"Xiao Qiu! Be careful!"
Zhu Zhuqing and the other girls paled slightly.
If Ye Qiu hadn't been holding them down, Ning Rongrong would have even stepped in front of him.
Ye Qiu's Sharingan eyes darted around, quickly transforming into a kaleidoscope.
Looking at the sixteen black, poisoned arrows,
he frowned slightly.
Tang San, however, sneered.
He already knew Ye Qiu possessed a penetrating soul skill.
Therefore, while aiming at him, he also aimed at Zhu Zhuqing behind him.
He had spent an entire night
applying his most lethal poison.
If it penetrated, Zhu Zhuqing would be severely injured, if not killed!
Although his Zhuge Crossbow couldn't fire continuously, he had prepared several.
As Zhao Wuji reached out to capture him,
Tang San's feet created a series of afterimages.
Using the exquisite Ghost Shadow Steps technique, he quickly dodged to the side.
Two more Zhuge Crossbows appeared in his hands
, firing at Ye Qiu from different directions.
Purple light swirled in his eyes as he dodged Xiao Wu's attacks with every strike.
A gleam of delight appeared in his eyes as the arrows were about to strike
Ye Qiu. "Fool! You never learn!" The trajectory of those arrows was crystal clear to Ye Qiu's Sharingan.
A trickle of blood flowed from his right eye onto his cold, stern face.
Amaterasu!
His eyes darted around in their sockets.
Whoosh! A jet-black flame instantly ignited all the arrows that approached Ye Qiu.
With the blessing of Kagutsuchi, they burned to ashes without even touching him.
"How could this be!" Tang San's expression hardened, and he immediately raised the Zhuge Crossbow to attack again.
Suddenly, the Zhuge Crossbow in his hand burst into flames.
The black flames threatened to spread towards him!
Dai Mubai, who had been somewhat eager to attack, paled upon seeing this.
His right arm throbbed with pain!
"Tang San, Ye Qiu! Stop!" Zhao Wuji lunged at Tang San, his face contorted with shock and anger.
Tang San immediately threw away the Zhuge Crossbow.
Observing Ye Qiu's gaze, they had some guesses about his strange soul skill!
"Zhu Qing, Xiao Wu! Protect Rongrong!"
Pulling Ning Rongrong behind him, Ye Qiu left these words and then rushed towards Tang San with a cold smile.
"Dai Mubai! Ma Hongjun! Stop him!"
Hearing Zhao Wuji's order, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai immediately rushed towards Ye Qiu.
*Swoosh!*
They had only taken one step when a ravine, as if carved by sharp claws, appeared beneath their feet.
A cold, murderous voice rang in their ears.
"I advise you not to move!"
Zhu Zhuqing had already entered the state of martial soul possession, three soul rings—one yellow and two purple—pulling beneath her feet.
The sharp claws in her hands gleamed with a ghostly light, chilling to the bone.
Ma Hongjun's face darkened, feeling the murderous intent like a thorn in his back, and he swallowed hard.
His eyes drifted towards Dai Mubai, anticipating his attack.
He was not strong enough and did not want to be the first to stick his neck out!
Dai Mubai was also somewhat alarmed.
He was horrified to discover that Zhu Zhuqing's soul power seemed to have surpassed his own!
How could this be?!
Upon closer inspection, he was momentarily stunned.
Zhu Zhuqing even seemed much prettier, and he was immediately filled with heartache and resentment.
Damn Ye Qiu!!
"Hiss~!"
Dai Mubai was cursing inwardly when he suddenly felt a sharp pain and gasped.
"Boss Dai, you're bleeding!"
Ma Hongjun had already frantically activated his Martial Soul Possession, and he hadn't even seen Zhu Zhuqing's actions clearly.
"I know," Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, his face a mixture of shock and anger.
Several bloody marks had appeared on his face, with blood still flowing down.
Looking at the beautiful woman before him,
his expression instantly turned grim.
"Zhu Zhuqing, don't go too far!"
Unlike her submissive and gentle demeanor in front of Ye Qiu
, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes were now icy cold, devoid of any emotion.
She merely raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at him indifferently.
Expressionless, voice cold.
"If you dare look again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
Zhu Zhuqing's words instantly enraged Dai Mubai. She
was clearly his fiancée.
He had only glanced at her, and she was already ready to fight him!
Damn it!
The green hat on his head suddenly felt incredibly heavy.
"You bitch! Fatty, let's attack together!"
Dai Mubai cursed, his body rapidly expanding, three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—unfolding beneath his feet.
"Let's see who dares?!" Without warning, Xiao Wu appeared beside Zhu Zhuqing.
