"So young, and already a Soul Sect!" Zhao Wuji's heart trembled with shock; he became even more convinced that Jiang Chen's background was extraordinary.
From the soul power fluctuations Jiang Chen had released during the earlier battle, he had already reached the level of Soul Venerable. For two such monstrously talented young people not to come from a major power, Zhao Wuji would never believe it, even if beaten to death.
With this thought, the intense killing intent in his heart was forcibly suppressed. Jiang Chen had already called out his identity earlier; if he still dared to kill Jiang Chen in front of so many witnesses, he would never be able to conceal it from the power behind Jiang Chen.
But to let these two students be crippled while allowing Jiang Chen to leave unharmed—how could that be possible?
If he let Jiang Chen leave safely, how could he face his own students in the future?
"Kid, where are your elders?" Zhao Wuji asked.
"No need to be so cautious. My elders aren't here; only my two senior sisters are with me. What, are you scared?" Jiang Chen spoke without any politeness, immediately causing the veins on Zhao Wuji's forehead to bulge.
"Good, very good. Then I'll discipline you on behalf of your elders. Running wild outside comes with a price." Zhao Wuji sneered coldly as the second soul ring on his body lit up.
Under the effect of his soul ring skill, his palm instantly turned golden and grew twice as large, slapping toward the immobilized Jiang Chen.
Not far away, Ma Hongjun saw this scene and revealed an extremely satisfied expression.
Dai Mubai's gaze was somewhat complicated. He was filled with pride, yet today he had lost to a boy even younger than himself, and in the end, his teacher had to step in. It was utterly humiliating.
Jiang Chen watched the approaching palm with complete calm. There wasn't the slightest trace of panic on his face; instead, there was even a hint of mockery.
Zhao Wuji, whose palm was almost about to strike Jiang Chen, suddenly saw the strange smile on Jiang Chen's face and immediately felt a surge of unease.
At that moment, Zhao Wuji's heart pounded wildly. An intense sense of crisis overwhelmed him, followed by a mountain-like pressure crashing down from above.
The skill he had used on Jiang Chen was instantly shattered. Jiang Chen moved his feet and swiftly retreated to Bibi Dong's side.
Zhao Wuji stared in horror at the spot beside Bibi Dong, where a burly middle-aged man had stepped forward.
The middle-aged man was less than two meters tall, yet he filled Zhao Wuji with an extreme sense of danger.
A terrifying aura emanated from the middle-aged man, pressing down on Zhao Wuji like an overwhelming tide. Under this dreadful pressure, Zhao Wuji's knees gradually buckled.
"Titled Douluo! You're a Titled Douluo!" Zhao Wuji cried out in terror.
He was already over level seventy, a Soul Saint. Even a Soul Douluo could never force him to his knees with aura alone. Only a more powerful Titled Douluo could achieve this.
"That damned kid actually tricked me, saying there were no elders here." At this moment, Zhao Wuji truly hated Jiang Chen to the bone.
At the same time, an overwhelming fear filled his heart. Having offended a Titled Douluo, he, Zhao Wuji, and his three students would likely have to pay with their lives here today.
Dai Mubai and the others had faces ashen as death. Ma Hongjun was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.
"Roar!" Zhao Wuji let out a furious roar as he activated his Martial Soul True Body. His already two-and-a-half-meter-tall frame expanded even further. The exaggerated bulging muscles made him look no longer human, but more like the powerful Vajra Bear spirit beast.
The burly middle-aged man took a few steps and was already in front of Zhao Wuji. Though his body was much smaller than Zhao Wuji's current form, he exuded an aura of absolute dominance.
He didn't even release his martial soul. With a burst of terrifying soul power fluctuations, he struck a palm toward Zhao Wuji's chest.
Zhao Wuji raised his arm to block. That thick, sturdy arm was broken on the spot under this palm. Without pausing, the palm landed on his chest.
The rock-hard, muscle-bound chest was smashed like tofu under this strike, instantly reduced to a bloody mess.
Zhao Wuji vomited a large mouthful of blood. With just one strike, he had suffered severe internal injuries, and his spirit wilted.
The grave injuries prevented him from maintaining his Martial Soul True Body any longer, and he reverted to his original size.
The middle-aged man stopped and said coldly, "This is your punishment. Get lost!"
"Thank you… Thank you, Senior, for showing mercy." Zhao Wuji felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He hurriedly picked up the fainted Ma Hongjun.
Oscar supported Dai Mubai, and the group fled in terror.
Jiang Chen's gaze carried a trace of pity. These people thought they could escape with their lives, but they probably wouldn't survive the night.
After all, this was within the Heaven Dou Empire. Even a small town had soldiers stationed. Killing in public would inevitably attract official attention.
Though they weren't afraid, it would still cause considerable trouble.
The surrounding crowd scattered in panic. Under the Titled Douluo's earlier pressure, they had nearly lost control of their bladders and now wished they had grown extra legs to run faster.
Bibi Dong turned to Chrysanthemum Douluo and asked, "What's the background of this Soul Saint?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's enchanting face smiled with disdain. "Just a stray dog on the run. This Zhao Wuji is ruthless. Eight years ago, when he was still a Soul Emperor, he offended our Spirit Hall. I ordered sixteen white-clothed bishops at the Soul Emperor level to hunt him down. He had some skill and managed to break through and escape. He hasn't shown himself in all these years, didn't expect to run into him here today."
Zhao Wuji had never met the higher-ups of Spirit Hall, so naturally, he couldn't recognize Bibi Dong or these elders. But from the moment he entered, Chrysanthemum Douluo had already identified him.
Bibi Dong said indifferently, "He's somewhat capable. But since there's already enmity between us, deal with him. Make it clean."
"Understood." Chrysanthemum Douluo sneered coldly and drifted away.
After such a commotion, Jiang Chen and the others lost all appetite and went upstairs.
Inside Bibi Dong's room, the master and two disciples sat together.
"Little Chen, your performance was excellent. Rich combat experience, and you could remain calm under a Soul Saint's pressure, your mental state is quite good," Bibi Dong praised.
"Na Na, you should learn from your junior brother. Charm isn't the only thing you can rely on. If one day your soul skills can't be used, what will keep you alive is rich combat experience."
"Teacher, I understand," Hu Liena said.
"Teacher, don't worry. Senior Sister's combat experience is lacking—I'll teach her," Jiang Chen said.
"Mm, that's fine. You two should practice diligently from now on. You'll need it soon," Bibi Dong instructed.
"Alright, you two go out now. I want to bathe and rest."
"Yes, Teacher."
Jiang Chen and Hu Liena left Bibi Dong's room.
"Little Chen, I'm sorry. It was wrong of Senior Sister to provoke that fight earlier and put you in danger," Hu Liena said with a face full of apology.
When she saw the Soul Saint targeting Jiang Chen earlier, her heart had nearly jumped out of her chest.
Jiang Chen shook his head. "It's not your fault. Even if you hadn't teased that little fatty, I still would have acted. You're my senior sister, how could I let him insult you? Not even with looks or words!"
"Mm." Hu Liena felt somewhat moved.
"Rest early. We still have to travel tomorrow," Jiang Chen said.
Hu Liena had originally harbored some small thoughts, but remembering Bibi Dong was right next door, she could only give up and obediently return to cultivate and rest.
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