"Who are you? How dare you barge into the Heaven Dou Royal Academy without permission!"
Seeing that the newcomer was a Soul Sage, Qin Ming was greatly alarmed. However, with so many people around, he clenched his teeth and forced himself to maintain a calm demeanor, not wanting to show any sign of fear.
"Who I am, do you truly not know?"
The White-robed Soul Saint curled his lips into a cold smile, as if mocking Qin Ming's ignorance.
He then walked up to Gu Feng, slightly bowed, and spoke in a respectful tone, "Young Master, are you alright?"
Gu Feng shook his head slightly, indicating that he was unharmed.
"Since my young master is safe and sound, it's time to settle the score with you."
A cold glint flashed in the White-robed Soul Saint's eyes.
He had been adopted by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School since childhood. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, without the protection and cultivation of the sect, he would not have achieved the position of a Soul Sage. He might not even have awakened his Martial Soul and would have starved to death in some forgotten corner.
His gratitude towards the sect was deeply rooted in his heart, and he was determined to seek justice for his young master.
As the saying goes, one who eats the ruler's grain should share the ruler's worries.
"Everyone, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is handling official business. All unrelated personnel, disperse immediately!"
The White-robed Soul Saint raised a token emblazoned with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, his authoritative voice echoing throughout the area.
As soon as he finished speaking, the long queue that had formed earlier scattered like startled birds.
"This young boy is actually from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!"
"Judging by the way he's being treated, his status must be quite high. To have a Soul Sage as his personal guard, could he be the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"
"Oh no, oh no, did he hear what we were saying about him earlier?"
"Don't overthink it. With his status, why would he bother with a minor noble like you?"
Qin Ming's expression turned extremely grim. Clenching his teeth, he cupped his fists and asked, "May I ask what you intend to do? Even if you are from one of the top three sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you can't act without reason, can you?"
Gu Feng couldn't help but smirk, as if he had heard the biggest joke of all. He sneered, "Reason? When you were pressing me step by step, did you ever think of the word 'reason'? Now that you see a Soul Sage, you start to cower? Truly a bully who only picks on the weak."
"Kid, I advise you to be sensible and beg for my young master's forgiveness."
The White-robed Soul Saint took a step forward, exuding a powerful oppressive aura that loomed over Qin Ming like a dark cloud.
"Otherwise, hmph..."
He let out a cold laugh, leaving the threat unfinished, but the unspoken words hung like the sword of Damocles, sending chills down everyone's spine.
The pressure from a Soul Sage was not something Qin Ming, a mere Soul Grandmaster, could withstand. In an instant, his face turned as pale as a ghost, and his body swayed unsteadily. At this critical moment, he suddenly remembered something Flender had once told him.
Veins bulged on Qin Ming's forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down his face. Under the immense pressure, he barely managed to squeeze out the words:
"Please reconsider, senior. My strength may be insignificant, but I have a senior who serves as a elder in the Spirit Hall, and he is the youngest elder in the Spirit Hall!"
Hearing this, the White-robed Soul Saint's heart skipped a beat. His previously poised movements froze, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.
An elder of the Spirit Hall? That would mean a Titled Douluo!
Seeing the Soul Saint hesitate before him, Qin Ming's lips curled slightly, and a sense of indescribable superiority welled up in his heart. He thought to himself, "I never expected that after graduating from Shrek Academy, I would still be able to enjoy the blessings and protection of Shrek."
"Hmph, what does your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School amount to? Can it compare to the Spirit Hall?"
"My senior is the youngest elder of the Spirit Hall."
The White-robed Soul Saint's expression was complicated as he turned to look at Gu Feng, hesitating as he said, "Young Master, this..."
Provoking an unknown Titled Douluo without permission, even with the backing of Bone Douluo, would likely result in punishment.
Hearing this, Gu Feng burst into laughter, "Hahahaha!"
Qin Ming, both embarrassed and furious, glared at him, "What are you laughing at?"
Gu Feng finally managed to stop laughing, a hint of mockery still on his face as he sneered, "I'm laughing at your stupidity, Qin Ming. Do you even know what level a Spirit Hall elder is? You just casually claim he's the youngest elder."
"As far as I know, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent is Tang Hao. Could it be that your senior is Tang Hao?"
Which elder of the Spirit Hall isn't a Titled Douluo?
How many years has Shrek Academy been established? Could it really have produced a Titled Douluo?
Qin Ming's face alternated between pale and green. Humiliated by Gu Feng's taunts, he was filled with anger but had no retort. His eyes darted around as he tried to maintain his composure, "Whether my senior is Tang Hao or not is none of your business. In any case, if you offend me, the Spirit Hall will definitely not let this go!"
Despite his words, the slight tremble in his voice betrayed his lack of confidence.
"Alright, I'd like to see if the Spirit Hall will really stand up for you."
Gu Feng's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile, his eyes filled with disdain. With an elegant motion, he retrieved a pitch-black, gleaming rod from his Soul Guidance Device and casually handed it to the White-robed Soul Saint, nodding slightly to signal him to act.
"Got it, Young Master. Just watch."
The White-robed Soul Saint grinned, revealing a row of sharp, white teeth, like a predator spotting its prey.
He first cracked his neck, producing a series of crisp "crack" sounds, then flexed his wrists, the joints popping loudly. With that, he strode confidently toward Qin Ming.
Qin Ming's expression changed drastically. He wanted to run, but how could he possibly outrun a Soul Saint?
In the blink of an eye, the White-robed Soul Saint was in front of Qin Ming. Without a word, he swung the rod toward Qin Ming's thigh.
One strike to the leg to prevent escape!
"Thud!"
A dull thud echoed as Qin Ming felt a sharp pain in his thigh. His knee buckled, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. Before he could recover, the second strike was already aimed at his mouth.
Two strikes to the mouth to prevent screaming!
The rod moved with incredible speed, accompanied by a "whooshing" sound. Qin Ming had no time to dodge. He felt a sharp pain in his cheek, and a trickle of blood immediately seeped from the corner of his mouth. His head was knocked to the side.
Then, the third strike landed heavily on his waist.
This strike was delivered with full force, causing Qin Ming to arch his back and curl up like a cooked shrimp. A pained groan escaped his lips, and he could no longer straighten his body.
The White-robed Soul Saint seemed to have lost all restraint, striking without mercy. Each swing of his staff carried immense force, one blow after another, leaving Qin Ming with no chance to fight back.
As the saying goes, the staff is wielded with strength, the fist with grace, the foot with precision, and every strike with intent.
"Ah!!!"
In this one-sided and brutal "battle," Qin Ming could only endure the beating, letting out agonized cries as he rolled on the ground, the scene utterly pitiful.
(End of Chapter)