Pink rabbit ears swayed on her head, and a short, tufted tail grew from her lower back.
Her body became even more slender, three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—unfolded beneath her feet.
"Seven Treasures are famous, first is strength, second is speed!"
A clear voice came from behind, and Ning Rongrong had already produced a small glass pagoda in her hand.
Two yellow spirit rings lit up simultaneously beneath her feet.
Four streams of light fell upon Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu respectively.
"Damn it!" Cold sweat broke out on Dai Mubai's forehead.
The anger that had just risen was instantly extinguished.
Not to mention the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's amplification on the other side.
What's more, he was shocked to discover that Xiao Wu's soul power was no less than his own.
What on earth is going on?!
How could they possibly surpass him in such a short time?!
...
Whoosh!
Piercing through Tang San's hidden weapon, Ye Qiu swiftly attacked him.
The Shrek Seven Devils had all gotten up quite early, and there weren't many diners around yet.
But the dining area of this inn wasn't particularly spacious.
Tang San had only thrown a few attacks.
Ye Qiu was already right in front of him!
Various methods repeatedly failed, even his Blue Silver Grass, which he himself didn't want to use anymore
, became utterly useless in front of Ye Qiu, unable to hold its own at all.
Having learned his lesson from Tsukuyomi before, he didn't dare to meet Ye Qiu's eyes.
He kept using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps to dodge.
The hidden weapons in his hands were like a facade in front of Ye Qiu. A cold
smile appeared on Ye Qiu's lips, and his feet left many afterimages.
Tang San's expression changed drastically, incredulous!
"How is this possible?! How do you know Ghost Shadow Perplexing Steps?!"
Ye Qiu had no obligation to answer him, and several Rasengans appeared in his hand, which he threw at him.
Bang!
Tang San was startled when a Rasengan struck his right shoulder.
His sleeve ripped, muscles twisted and torn, bleeding profusely.
His right arm nearly dislocated.
He staggered backward, his face
filled with terror.
He seemed oblivious to the pain, his mind only filled with confusion and bewilderment!
What was happening?!
How could anyone else know his Tang Sect's secret techniques?!
Seeing Ye Qiu closing in, Tang San had no time to think.
A hint of panic finally crept in.
His previous close-quarters battle with Ye Qiu had been brutally defeated.
He knew the difference in skill.
He didn't want to suffer another bloody defeat.
Seeing several more Rasengans flying towards him, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
He regretted not being prepared enough to provoke Ye Qiu so early!
In the vision of his Purple Demon Eye, Zhao Wuji's figure appeared.
Tang San's eyes lit up.
He immediately thought of a countermeasure!
The moment Ye Qiu's right eye focused on him, Tang San instantly flashed behind Zhao Wuji.
Seeking Zhao Wuji's protection, Tang San temporarily avoided the attack.
Zhao Wuji stepped between the two.
Watching Ye Qiu relentlessly charge towards him,
Zhao Wuji frowned.
Just to be safe, he quickly activated his martial soul, his body rising rapidly to shield Tang San behind him.
"Ye Qiu! Stop! How could Tang San possibly...!"
Before he could finish speaking, he stared in shock at Ye Qiu slowly disappearing into his body.
Tang San stood behind the wall-like Zhao Wuji,
just letting out a sigh of relief. Then
, a face he could never forget appeared on Zhao Wuji's back!
"Not good!"
Tang San exclaimed, his initial relief causing him to immediately raise the Zhuge Crossbow again!
But his movements suddenly froze for a moment.
A reddish-purple light appeared in his vision, and when he regained his senses,
"Ugh!"
A sharp pain shot through his lower abdomen.
Ye Qiu had already delivered a knee strike to his stomach.
His eyes bulged slightly, and a sweet taste filled his throat.
Tang San was curled up like a boiled shrimp, his feet off the ground, and the Zhuge Crossbow in his hand fell to the ground.
"Ye Qiu! Stop right now! He's not someone you can touch!" Zhao Wuji had already turned around.
Ye Qiu, however, didn't stop at all.
Tang San shouldn't have included Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing in his attack range.
After a knee strike, Ye Qiu grabbed Tang San's hair with one hand and lifted him up.
What do you mean he couldn't be moved? He
just couldn't be killed safely yet!
Ye Qiu's hand was covered with a layer of ice, and he was about to throw a punch at the floating Tang San. Zhao Wuji's
face was ugly.
He also felt extremely aggrieved!
Ye Qiu's relationship with Ning Rongrong also made him dare not attack Ye Qiu.
The fifth spirit ring under his feet lit up, and he let out a low shout: "Fifth spirit skill, gravity compression!"
"Hmm?"
