Even This Could Anger Yu Xiaogang?

"Second Soul Skill!"

"Third Soul Skill!"

"Fifth Soul Skill!"

"Activate!!!"

Yang Jian's shout snapped Flender back to his senses, and he stopped pinning his hopes on Yu Xiaogang.

With Flender joining the fight.

The situation finally improved a little, but only a little.

Although he was a Soul Saint, he was still only an agility attack system Soul Master.

To put it bluntly, sneak attacks were his specialty.

In other words, both his destructive power and his armor-piercing strength were clearly lacking.

Moreover, this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King was over forty thousand years old. Its true strength would have placed it among the very best even among fifty-thousand-year Soul Beasts.

Forget two Soul Saints like Flender and Zhao Wuji-even an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo would have found this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King a headache.

"Rongrong, use your first skill to boost Old Zhao! Your second skill goes to the old man!"

"Oscar, get your Recovery Sausages ready. Support Old Zhao and the old man whenever they need it."

"All right, Brother Yang! Seven Treasures Turn, Glazed Light Emerges. Seven Treasures Have Names, First: Strength! Second: Speed!!"

"Right! I Have a Big Sausage!"

The moment Yang Jian finished speaking.

Ning Rongrong responded immediately, applying strength and Soul Power buffs to Zhao Wuji and boosting Flender's agility.

Although Oscar still harbored some resentment toward Yang Jian, he had grown accustomed to Yang Jian ruling the academy. This was also an emergency, so he naturally acted the moment he heard Yang Jian's orders.

"Rongrong?"

"Are you all right?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong turn pale and sway on her feet, Zhu Zhuqing immediately went over to support her.

"N-no, I'm fine." Ning Rongrong panted heavily. She tried to raise her hand, only for it to fall limply again.

Asking a Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster to enhance two Soul Saints really was pushing her too hard.

Yang Jian pressed his lips together and walked over to her. From the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stems Jade Belt, he took out a pill the system had rewarded him with long ago. "Take this. You'll feel better."

"Mm-hmm."

"Thank you, Brother Yang."

Ning Rongrong smiled as she spoke.

Zhu Zhuqing took it and was about to feed it to her when Yu Xiaogang suddenly shouted from nearby, "Wait!"

Zhu Zhuqing's delicate hand paused. Already tense all over from being on a battlefield, she felt her heart race even faster at his shout.

After calming herself a little, she turned and raised her eyes toward Yu Xiaogang. There was some confusion in her gaze, but far more of a cordial greeting to his entire family.

Before Yu Xiaogang could say anything else, Zhu Zhuqing had already fed the pill to Ning Rongrong.

"What is that thing?"

"How can you clutch at any doctor in desperation like this? What good could eating some black rice ball possibly do?!"

Hearing Yu Xiaogang's incredibly conceited and rude remarks, even Zhu Zhuqing, who had long heard of his reputation, frowned.

Although she had not known what it was at first either, Yang Jian had explained that this thing called a "pill" was made by an Alchemist.

The essence of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures could all be refined into this tiny object.

At first, she had indeed doubted Yang Jian's words.

After all, in the land where she had grown up, there was no such profession as an Alchemist.

However.

No matter how doubtful she had been, she had never been as arrogantly ignorant or as rude as Yu Xiaogang.

As a result, Yang Jian had given her pills too, and those doubts had swiftly crumbled after she took them.

"What should we do next?"

Zhu Zhuqing turned her gaze away from Yu Xiaogang with a look of disgust, showing no intention of acknowledging him. Instead, she looked questioningly at Yang Jian.

Although Yang Jian was only a three-ring Quasi-Soul Ancestor, she did not know why his presence always gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

It was as though only Yang Jian could resolve the crisis before them.

"Yeah, Old Yang, give us a clear answer. We can't just stand around here, can we? That Soul Beast looks like trouble."

Dai Mubai's expression had grown considerably more serious, with none of his usual playful banter. Even his way of addressing Yang Jian had changed from "Bastard Yang" to the somewhat more formal "Old Yang."

"Boss, just say the word! Wherever you point, that's where my Evil Fire will burn!"

The chubby Ma Hongjun slapped his belly and shouted too.

"Brother San, should we join in too?"

Standing beside Tang San, Xiao Wu suddenly asked softly.

But Tang San did not answer. He merely shook his head indifferently.

"What about Grandmaster and the others?"

When Yang Jian said nothing, Dai Mubai glanced toward Yu Xiaogang's group and suddenly spoke up.

"Forget it. Them? Every one of them clings to life and fears death. Calling them over would be pointless. We'd be better off going ourselves."

"Besides, even if they did join in, what damn use would those two Two-Ring Soul Grandmasters be?"

"Oh, right. All that Yu Xiaogang has left to offer is a fart."

As Yang Jian's die-hard fan, Ma Hongjun naturally disliked Yu Xiaogang's attitude toward him.

On top of that, Tang San had actually attacked Ning Rongrong so viciously over a few exchanged insults. If Yang Jian had not stopped him, who knew what might have happened?

Precisely because of that, Ma Hongjun had already sentenced Yu Xiaogang and his disciple to "death" in his heart.

Naturally, he was not going to be polite when speaking about them.

"Could you stop getting so fired up? Do the old man and Old Zhao look like they're about to die?"

From beginning to end, Yang Jian had never counted on Yu Xiaogang or his disciple, so he had no interest in finding out what their attitude was. "Fatty, Mottled Tiger, you two behave yourselves. If anything really happens, just run as fast as you can."

"The boss is right. If even the dean and Teacher Zhao can't solve this, throwing all of us in together won't help."

Ma Hongjun immediately agreed.

"Fatty! You sure change your mind fast!"

"Boss Dai, what are you saying? I'm following the boss's lead. You can't go wrong with that."

"Heeheehee..."

Listening to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's conversation, Ning Rongrong laughed too.

It was as though they were not standing on a battlefield where two mighty Soul Saints were attacking a Soul Beast tens of thousands of years old.

"Bam!"

Before Ning Rongrong could laugh much longer, a deafening crash rang out as something slammed into the ground.

They turned to look.

It was Zhao Wuji, transformed into a Great Strength Vajra Bear, who had been flung by the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King and landed in front of them.

"Yang Jian!"

"Quick! Take everyone and run! Don't worry about us!"

"Run!!"

Transformed into a Four-Eyed Cat Owl, Flender shouted urgently from the air.

Upon hearing this.

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned distinctly ugly.

He realized that, despite being a member of the Golden Iron Triangle, a theoretical Grandmaster of the Soul Master World, and their elder, Flender had not asked him to organize everyone's retreat at this critical moment.

Instead, he had asked a boy without so much as a whisker on his lip to lead everyone away.

[Ding! Negative emotions detected from Yu Xiaogang, a holder of the same type of Martial Soul. Reward: one Level 79 Soul Saint Soul Power Experience Card.]

[Level 79 Soul Saint Soul Power Experience Card: Upon use, grants the Soul Power of a Level 79 Soul Saint for 10 minutes.]