Chapter Sixty: This Is Only the Beginning

"I'll kill you!" came an enraged shout, but it wasn't the God King Tang who acted—it was the rogue rabbit, Xiao Wu. Seeing her beloved suffer such a humiliating slap, her fury burned even hotter than his own.

The pain struck her heart, though the blow landed on her brother!

With a delicate cry, Xiao Wu summoned her spirit. She dashed forward in a single bound, her long legs flexing as she sprang into the air, aiming a powerful kick directly at Xiao Yu's chest.

Fool.

Xiao Yu sneered inwardly. Even Dai Mubai, a Soul Elder with three soul rings, had been easily dispatched by him in a head-on confrontation. Where did this twenty-ninth level Great Soul Master's courage come from, to dare attack him head-on?

Xiao Yu raised his hand to block, then swiftly caught Xiao Wu's slender leg in a counter-grip, pulling back with practiced ease.

"Ah!"

With a shrill cry, Xiao Wu was dragged into a perfect split and slammed heavily to the ground, her legs pressed flush against the floor.

"Xiao Wu!"

The God King Tang finally shook off the overwhelming humiliation. Seeing Xiao Wu thrown so forcefully, his anger intensified.

"First Soul Skill: Bind!"

His Blue Silver Grass spirit enveloped him, and a thick vine snaked from beneath, not targeting Xiao Yu, but instead wrapping around Xiao Wu's delicate form, yanking her back to his side.

"Xiao Wu, this man's soul power is surely above forty. Alone, neither of us can match him. Let's join forces!"

"Alright!" Xiao Wu nodded, her voice laced with hatred. "Brother, I won't stop until his own mother can't recognize him!"

"Yes!" Tang San nodded fiercely. He'd been the one slapped, after all. If he didn't beat Xiao Yu to death, it would be out of mercy.

"Two useless fools. Why all the chatter? If you're going to fight, hurry up!"

Xiao Yu's voice was cold and cutting. Unable to endure any longer, the God King Tang unleashed his first soul skill again—not just one vine as before, but hundreds of Blue Silver Grass tendrils exploded outward, growing wildly and surging from all sides toward Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu let out a cold laugh. Tang San hadn't awakened his Blue Silver Emperor yet, nor did he have the boosts of the Fiery Apricot and the Eight-Cornered Ice Grass. The Blue Silver Grass he released was nothing more than weeds before Xiao Yu.

He channeled his soul power, a robust aura swirling around him like an impenetrable iron wall. The Blue Silver Grass recoiled as if mice confronted by a cat, shrinking back in terror.

"First Soul Skill: Waist Bow!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu had lived and trained together at Notting Academy for six years; their tactics were perfectly synchronized.

Seeing Tang San's first soul skill fail to restrain Xiao Yu, Xiao Wu hid herself among the wildly growing vines, launching a sudden ambush.

If this move had been used against Dai Mubai at level thirty-seven, it might have been effective.

Unfortunately, they faced Xiao Yu, who had already broken through to Soul Emperor. Not only did he possess a hundred-thousand-year head soul bone, his spiritual power was formidable. Xiao Wu's tricks were entirely exposed.

Even if Xiao Wu managed to surprise him, her twenty-ninth level soul power—though she specialized in speed—appeared as slow as a snail in Xiao Yu's eyes.

"Never learn, do you!"

Xiao Yu snapped. As Xiao Wu drew near, he grabbed her ankle once more, his arm flexing as he flung her hard to the ground—this time, her face met the earth in a painful embrace.

"Second Soul Skill: Charm!"

Struggling to turn herself over, Xiao Wu's eyes flashed red as she forcibly activated her second soul ring.

A faint wave of spiritual power swept into Xiao Yu's mind.

"Fool. Has no one told you? When your opponent's soul power vastly exceeds yours, using mental skills only backfires!"

Xiao Yu shouted, his eyes wide, unleashing a terrifying surge of spiritual power like a sharp blade, tearing through Xiao Wu's charm attack.

"Ah!"

Stricken by the backlash, Xiao Wu felt as if countless needles stabbed her brain. Blood poured from her nose and mouth as she clutched her head, writhing and rolling on the ground, crying out in agony.

"Xiao Wu!"

Seeing Xiao Wu in such pain, Tang San snapped. His eyes fixed on Xiao Yu, murderous intent unmasked, desperate to tear him apart.

Even after his humiliating slap, Tang San had retained a shred of reason, wary of Xiao Yu's background and hoping only to vent his anger. But now, seeing Xiao Wu harmed, only one thought remained: kill Xiao Yu and avenge Xiao Wu!

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Tang San reached into his Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlight soul tool at his waist. A storm of hidden weapons shot through the air, raining down on Xiao Yu like petals scattered by the wind.

Xiao Yu laughed coldly. Without dodging, he grabbed the still-agonized rabbit and hurled her toward the incoming barrage.

"Bastard, how dare you!"

Tang San's expression changed dramatically. As a devoted brother, he couldn't bear his sister Xiao Wu getting hurt. He unleashed Ghost Shadow Step, moving with speed nearly invisible to the eye, snatching Xiao Wu with one arm while using his Jade Hands to deflect the hidden weapons with a series of crisp clangs.

"You’re despicable..."

Tang San turned to rebuke Xiao Yu, only to find a fist the size of a sandbag looming before him.

Thud!

Xiao Yu's punch landed squarely on Tang San's right eye, instantly giving him a half-panda face.

"You came at me with all those weapons, intending to take my life, and you expect me to play nice and talk about morals? What a joke!"

Xiao Yu showed no mercy, delivering another punch to Tang San's left eye, completing his panda visage.

"So you think you're righteous?"

"You think you're a saint?"

"I'll show you what double standards are! When you hit others, it's all about strength among soul masters; when others hit you, it's bullying, right?"

Xiao Yu taunted as his fists rained down relentlessly on Tang San.

To be fair, Tang San was tough. Anyone else would have begged for mercy under such a beating, but Tang San gritted his teeth in silence, his swollen eyes barely able to open, yet never leaving Xiao Yu, as if determined to remember his face forever.

No one knew how long Xiao Yu continued his assault. Only when he felt his frustration from past lives fully vented did he finally knock Tang San unconscious with a chop.

"You!"

Xiao Yu, like a villain, pointed at Dai Mubai, who stood trembling, afraid that Xiao Yu would beat him just as savagely.

Dai Mubai shivered again, terrified Xiao Yu would attack him next.

"Thank this guy. My anger's mostly spent, so I won't bother beating you!"

Xiao Yu said coolly, "Take care of him and the yellow-haired girl. Is that a problem?"

"No problem, no problem!" Dai Mubai nodded desperately, grabbing one in each hand and fleeing the hotel as fast as he could.

Watching their retreating figures, Xiao Yu's lips curled into a cold smile. Tang San, this is only the beginning. Our days together are far from over.

He turned and walked over to Ye Lingling and Huo Wu, saying lightly, "There's nothing interesting left here. Let's go."