The punch missed, and Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow. Under Zhao Wuji's fifth soul skill, a heavy gravity appeared around them, squeezing Tang San towards Zhao Wuji.
Tang San finally recovered, feeling as if he had escaped death.
Ye Qiu curled his lip,
somewhat annoyed by Zhao Wuji's meddling.
His cold eyes flashed with bloodlust.
Trying to leave?!
Today, he would definitely teach Tang San a lesson!
Ye Qiu's soul power began to surge continuously,
as if it were about to materialize.
Suddenly...
a blood-red light shone on Tang San's face.
His expression changed drastically: "What is that?!"
Zhao Wuji was also momentarily stunned, and his fifth soul ring dimmed again.
"Brother Dai! What is that?!" Ma Hongjun swallowed hard and nudged Dai Mubai beside him.
"Don't push me, fatso, I saw it!" Dai Mubai was also shocked by the scene before him.
Ye Qiu was wrapped in a blood-red skeleton, with a thick bony arm extending from behind him.
A gigantic, blood-red hand, before Tang San's panicked eyes,
seized him,
intercepting him from his path towards Zhao Wuji.
"Ah!" The blood-red hand's grip tightened, and terror filled Tang San's eyes.
"Ye Qiu! Let me go...or else!"
"Shut up!"
Susanoo exerted force, blood trickling from Tang San's mouth, his bones cracking.
His chest was compressed, making it hard to breathe .
"Ye Qiu! Tang San can't be hurt!" Zhao Wuji's face was grave.
"I know!" Ye Qiu replied calmly.
Zhao Wuji's expression softened.
But as Ye Qiu spoke, he controlled the arm, lifting Tang San high.
Then, he hurled him forcefully towards the ground!
Bang!
The wooden planks on the ground shattered, revealing the soil beneath.
"Cough, cough."
Tang San was thrown around, his internal organs jolted, spitting out a mouthful of blood that stained his clothes.
The giant hand clenched into a fist and slammed down on Tang San.
*Bang!* Tang San raised both arms to block, but was struck directly in the chest.
A tearing pain shot through his hand bones, and his ribs, which had just returned to their normal position, snapped again.
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
The heavy smell of blood filled the air.
This finally brought Zhao Wuji back to his senses.
"Ye Qiu! That's enough!"
*Bang!*
Ye Qiu shook his head and continued to control the giant fist as it fell.
A deep pit appeared in the soil beneath the wooden plank, and Tang San lay there, his life hanging in the balance.
"Don't go too far!" Zhao Wuji's eyelids twitched.
Tang San was in such a pitiful state.
Even Oscar, sitting calmly to the side, swallowed hard.
He silently reminded himself that he must never provoke Ye Qiu again!
"I'm just preventing this kind of sneak attack from happening again on the journey ahead."
Ye Qiu coldly looked at Tang San, who was now motionless, his face covered in blood, pressed into the pit by the Susanoo's giant fist.
"That's enough now! He's already passed out." Zhao Wuji, several meters tall, slowly walked towards Ye Qiu.
"Yes! That's enough." Ye Qiu nodded calmly.
*Thud!*
Blood splattered, the ground sank.
Ye Qiu, controlling his Susanoo, delivered another punch to the half-dead Tang San.
"Ye Qiu!"
Zhao Wuji roared.
This was blatant provocation!
He, the Immovable King, was not one to submit passively!
This Tang San was a matter of life and death for him and Flander's family.
If pushed too far, he wouldn't care about being the future son-in-law of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
"Don't get excited, I just wanted to see if he was faking it."
"Cough pfft~"
Tang San's remaining consciousness caught Ye Qiu's voice.
He coughed a few more times, spitting out several mouthfuls of blood.
Ye Qiu glanced at him calmly, and the blood-red skeleton around his body began to slowly dissipate.
The entire inn returned to calm.
Zhao Wuji angrily dispelled his Martial Soul Possession.
Ignoring Ye Qiu, they quickly dug Tang San out of the pit.
Already suffering from internal injuries that hadn't fully healed, Tang San was now even more battered and deformed.
"Little Oscar! Sausage! Hurry!"
"Coming, coming!"
Oscar quickly summoned his martial soul, creating a sausage.
Zhao Wuji took the sausage.
He was already tired of stuffing sausages in.
He pried open Tang San's mouth and roughly shoved it in.
Ignoring whether it was digestible or not, he lifted Tang San's head and forced it down his throat like a sword swallowed!
He wanted to vent all his resentment and dissatisfaction.
Ye Qiu's lips twitched.
This Immovable King really had no patience.
He keenly sensed that Tang San seemed to be struggling.
He appeared to be gasping for breath, his eyes rolling back.
