"Thank..." The purple-haired woman felt the changes within her body—not only were her injuries healed, but her spirit power had also subtly increased. She quickly stood up and thanked Yu Qing. Her originally cold and vigilant eyes were now filled with astonishment and gratitude.
The short-haired girl beside her also stood up with a *whoosh*, subconsciously touching her chest and abdomen, her face full of disbelief—her nearly shattered Spirit and heavily injured body had now recovered completely, her spirit power abundant, and her condition was even better than before!
Yu Qing waved his hand casually, his gaze still fixed on the ashen-faced Zhao Wuji, his arms crossed as he sneered:
"You're quite arrogant, Zhao Wuji Zhao Wuji?"
He had naturally heard of the name Zhao Wuji. Two years ago, this man had broken through the encirclement of several Spirit Emperors and Spirit Kings from Spirit Hall to escape with his life. Yu Qing just hadn't expected that the current Zhao Wuji had already advanced to Spirit Saint.
Tsk, according to the original work, he should still be a Spirit Emperor at this point in time, right? It seems the timeline has deviated. Yu Qing pondered inwardly.
Having his name called out directly, Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes, and alarm bells went off in his heart.
Those two leaves were too bizarre! He had clearly intended to kill them just now; The Two Women were severely injured. To instantly heal them would require at least a healing-type Spirit Douluo. Yet the opponent had merely taken out two leaves casually... "Might I ask who you are...?" Zhao Wuji asked cautiously, his tone unconsciously carrying a hint of respect.
He had no choice but to back down. Anyone who could casually produce life-saving spiritual medicine of that level must have profound spirit power, especially since he couldn't sense any spirit power fluctuations from the other party!
"Guess?" Yu Qing looked indifferent, his gaze treating Zhao Wuji like a mere clown.
Trying to play mind games with me? When I was exiled by my clan and fighting Spirit Beasts in the wilderness, you were probably still playing in the mud somewhere! Yu Qing sneered internally.
"Are you truly not putting me, Zhao Wuji, in your eyes?" Zhao Wuji shouted sternly, trying to cover his nervousness with volume.
With his explosive temper, he would have attacked long ago, but now he was afraid! He feared that this guy who looked like a beggar might actually be a Titled Douluo... "Oh? Why should I put you in my eyes?" Yu Qing countered with a smile, "Just because you're still wanted by Spirit Hall? That doesn't sound like something worth bragging about, does it?"
His finger suddenly pointed at the burly youth: "And you! Arrogant, self-important, causing trouble whenever you please, showing no reverence for the strong—relying on a bit of talent and the protection of your teachers and elders, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. You're simply trash!"
Perhaps because he had just advanced to Titled Douluo, Yu Qing was full of confidence, and having seen through the youth's limited, purple fortune destined for an early demise, he unceremoniously switched to taunt mode.
"Thinking you're above everyone else just because you have good talent? You deserve a beating!"
When had the burly youth ever suffered such humiliation? His eyes immediately split with rage. Throwing caution to the wind, he activated his spirit rings and howled as he pounced toward Yu Qing!
However—
"Smack!"
Yu Qing didn't even seem to move clearly; a backhand slap, executed at extreme speed, sent the youth flying dozens of meters, where he crashed heavily into the wall!
Before the youth could slide down the wall, Yu Qing's figure flickered, appearing before him like a ghost. Another slap came from the opposite direction, hitting him back like a sandbag!
"A rookie Spirit Ancestor, is this the capital for your arrogance?" Yu Qing shook his hand, as if wiping off something dirty. "You don't even qualify for me to use spirit power."
The burly youth's cheeks were highly swollen, making him look like a pig's head. He lay on the ground whimpering, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief.
Zhao Wuji was both shocked and enraged. Shocked by the speed of Yu Qing's attack, which even he, a Spirit Saint, couldn't clearly see; enraged that the opponent completely disregarded him, beating his student right in front of him!
"Zhao Wuji, you just said, 'If your skill is inferior, you deserve to die,' didn't you?" Yu Qing finally turned his gaze back to Zhao Wuji, slowly opening his right hand.
A purple leaf, wreathed in gold patterns and emitting a rich vital aura, slowly materialized in his palm.
Although it seemed like a standard "trash Spirit," the moment it appeared, a strong sense of unease surged in Zhao Wuji's heart!
And the scene that followed made his pupils contract sharply, chilling him to the bone—
Beneath Yu Qing's feet, nine spirit rings rose one by one. The brilliant light illuminated the entire restaurant, and the terrifying aura made everyone gasp for breath:
Purple! Purple! Black! Black! Black! Black! Red! Red! Red!
