The next morning, Yuan Longxuan was awakened by a loud commotion outside. The noise came from the academy's main gate.
Without a second thought, he grabbed a white robe from his collection and stepped out casually.
At the entrance, a confrontation was already unfolding.
"Han Ruyan, I suggest you hand them over, or there's no way your academy can stop the three of us Soul Douluos!"
A dark-skinned, burly middle-aged man stood at the gate, glaring at Han Ruyan. Behind him were two tall, muscular men, both radiating dangerous energy. Between them was a young man covered in bandages, his presence equally threatening.
Han Ruyan remained calm, her face cold as ice. "I can assure you, there is no one here you are looking for. If you do not leave immediately, do not blame me for being merciless."
The burly man sneered. "Don't hand them over? Then I'll just have to crush Tianshui Academy. I've heard your academy is full of beautiful girls. Maybe I'll take a few back for my disciples to enjoy. Don't blame me for being cruel."
He was confident. Tianshui Academy, though prestigious, had no backing. It was a civilian academy founded by Han Ruyan herself. Even if he destroyed it, no one would punish him.
His anger was fueled by a personal grievance. His only son had been incapacitated, and he would not hold back.
"Enough talk. First, we'll take down Han Ruyan, then destroy her students!" one of the accompanying Soul Douluos said impatiently.
Hearing that, the burly man's eyes turned cold. The academy had apparently harbored the person who had harmed his son. That could not go unanswered.
"Teachers!"
Just then, the Tianshui Academy's elite team arrived. Shui Bing'er, Shui Yue'er, Xue Wu, and the others ran up, ready to fight.
"Ice'er! Yue'er! Go back! This isn't your battlefield!" Han Ruyan shouted, her voice filled with concern for her students.
The battle began immediately.
"Sixth Soul Skill, Tiger Claw of Devouring!"
"Eighth Soul Skill, Wrath of the Earth Dragon!"
Han Ruyan turned swiftly, countering the attacks. The two Soul Douluos tried to strike her small abdomen—where a soul master stores their energy—but she was faster.
"Seventh Soul Skill, True Ice Dragon Spear!"
"Sixth Soul Skill, Ice Dragon Emergence!"
Using her martial spirit and advanced skills, Han Ruyan deflected the attacks effortlessly. One of the sneaking Soul Douluos even had their shoulder impaled by her attack in return.
But just as she was defending, a massive figure appeared behind her.
"Did you forget I'm also here? Level 89 Soul Douluo, don't think you can escape me!"
It was the burly man, Tiger Meng. He aimed a heavy palm toward Han Ruyan's abdomen, a strike that could severely harm a soul master. A serious blow could set back her cultivation by decades.
"Teacher!!" Shui Bing'er and the others shouted, but everything happened too quickly.
Suddenly, another figure appeared in front of Han Ruyan. Tiger Meng's strike was stopped in mid-air.
Yuan Longxuan, wearing a white sleep robe and rabbit slippers, had returned. His calm voice carried across the battlefield.
"You're looking for the one who incapacitated your son? Here I am."
Tiger Meng froze. His son had been incapacitated by this young man. In a rage, he tried to strike Yuan Longxuan, but found his hand firmly held.
"Crack… crack… crack…"
The sound of bones breaking filled the air as Yuan Longxuan crushed Tiger Meng's arm like twisting dough, then neatly tied it with soul power into a convenient knot.
"Looks like you and your son share the same character. Never mind, with both of you out of the way, your sect can't be much good either," Yuan Longxuan said casually, shrugging.
He lifted Tiger Meng into the air with soul power, leaving the two sneaking Soul Douluos frozen in place. One of them still had an Ice Dragon Spear embedded in their shoulder, yet dared not move.
From below, a bright blue sword erupted from a magical nine-colored jade box, aimed directly at the enemy.
"Shui Han, strike at his chest!" Yuan Longxuan commanded.
The battlefield froze as everyone realized the balance had shifted. With Yuan Longxuan protecting the academy, the Black Tiger Sect would have to retreat—or face complete destruction.
Tianshui Academy's students and teachers finally felt relief. With Yuan Longxuan and Han Ruyan at the forefront, the academy was safe.
The Black Tiger Sect had underestimated the academy. Now, it was clear: any threat to Tianshui Academy would first have to pass through Yuan Longxuan.
With a single move from Yuan Longxuan's hand, a mysterious nine-colored jade box suddenly appeared beside him. Almost instantly, a gap opened in the box, and an icy blue divine sword shot out like lightning!
"Whoosh!"
The sword pierced straight into Tiger Meng's chest. His eyes were wide with disbelief. He couldn't imagine that this young man had such terrifying power, nor could he believe someone would dare kill him openly in front of everyone!
Even though Tiger Meng was a Soul Douluo, and could endure a heavy blow for a short time, he now faced a horrifying reality: he would watch his sect crumble before his eyes.
The icy blue sword returned almost immediately to Yuan Longxuan's hand. The teachers and students of Tianshui Academy, including Han Ruyan, were left speechless by his display.
"You… you killed my son…" Tiger Meng gasped, his voice weak.
Yuan Longxuan shook his head calmly. "I won't harm you directly. But your entire family will face me in the underworld."
At that moment, nine blood-colored soul rings appeared behind Yuan Longxuan, each one swirling like a fiery abyss. Even the two Black Tiger Sect Soul Douluo elders, along with Han Ruyan and the academy teachers and students, could not move.
"First Soul Skill, Second Form: The Sigh of the Ice Snow God, Hundred-Flower Ice Burial!" Yuan Longxuan whispered.
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