His legs involuntarily straightened, as if his toes were exerting force.
His body tensed, then relaxed.
He became completely still, clearly having passed out.
"Xiao Qiu~ Are you alright?"
With the situation settled, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu ran over and patted him repeatedly.
"I'm fine!" Ye Qiu waved dismissively.
Without the aid of hidden weapons and cultivation techniques, Tang San was merely a level 31 Soul Master.
Moreover, his current martial soul is Blue Silver Grass.
Overall, the advantage is on my side!
Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing, having ended the standoff, also walked over, casting a concerned glance at Ye Qiu.
With the battle over, the innkeeper dared to enter: "Honorable Soul Master, my humble inn's losses..."
"This young lady will pay!" Ning Rongrong patted her chest, appearing wealthy and powerful.
Zhao Wuji picked up the half-dead Tang San with one hand and returned to the table.
After all, Tang San had struck first.
Neither side was simple, and he couldn't show favoritism. He had
no choice but to let the matter drop for now.
"After breakfast, we'll head back to the academy!"
He casually tossed Tang San onto a table, ignoring his still-flowing blood.
No one inquired about Tang San's condition anymore; Dai Mubai and the others sat down again.
Ye Qiu and the others also found a table to sit at separately.
Ning Rongrong pointed at the menu.
...
Watching Zhu Zhuqing, her eyes filled with tenderness, wiping the blood from Ye Qiu's eyes, that bastard, not far away,
Dai Mubai's face practically glowed with rage.
Ye Qiu noticed his resentful gaze and they met. Dai Mubai
clenched his fists, unwilling to look away.
Ye Qiu, however, gave a cold smile, a flash of bloodlust suddenly appearing in his eyes.
The other man's body trembled, his eyelids twitching several times, clearly frightened.
"That's it?"
Ye Qiu curled his lip in disdain, ignoring him completely, not taking him seriously at all.
Zhu Zhuqing also sensed something, turning back to look at him, her eyes filled with warning
and murderous intent!
Dai Mubai's face turned ashen, his back teeth practically grinding to powder.
He was actually looked down upon!
That bitch was actually protecting Ye Qiu like that!
Those damned dogs!
"Boss Dai, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat!" Ma Hongjun kept stuffing food into his mouth, even pushing a plate of vegetables in front of Dai Mubai when he had a spare moment.
"I'll eat your ass!"
Seeing the greenish-brown thing, Dai Mubai immediately lost his temper and cursed at Ma Hongjun.
"Hey! Boss Dai, are you having another episode?"
"Enough! Eat it now!" Zhao Wuji's face darkened. "If you have any extra strength, you can carry Tang San later!"
...
The sun set.
After several hours of travel,
the group finally returned to Shrek Academy.
The continuous journey had left everyone exhausted.
Ye Qiu carried Ning Rongrong back to the dormitory with them.
"Xiao Ao, Tang San is in your care!"
"Don't worry! Teacher Zhao, I'll definitely take good care of him!" Oscar, panting, took Tang San and placed him on his back.
Taking care of Tang San was something Zhao Wuji didn't need to tell him to do; after all, he had a mission.
Zhao Wuji nodded with satisfaction; finally, someone who wouldn't cause him any trouble!
Without lingering, he realized the Soul Hunt had really excited him, and he needed to report to Flander first.
"Fatty! Let's go to Soto City and have some fun, it's on me!" Dai Mubai put his arm around Ma Hongjun's shoulder, his voice carrying far and wide.
Unfortunately, it was just wishful thinking on his part!
"Alright! Boss Dai, since you're so generous, then I'll let
bygones be bygones for what you said to me this morning!" Ma Hongjun, who hadn't vented his pent-up frustration for days, immediately agreed.
With a lewd grin, he and Dai Mubai headed towards Soto City.
"Speaking of which, Boss Dai, where are we going to find resources today?"
...
Dean's Office.
Knock knock!
"Haha. Xiao Gang! Judging from the force of the knock, it seems Tang San has returned safely. Wuji! Come in!"
"Flander, who are you talking to?"
Zhao Wuji, outside the door, pushed open the door in confusion, only to see a strange figure besides Flander in the room.
A buzz cut, washed-out white hair, and a meticulously combed academic gown. A
stiff face, bearing a bitter expression.
A ramrod-straight back, appearing rigid and stubborn, and at first glance somewhat dull, yet with a hint of wisdom in his eyes.
"Haha. Come, Wuji, you haven't seen him before, have you!"
Flander stood up, slightly raising his hand to introduce Zhao Wuji: "This is my old buddy Yu Xiaogang, also Tang San's teacher. You can just call him Master; he likes it that way!"