With that furious roar, several sounds of something slicing through the air rang out in succession.
Tang San burst out of the ruins, his clothes torn and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
Yet several hidden weapons were already clasped between the fingers of both hands.
His wrists snapped rapidly.
A dozen streaks of cold light traced strange arcs through the sunlight, sealing off every possible avenue of escape around Ning Que.
The Tang Sect hidden-weapon technique—Goddess Scattering Flowers.
Ning Que stood where he was without even raising an eyelid.
Every hidden weapon passed straight through his body and embedded itself in the yellow earth behind him, kicking up a few wisps of dust.
Not a drop of blood.
Not a single wound.
The instant the hidden weapons pierced through him, Ning Que’s body rippled slightly.
After the ripples subsided, his body returned to normal.
He turned his head and glanced at Tang San.
Physical attacks were completely useless against him.
Hidden weapons were no exception—even the most powerful hidden weapons were incapable of harming him.
Tang San had thrown everything he could, using every hidden weapon he had available, only to watch helplessly as every single one missed.
The fury on his face turned into shock, then despair.
His lips trembled as he shook his head in disbelief.
“This!
How?!” “Looks like you’re still not quite there.” Ning Que withdrew his gaze and raised his foot again.
Light began gathering beneath his sole.
“Kid!
Don’t push your luck!” Zhao Wuji’s furious shout exploded from behind him.
He no longer held back.
Golden soul power surged from his body like tangible waves as his Vigorous Vajra Bear martial soul fully possessed him.
His body grew even larger, his muscles twisting like forged iron.
Seven soul rings lit up beneath his feet in unison—two yellow, two purple, and three black.
The full pressure of a Soul Saint erupted without restraint.
Zhao Wuji had decades of combat experience.
After his palm had passed through Ning Que earlier, he had immediately figured out the weakness of his elementalization.
The attack had to be infused with soul power.
This time, a layer of thick golden soul power covered his enormous palm.
His five fingers spread wide as he reached for Ning Que once more.
“Not bad.
You’re smarter than you look…” Ning Que chuckled and shifted slightly to the side.
With the speed of light, his entire body became a fleeting afterimage.
Zhao Wuji’s massive palm brushed past the edge of his clothes.
Another grab missed.
“So fast!” Zhao Wuji wasn’t stunned for more than a few seconds.
This was a Soul Saint going all out.
Although his own speed wasn’t his strong suit, the fact that this kid could evade him proved that his talent was far beyond what Zhao Wuji had expected.
But if he allowed the boy to continue behaving so recklessly, where would Shrek’s dignity go?
He stomped down hard.
The yellow earth beneath his feet exploded into a deep crater.
Using the force of the recoil, he forcibly shifted several feet to the side and positioned himself directly in front of Tang San, clearly intending to block and protect him.
“Come on…” Ning Que sighed when he saw this.
His voice carried genuine, undisguised helplessness.
“I just want to settle a personal grudge.
Can’t you stop getting in the way?” As he spoke, he took another step forward.
“Besides, he’s not even a student of Shrek Academy.” “Kid.” Zhao Wuji’s expression became more serious.
“I know you’re from a prestigious background, but this isn’t a place where you can do whatever you want.” Despite saying that, his feet remained firmly planted.
After their two exchanges, Zhao Wuji had already gotten a rough idea of Ning Que’s abilities.
His speed was so fast that even a Soul Saint like Zhao Wuji could barely keep up with his afterimages.
His strength was enough to send Zhao Wuji flying with a single kick when Zhao Wuji wasn’t using his full strength.
And then there was that strange soul skill.
Only attacks infused with soul power could touch his true body.
In the world of soul masters, the most troublesome opponents weren’t necessarily those with the greatest strength or the fastest speed.
The truly troublesome ones were those who possessed both speed and strength while remaining almost impossible to hit.
This kid had all three.
Zhao Wuji had spent decades fighting his way through the soul master world and had encountered countless geniuses.
But there were only a handful of geniuses who could make him feel this much pressure.
“I guess there’s no other choice.” Ning Que’s voice remained lazy, but light had already begun gathering beneath his foot once more.
He didn’t want to drag this out any longer.
Since Zhao Wuji insisted on blocking him, then he’d just beat Zhao Wuji down along with Tang San.
It didn’t matter whether he beat one person or two.
He’d finish quickly and go back to sleep.
His foot had just lifted half an inch when— A killing intent descended from the heavens.
Precise.
Pure.
The killing intent didn’t spread or affect anyone else.
Even Zhao Wuji, who was standing right beside him, didn’t notice the slightest trace of it.
It locked onto only one person.
Ning Que’s movement abruptly stopped.
His raised foot froze in midair.
The pause lasted for an extremely brief moment.
So brief that aside from Ning Que himself and the owner of that killing intent, no one else noticed.
He turned his head slightly.
From the corner of his eye, his gaze swept past the crooked wooden posts and the dilapidated thatched roof before landing beneath the shadow of the branches of an old, crooked tree in the distance.
A man stood there, his entire body wrapped in a tattered black robe.
His face and figure were impossible to make out.
Only a pair of murky yet frighteningly sharp eyes could be seen beneath the shadow of his hood.
“Tang Hao…” Ning Que’s pale golden pupils narrowed slightly.
Only slightly.
His expression otherwise remained unchanged.
The killing intent of a Titled Douluo would have been enough to make an ordinary person weak in the knees.
Yet Ning Que merely tilted his head, as though examining a troublesome obstacle that had suddenly appeared in his path.
You want to stop me?
He withdrew his gaze.
The light beneath his foot brightened once more.
So what if he were a Titled Douluo?
It wasn’t as though he had never experienced the pressure of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo before.
This level of threat wasn’t enough to make him change his mind.
However, just as he was about to ignore the killing intent and attack anyway, it suddenly shifted.
The killing intent abruptly withdrew from Ning Que.
There was no hesitation.
No transition.
It cleanly redirected toward the other side of the field.
Toward the little witch who stood there with her hands on her hips, proudly enjoying the sight of her fiancé dominating everyone.
Ning Rongrong.
Her smile was still on her face.
The corners of her lips were raised high, and her eyes had curved into crescent moons.
She hadn’t even realized what was happening.
The instant Ning Que sensed the shift, his figure disappeared from where he stood.
In the next moment, he was already standing in front of Ning Rongrong.
“What is it, Ning Que?” Ning Rongrong curiously poked half her head out from behind him.
She still hadn’t figured out what was happening.
All she could see was Ning Que’s back blocking her view, his golden hair gently fluttering in the wind as he stood straight and tall.
Ning Que’s carefree expression faded.
If he were alone, he naturally wouldn’t be afraid of the Titled Douluo hiding in the darkness.
At worst, they’d fight.
Then he’d run.
Once he activated his elementalization, physical attacks were useless against him anyway.
If he couldn’t win, he could always escape.
There wasn’t anyone in this world faster than him.
Not even a Titled Douluo.
But if Rongrong was here…
Ning Que lowered his eyes.
What a hassle.
After only a moment of thought, he spread his hands and returned to his usual lazy demeanor.
“Fine, fine.
You win, okay?” Although he said that, Zhao Wuji didn’t relax in the slightest.
Tang San didn’t even dare let out a breath.
Who knew whether Ning Que might suddenly attack again?
Ning Rongrong, on the other hand, felt that he’d already taught them enough of a lesson.
Since Ning Que had said that, then that was that.
She once again wrapped both hands around Ning Que’s arm and proudly lifted her chin toward Tang San, looking extremely provocative.
End of Chapter