"You shameless bitch."
Vina stared coldly at Ning Rongrong, her gaze like a blade. "Lay your hands on my fiancé again, and I'll slap you again!"
Long Aotian also glanced at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with distaste and disgust.
"Aaah!!"
Ning Rongrong covered her face and screamed, the handprint on her right cheek glaring in the sunlight.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were red, her voice choked with tears. "I'm the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect! How dare you hit me!"
As she shouted those words, several figures flashed out from the rooftops lining the street and the shadows.
"Protect the Eldest Miss!"
Two Soul Emperors swept in from either side and landed in front of Ning Rongrong. Four others appeared right behind them, surrounding her protectively.
All six wore fitted gray outfits, their auras steady and their gazes sharp.
Five were Soul Emperors, while their leader was an expert at the Soul Saint level!
These six were all guards Ning Fengzhi had assigned to protect Ning Rongrong from the shadows.
"Damn you! How dare you hit our Eldest Miss!"
When the Soul Saint leading them saw the handprint on Ning Rongrong's face, his expression turned extremely ugly, and cold sweat broke out.
The sky had fallen...
He knew all too well how the two elders, Sword and Bone, doted on their Eldest Miss, Ning Rongrong.
They truly spoiled her like their own granddaughter!
Now Ning Rongrong had been hit-and slapped in the face at that. Once they returned to the sect, nothing good awaited them as her guards.
Their only option now was to make up for their failure with meritorious service, so they could suffer less punishment.
"What are you standing around for!"
The leading Soul Saint turned toward Long Aotian and Vina and roared, "Seize them and take them back for the sect master and the two elders to deal with!"
Seeing her guards there, Ning Rongrong immediately regained her confidence and grew arrogant.
Ning Rongrong pointed at Long Aotian and Vina. "Grab them! I'm going to slap both of them myself!"
"Yes!"
Two Soul Emperors immediately stepped forward, lunging at Long Aotian and Vina from the left and right.
Both released their martial souls at the same time.
An enormous phantom of a Gale Eagle appeared behind the man on the left.
The man on the right had a black panther martial soul. He abruptly lowered his body onto all fours, moving even faster than the Gale Eagle Soul Emperor.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black!
Both Soul Emperors had this soul ring configuration, somewhat below the optimal configuration.
"Why don't you two youngsters surrender already?"
The two attacked from either side in a pincer formation. They had clearly worked together for a long time and were perfectly in sync.
"Run!"
At the sight, the onlookers scattered in a rush, retreating over a dozen yards away for fear of getting caught up in the clash.
"Surrender?"
"You think you're worthy of making me?"
Long Aotian remained calm. He pulled Vina behind him, then his entire body turned a jade-like white, light rippling across his skin.
Behind him, a silvery-white humanoid phantom took shape.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black!
Five soul rings lit up in succession, their beyond-standard configuration drawing every eye.
"How is that possible?"
The Soul Saint, Ning Rongrong, and all five Soul Emperors were utterly shocked.
"You're actually a Soul King! And your second soul ring is a thousand-year ring, while your fourth is a ten-thousand-year ring?"
Long Aotian proudly thrust out his chest and stared coldly at the two approaching Soul Emperors. Sweeping his arms in a wide circle before him, he shouted, "Get down!"
"How arrogant!"
"Third Soul Skill, Gale Claw!"
The Gale Eagle Soul Emperor lunged within reach, his eagle claws enhanced by his soul skill as they raked toward Long Aotian.
"Third Soul Skill, Dark Gold Power!"
Long Aotian neither dodged nor evaded. He raised his right arm across himself to block, a layer of dark golden luster appearing over his silvery-white skin.
The eagle claws scraped against his arm with an ear-piercing screech.
Long Aotian did not budge. Instead, the impact numbed the webbing between the Gale Eagle Soul Emperor's thumbs and forefingers.
"That's it?"
The corner of Long Aotian's mouth lifted. He blasted out a punch, striking the Gale Eagle Soul Emperor in the chest and sending him flying backward like a cannonball.
The Black Panther Soul Emperor flashed out from behind and to the side, a claw aimed straight beneath his ribs.
"There's still me!"
Without even turning his head, Long Aotian drove his left elbow backward, striking the Black Panther Soul Emperor squarely in the abdomen.
The Black Panther Soul Emperor's eyes widened as a wave of excruciating pain struck him. He, too, flew backward and crashed to the ground in a sorry heap.
"You both came at me together, and that's all you've got?" Long Aotian's tone was languid as his gaze swept over them. "And here I thought the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guards might actually be impressive."
Seeing Long Aotian defeat two guards so easily left Ning Rongrong furious.
"Two useless fools! You can't even beat a Soul King!" Ning Rongrong snapped mercilessly.
"We failed you."
The two Soul Emperors dared not voice their anger and silently lowered their heads.
"You deal with him yourself!"
Ning Rongrong glared at them, then turned to the Soul Saint leading them and gave her order.
"Yes, Eldest Miss."
The Soul Saint expert stepped forward and looked at Long Aotian, his expression composed as he assumed the air of a senior. "Young man, you shouldn't be so hotheaded."
"You're merely a Soul King. There's an insurmountable gulf between you and me!"
Those words were not wrong.
Soul Saints possessed a Martial Soul Avatar, which marked a qualitative transformation.
Although Long Aotian could easily defeat Soul Emperors, he had no confidence against a Soul Saint.
"Is that so?"
Just then, a voice came from a nearby rooftop.
Long Aotian, Vina, Ning Rongrong, and the six guards all turned to look-two figures stood side by side on the rooftop.
Long Aoyu stood at the front, with Zhu Zhuqing standing quietly beside him.
"Xiao Yu!"
Vina's eyes immediately lit up when she saw Long Aoyu, and she hurriedly waved for him to come down.
"These people are bullying Aotian and me! You have to teach them a lesson and help us vent our anger!"
Vina knew Long Aoyu's strength very well.
Two days earlier, she, Long Aotian, and Zhu Zhuqing had watched Long Aoyu spar with a Soul Saint from their sect and defeat him decisively.
Long Aoyu leaped lightly down with Zhu Zhuqing, landing beside Long Aotian and Vina.
"Xiao Yu."
Long Aotian glanced at him. "What brought you here?"
"You were making so much noise I could hear it two streets away." Long Aoyu's gaze swept over the six people opposite them, as well as Ning Rongrong, whom he recognized at a glance.
"What happened?"
"We ran into some eldest miss while buying a hairpin. She came right up and tried to snatch it, then tried to put her hands on me," Long Aotian said evenly.
"Vina gave her a slap, and then her guards came out."
Long Aoyu nodded.
Seeing that Long Aoyu and Zhu Zhuqing were both very young, Ning Rongrong felt no fear whatsoever. She pointed at them. "Two more accomplices?"
"Very good! Seize them all!"
"As you command!"
The Soul Saint's face was grim as his gaze swept over Long Aoyu and Zhu Zhuqing. "Whoever you are, you struck the Eldest Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. You must answer for it today."
He took a step forward, slowly releasing the pressure of a Soul Saint.
Long Aoyu looked at him and could not help laughing.
Boom!
His Body Martial Soul manifested, dazzling radiance erupting from his body as his powerful blood and qi compressed the air until it cracked explosively.
Yellow, purple, black, black, black!
Five soul rings rose one after another from beneath Long Aoyu's feet, radiating pressure far beyond that of his peers.
"A mere Soul Saint dares challenge a Soul King like me?"
Long Aoyu's tone was contemptuous.
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