"Nana, I've just advanced to Soul Saint, and I want to test my current strength. How about a match? Don't hold back!" Dai Youheng said.
He wanted to see whether he could completely overpower an ordinary Titled Douluo below rank ninety-five. This time, he would not use his ultimate evil attribute; he would test his strength purely through his raw stats.
Nana looked at Dai Youheng, who had practically turned into a wild man. For the first time, undisguised distaste slipped uncontrollably into her beautiful eyes, which usually held a measure of sharpness and loyalty. Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and she instinctively stepped half a pace back, raising a hand to fan the air in front of her nose.
"Young master!" Her voice abruptly rose, carrying an unquestionable firmness that even overrode her usual deference toward Dai Youheng. "A match is fine! But before that, you must go bathe, cut your hair, shave, and change into clean clothes-right now, immediately, this instant!"
She extended a finger, nearly poking his robe, whose original color was no longer discernible beneath the black grime formed from impurities expelled after he absorbed his soul ring. Her tone was sterner than ever, as though she were scolding a child who refused to wash. "Smell yourself, then look in a mirror! Your hair and beard are almost long enough to braid. With that smell, what girl could stand sparring with you? Not even if you're my young master! Absolutely not!"
"Pfft!" Inside the Sea of Consciousness, the Snow Empress could not help letting out a mocking laugh.
To think Dai Youheng had actually been told off by his own subordinate. Sure enough, in front of a girl who liked things clean, even the distinction between master and servant could be tossed aside.
Dai Youheng was