A furious Dai Mubai, trouble from his own mouth

"You're courting death!"

Dai Mubai instantly flew into a rage. He strode forward, his White Tiger Martial Soul possessing him as he moved.

Ning Rongrong, however, showed no panic. Instead, she looked at Beiming Yuan beside her, her eyes conveying not a plea for help, but a question.

If Beiming Yuan did not act, she would have people from her sect do it. With someone protecting her from behind, she had nothing to fear.

"Let me."

Beiming Yuan chuckled, calmly watching Dai Mubai approach at a brisk pace.

He had been insulted. How could he possibly not retaliate?

"Pretty boy, get lost!" Seeing Beiming Yuan about to step in, Dai Mubai thrust out a tiger claw, aiming straight for his face.

Beiming Yuan did not use his Martial Soul. He simply threw a casual punch.

It looked like an utterly ordinary punch, yet it carried terrifying force. An odd sound rang out as it struck Dai Mubai's tiger claw.

Bang... crack!

"Aah!"

Everyone had expected Beiming Yuan's hand to break, but the scream came from Dai Mubai instead. His arm had just bent at an unnatural angle.

"Holy shit!"

Everyone jolted, staring at Beiming Yuan in utter shock.

Who was this man?

He had crippled Dai Mubai with a single punch, without even using his Martial Soul!

"Bastard!" Dai Mubai's right arm hung limply at his side. His second Soul Ring lit up, and a ball of white light gathered in his mouth.

Beiming Yuan gave him no chance. He swiftly stepped forward and reached toward Dai Mubai's face, crushing the charging White Tiger Fierce Light Wave with pure strength.

Then he planted his large hand on Dai Mubai's face and pushed hard.

Dai Mubai fell backward, the back of his head smashing into the floor.

Bang!

With a tremendous crash, Beiming Yuan pinned the White Tiger-possessed Dai Mubai to the ground with one hand. The impact from the back of Dai Mubai's head split several cracks in the floor.

But it was not over yet.

After straightening up, Beiming Yuan kicked Dai Mubai in the chin.

With a bang, Dai Mubai went flying and slammed into the wall, leaving several more cracks in it.

"Aah... urgh, urgh!" Dai Mubai flew backward, his jaw dislocated. He tried to scream, but only muffled, indistinct sounds came out.

"Be more careful next time. Don't spew filth every time you open your mouth. This is how trouble comes from your own mouth," Beiming Yuan said flatly.

"Hiss!"

Everyone sucked in a cold breath.

He's so strong! Tang San, who had already withdrawn his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul, watched the scene, a trace of shock flashing through his eyes.

He had fought Dai Mubai and knew full well how frightening his strength was.

Yet this terrifying Dai Mubai had met the even more terrifying Beiming Yuan, and in his hands, Dai Mubai had been utterly powerless to fight back.

"Are you the manager of the Rose Hotel?" Beiming Yuan asked a man.

"Yes, yes, yes. Young master, my surname is Wang. Just call me Xiao Wang." Manager Wang nodded repeatedly, his expression respectful.

"Manager Wang, these Gold Soul Coins should be enough to cover the damage I just caused." Beiming Yuan casually took out a small pouch of Gold Soul Coins.

The cracks in the floor and wall had something to do with him, so he ought to pay for them.

"Huh?" Manager Wang froze for a moment, then waved his hands repeatedly. "No, no, no, young master. This has nothing to do with you..."

Beiming Yuan was about to leave it on the counter.

"I'll pay for him."

Ning Rongrong suddenly stepped forward and handed Manager Wang even more Gold Soul Coins. "Besides the damage to the hotel, get us two of your best rooms while you're at it."

"Well..." Manager Wang hesitated briefly, then nodded. "Please wait a moment, honored guests. I'll check the three of you in right away."

Ning Rongrong turned to Beiming Yuan and explained with a smile, "Beiming Yuan, since you put in the effort to deal with that tiger, I'll put up the money."

"All right. Thank you, then." Beiming Yuan did not refuse and thanked her with a smile.

"Hehe."

Ning Rongrong giggled, once again looking like a well-behaved girl in front of Beiming Yuan.

The sight left quite a few people speechless.

"Honored guests, your rooms are ready. They're upstairs. Here are the keys."

Soon, the three took the keys Manager Wang handed them and headed toward the stairs.

As they passed Tang San and Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong showed little reaction, while Beiming Yuan and Ice Empress both glanced at Xiao Wu.

Under their gazes, Xiao Wu panicked again and instinctively lowered her head.

After watching the three receding figures for a while, Tang San withdrew his gaze. Noticing Xiao Wu's unnatural manner beside him, he asked in puzzlement, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Brother, I... I'm fine." Xiao Wu shook her head.

Tang San could not make heads or tails of it, but he did not press her. Instead, he asked Manager Wang for two ordinary rooms.

They were no longer in the mixed dormitory of Dorm Seven at Notting Junior Academy.

Besides, even though Dorm Seven housed both boys and girls, the boys had their own area and the girls had theirs. There were distinctions between men and women.

Although he and Xiao Wu had grown close over the years and even called each other brother and sister, there were still some things they ought to be mindful of.

After receiving their keys, Tang San and Xiao Wu each returned to their rooms to rest.

As for the utterly miserable Dai Mubai in the lobby, he eventually left with several people supporting him, presumably to seek medical treatment.

Inside the luxurious room, Ice Empress curiously looked around. Even Snow Empress, who had remained hidden all this time, emerged.

However, Snow Empress was not curious about the room. Instead, she settled into Beiming Yuan's arms with practiced ease.

"Xiao Yuan, that Titled Douluo hiding in the shadows should be level 95, but I sensed many hidden ailments in his body. At most, he can exert the strength of level 92 or 93."

Snow Empress spoke softly.

"That's true under normal circumstances." Holding Snow Empress's delicate body, Beiming Yuan explained with a smile, "Tang Hao also has a secret technique called Ring Detonation that can briefly increase his strength. Reaching the strength of a Peak Douluo is no problem."

"Ring Detonation? Is that secret technique so powerful?" Snow Empress was a little surprised.

"It was created by an ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect, so you could also say it was created by a level 99 Peerless Douluo. Naturally, its power is considerable. In particular, the older the Soul Rings, the stronger it becomes when used."

"Tang Hao has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. If he uses Ring Detonation, briefly gaining the strength of a level 96 Peak Douluo would be no problem."

"Of course, with his body in its current condition, using Ring Detonation would be courting death."

Beiming Yuan continued explaining.

"Level 96 is still very weak." Ice Empress came between Beiming Yuan and Snow Empress and squeezed in, saying with a grin, "Even if he were a level 97 or level 98 Peak Douluo, I could still pin him down and beat him."

Beiming Yuan and Snow Empress smiled without saying anything.

That was indeed the truth. Ice Empress now possessed the strength to contend with a Peerless Douluo.

"By the way, Xiao Yuan, was he the one who left that Blue Silver Emperor and that Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone we took there?"

"Yes."

Beiming Yuan nodded.

When leaving the Far North, he had made a detour along the way to the waterfall in the mountains behind Holy Soul Village and taken the Blue Silver Emperor and the Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone from the cave.

Since he had decided to make an enemy of "Tang San's camp," there was no need to leave those various opportunities behind. Whatever ought to be taken, he would take; whatever ought to be seized, he would seize.