Defeat

"Farts like thunder, blasting heaven and earth-Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang struck a pose, and his Soul Ring lit up.

Luo Sanpao leaped up, turned in midair, and aimed his rear at Jiang Che.

"Pfffft-!"

With a long blast, a cloud of visible yellow gas sprayed toward him.

Yu Xiaogang immediately unleashed his Second Soul Skill.

"Farts like mist, lulling all to sleep-Luo Sanpao!"

Yu Xiaogang's Soul Power was quite interesting.

One was farting; the other was farting with smoke.

The yellow gas bore down on Jiang Che amid a booming rumble.

By then, the onlookers around them had long since fled.

When Soul Masters fought, they bore no responsibility for killing people; theirs was the most exalted profession on the continent.

Actually, that was not the only reason. Mostly, it simply stank too much. Still, a few bold souls huddled in corners to peek, all clutching their noses, their expressions horribly contorted.

The smell was like the aged stench of rotting flesh, rotten eggs, and swamp sludge mixed together.

Jiang Che stood in the middle of the street and frowned, not out of fear, but simply out of disgust.

At that same instant, a Qi Condensation Shield appeared around him, sealing him in tightly and giving the yellow gas no opening to slip through.

But after giving it a little thought, Jiang Che still moved away to dodge.

There was no helping it. That cloud of yellow gas was simply too disgusting.

Even if it could not touch him, being enveloped in it would still thoroughly disgust Jiang Che.

Jiang Che darted aside, quickly escaping the area covered by the yellow gas.

He appeared beneath the frontage of a cloth shop ten meters to Yu Xiaogang's left, without a trace of the stench on him.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang, his expression neither angry nor impatient, but one of pure distaste.

"This is your Martial Soul? All it does is fart and fart loudly?" His voice was not loud, but the street was quiet, and everyone heard him.

For someone like Yu Xiaogang, who placed such enormous importance on his reputation, this was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation.

Yu Xiaogang's face went from ashen to purple. "You're courting death!"

Tang San was faster.

Before Jiang Che had finished speaking,

Tang San abruptly flicked his right hand.

Dozens of strands of Blue Silver Grass burst from the ground, weaving into a net in midair that descended on Jiang Che, blocking almost every direction in which he could dodge.

Jiang Che did not move.

He raised his right hand, curling his fingers loosely.

Waves of imposing aura spread outward.

This aura might have had no effect on other Martial Souls, and others could not sense it at all, but to someone with a plant Martial Soul, Jiang Che now resembled a king seated upon his throne. Even raising one's head to look at him would have been an act of desecration!

This was bloodline suppression, and it was even more pronounced between Martial Souls of the same kind.

As the Blue Silver Grass was about to reach Jiang Che, it all silently stopped, completely beyond Tang San's control.

Tang San was not feeling good at that moment either. He kept feeling an urge to kneel before Jiang Che and knock his head against the ground a few times!

Just then, Jiang Che moved.

Tang San had no time to think it through and instinctively dodged sideways.

He moved so fast that ordinary people could not follow.

But Jiang Che was faster.

The Blue Silver Longsword traced an arc through the air, unleashing a Water Blade.

As it swept over Tang San's head, it severed several strands of hair.

The cuts were clean.

Had he not turned sideways, it would have severed his neck.

But all of this was within Jiang Che's expectations. If he had truly wanted to kill Tang San, he would not have released just one Water Blade.

The main reason was still that one factor: Tang Hao.

If he killed Tang San, wouldn't Tang Hao have him cosplaying as a meat patty in minutes?

By the time Tang San landed, his right hand had already reached for his waist, but it stopped there.

It was not that he did not dare move, but that Jiang Che exuded an aura-the aura of a sovereign.

What on earth is going on? Tang San cursed inwardly, unable to understand why he felt reverence toward this person before him, someone he ought to despise.

After cutting through his hair, the Water Blade flew another five meters and left a diagonal cut in a locust tree beside the street.

The tree slowly tilted and fell.

Tang San looked up at the tree, then down at the hair by his feet. His expression did not change, but his eyelid twitched slightly.

Yu Xiaogang did not release another Soul Skill either.

Not because he did not want to, but because his Soul Power was almost exhausted.

The farting had stopped, but the stench lingered in the street.

He stood there, his head covered in sweat.

Then Jiang Che moved.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over. He felt the terror of death, and in his overwhelming fear, he could not help shouting, "Tang San, save me!"

But it was already too late!

Jiang Che appeared behind Yu Xiaogang.

He moved so fast that Yu Xiaogang had no time to turn around.

Jiang Che did not use a Soul Skill.

He had intended to kick the backs of Yu Xiaogang's knees and force him to kneel on the ground.

What Jiang Che had not expected was that, before he could even kick, the bastard's legs would go weak from sheer terror and he would collapse to the ground.

Jiang Che did not touch him again. He stood one step behind him and looked down at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"What right does a piece of trash sprawled on the ground have to call someone else mud?"

Yu Xiaogang shook all over, his overwhelming fear leaving his entire body too weak to get up.

Tang San called out from the side, "Jiang Che!"

Jiang Che turned his head and gave him a calm glance.

Tang San's steps halted, and he unconsciously swallowed.

Jiang Che withdrew his gaze, turned, and headed toward the north of the city as though nothing had happened.

To be honest, Jiang Che truly wanted to kill Tang San and Yu Xiaogang.

Unfortunately, both of them currently had towering powers backing them.

However, Tang Hao probably was not by Tang San's side right now, because when Jiang Che had first returned to the Heaven Dou Empire, he had heard a truly explosive piece of news.

Clear Sky Douluo had smashed five Spirit Hall Branches in a rage and was being hunted by Spirit Hall. After living in seclusion for many years, he had once again returned to the public eye.

"It looks like my arrival really has caused quite a butterfly effect."

Tang Hao's furious attacks on the Spirit Hall Branches were probably because of Ah Yin.

For the past four years, Tang Hao had been investigating whoever had taken the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone, but had never found any leads.

In the end, Tang Hao could only turn his sights on Spirit Hall, the likeliest suspect.

All one could say was that Spirit Hall had suffered an undeserved calamity this time.

"Stop! Stop right there!"

"You insolent wretch with no respect for your elders! Do you know who I am? I'm Spirit Hall's Elder Chrysanthemum Douluo!"

"I'm also from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect..."

Yu Xiaogang's voice came from behind him, carrying an almost hysterical shrillness.

His voice grew more and more distant.

More and more indistinct.

But Jiang Che did not look back.

He simply walked straight toward the north gate.

Jiang Che disappeared at the end of the street.

Yu Xiaogang was still roaring and cursing behind him, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on.

Tang San stood where he was. He wanted to tell his teacher about the strange state he had been in earlier, but seeing his teacher like this, he ultimately said nothing.

Yu Xiaogang clambered to his feet, his knees scraped, his forehead smeared with dust, and the bridge of his nose red.

"Teacher, I... let's go back." Tang San supported him by the arm.

Yu Xiaogang glared in the direction Jiang Che had disappeared. "I'll make him pay."

Can we really win?

Tang San asked himself that question inwardly.