened.

At that moment, the image on the sky screen switched to the final viewpoint.

The little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong.

She had been transported into the girls' restroom on the first floor of the school building.

The dim lights flickered, and the air reeked of mold with a faint hint of blood.

Ning Rongrong huddled in a corner beneath the sinks, both hands clamped over her mouth as tears streamed uncontrollably down her face.

She dared not make a sound and even kept her breathing as shallow as possible.

To dispel the darkness around her, she summoned the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.

The pagoda floated in midair, emitting a soft glow that barely illuminated the few meters around her.

Perhaps because she had not wandered around like the others or actively absorbed the supernatural aura, she had miraculously avoided triggering any killing rules and survived for the time being.

Daddy, Grandpa Sword, Grandpa Bone, I'm so scared... Ning Rongrong cried out desperately in her heart.

The sky screen had stripped away the last shred of dignity the Douluo experts had left.

Yu Xiaogang's face was deathly pale, and his entire body trembled.

The theories he took such pride in had been ground into nothing in this world.

But he still refused to accept it. Pointing at the sky screen, he protested loudly, "This isn't fair! Ning Rongrong is only a support-type soul master. She has no fighting ability at all! Sending her in there was sending her to her death! This doesn't represent the true strength of our Douluo Continent!"

His words had barely left his mouth.

The sky screen flashed, immediately replaying the scenes of Soul Douluo Meng Shenji dissolving into corpse fluid, Xie Yue dying horribly on the rooftop, and Yang Wudi fleeing in panic.

His objection was rejected.

Then a bolt of golden lightning shot down from the sky screen and struck Yu Xiaogang with unerring accuracy.

Yu Xiaogang screamed. His entire body was charred black, his hair stood on end, and he collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing violently.

The sky screen's authority would brook no defiance.

Everyone from Shrek recoiled in terror. Tang San's face turned livid, but he did not dare utter a single word.

The sky screen updated again, and just then, something happened.

The restroom's battered wooden door suddenly swung open.

A cold, eerie gust blew in, making Ning Rongrong shudder.

Her eyes widened in terror as she stared fixedly at the doorway.

I'm done for! Ning Rongrong closed her eyes in despair and waited for death.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The biting and agonizing pain she had expected never came.

Ning Rongrong cautiously opened her eyes.

By the faint light of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, she saw that the figure standing in the doorway was not one of those monsters covered in corpse spots.

It was a boy wearing a black robe.

The boy had delicate features, but his face was unnaturally pale.

Most horrifying of all, a vertical eye emitting a scarlet glow had grown in the very center of his forehead!

That red eye rolled restlessly, radiating a sinister presence that made her skin crawl.

Ning Rongrong could no longer hold her strained nerves together and let out a scream.

"Shut up," the boy said coldly, his voice devoid of warmth.

His scarlet vertical eye stared fixedly at Ning Rongrong-or rather, at the glowing Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda above her head.

"If you want to die, keep screaming."

His icy gaze made Ning Rongrong tremble all over. She hurriedly clamped both hands over her mouth and forcibly swallowed her scream.

The boy was Yang Jian.

He ignored Ning Rongrong's fear and stepped into the restroom, studying the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda for a moment.

"What kind of supernatural object is this? Or is it a supernatural entity you've taken control of?" Yang Jian asked expressionlessly.

Ning Rongrong froze for a moment, then shook her head in bewilderment. "This... this is my martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda."

"Martial soul?" Yang Jian frowned.

He did not understand the term and simply assumed the girl before him was a delusional teenager who had been scared witless.

Just like that idiot Ye Zhen.

Still, the fact that she had survived this long in the Knocking Ghost's ghost domain and could summon a glowing supernatural object like this suggested that she was a ghost controller.

"Who are you?" Ning Rongrong mustered her courage and asked quietly.

"Yang Jian," he replied casually, turning to head outside. "I'm here on a mission, and to rescue a few classmates while I'm at it."

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.

He's here to rescue his classmates. That means he's a good person! If I stay with him, maybe I can get out of this hellhole alive!

As though she had found a lifeline, Ning Rongrong hurriedly scrambled to her feet and followed close behind Yang Jian like a well-behaved child, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The spectators on the Douluo Continent watched with profoundly mixed feelings.

The pampered little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, normally so spoiled and willful, was now following a strange boy with a red eye on his forehead like a frightened quail.

But no one dared laugh at her.

They knew that, in her place, they would probably have fared even worse than Ning Rongrong.

The two walked down the dim corridor, one behind the other.

Just then, that chilling infant's cry rang out ahead once more.

The grayish-blue Ghost Baby crawled down from the ceiling, hanging upside down, its pitch-black eyes fixed on the pair.

Ning Rongrong's legs went weak with fear, and she nearly collapsed.

She had seen with her own eyes on the sky screen how this monster had eaten Mad Rhino alive!

The Ghost Baby released its claws and lunged straight at Yang Jian, who was walking in front.

"You have a death wish." Yang Jian's gaze turned cold.