Those three blood-red spirit rings emitted a suffocating, terrifying pressure, bathing the entire restaurant in a chilling, bloody hue!
Nine rings! A Titled Douluo!
And what kind of demonic spirit ring configuration was that?! The first spirit ring was a thousand years purple! Starting from the third spirit ring, they were ten thousand years black! And the final three rings were the legendary hundred thousand years red rings!
Had this world gone mad?!
[Ding! Detected that the host actively displayed strength and created a powerful image, conforming to the 'Charm Halo' application criteria. The awe and curiosity of the opposite sex present toward the host have significantly increased.]
Oh? There's an effect like this too? Yu Qing's heart stirred.
"My name is Yu Qing, a Level 94 Titled Douluo, Title: Leaf Emperor." Yu Qing's tone was calm, yet carried the might to crush everything. "Please advise."
Zhao Wuji was utterly despairing, his face as pale as paper. He finally understood what kind of iron plate he had kicked.
"Well then, Zhao Wuji, are you ready?" Yu Qing smiled slightly, a smile that looked more terrifying than the God of Death to Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji wore a bitter expression—Ready to die?
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fear in his heart, lowered his head, and spoke with extreme humility: "Your Excellency, Zhao Wuji is willing to face death and accept any punishment, I only beg you to show mercy and spare these ignorant students of Shrek..."
Yu Qing raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised that this guy was quite loyal. "Relax, this seat never intended for you to die."
Hearing this, Zhao Wuji immediately breathed a sigh of relief—No need to die, that's great! He quickly thanked him: "Thank you for your grace, Your Excellency, for sparing my life!" But internally, he was howling madly: What kind of terrible luck do I have?!
Before he could finish his thought, he felt an irresistible, mountain-toppling force slam into his chest!
"Bang—!"
Zhao Wuji didn't even see how Yu Qing attacked; his entire body flew backward as if struck by a primordial giant beast! His bones seemed to shatter inch by inch, his internal organs instantly ruptured, and a mouthful of blood mixed with organ fragments sprayed out as his consciousness rapidly blurred!
I'm going to die, I'm going to die... This was his last thought before his consciousness plunged into darkness.
But the next moment, a vast and pure life energy instantly surged into his fragmented body, forcibly dragging him back from the brink of death! Yu Qing had appeared beside him at some point and flicked a purple leaf into his mouth.
His injuries instantly recovered completely! Even old hidden injuries were healed!
Before Zhao Wuji could recover from this extreme near-death experience, another terrifying force came from below, accurately kicking him in the abdomen!
"Awooo—!"
He screamed miserably, spiraling upward like a soccer ball that had been shot, soaring hundreds of meters into the sky!
Yu Qing stepped through the air, effortlessly catching up. He steadily caught the falling Zhao Wuji, who was rolling his eyes due to hypoxia and dizziness, and when Zhao Wuji was only half-conscious, Yu Qing stuffed another purple leaf into his mouth.
The recovered Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and saw Yu Qing's face, bearing a playful smile, inches away.
He squeezed out a smile uglier than crying, his voice trembling: "Your Excellency... just give me a quick death..." This feeling of repeatedly dying and reviving was more agonizing than dying outright!
"Alright, I'll satisfy you." Yu Qing readily agreed, grabbed his ankle, and tossed him upward like a chain ball!
Zhao Wuji shot towards the high sky like a cannonball! Yu Qing's figure flashed, appearing above him as if teleporting, and the third punch slammed down, hitting him squarely in the chest!
"Pfff—!"
Zhao Wuji's eyeballs bulged suddenly, his chest visibly caved in, and the sprayed blood drew a tragic arc in the air as he plummeted toward the ground like a meteor!
Under Yu Qing's precise spirit power control, he was supported by a gentle force at the last moment before hitting the ground, slowing the impact, and then caught casually by Yu Qing. Another purple leaf entered his mouth, and his injuries recovered once again—though this time, he wasn't completely healed; Yu Qing deliberately left two ribs improperly set, considering it a minor warning.
"All done." Yu Qing clapped his hands, his tone as relaxed as if he had just finished warming up.
Zhao Wuji looked at him with terror, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably. Three punches, three near-death experiences, three times pulled back... That extreme agony of repeatedly crossing the Gates of Hell cast a deep shadow over his heart.
"C-can I take the students and leave now?" Zhao Wuji asked cautiously, his voice hoarse.
"Suit yourself." Yu Qing waved his hand, no longer looking at him, and turned to walk towards the burly youth who was trembling and paralyzed on the ground.
Seeing Yu Qing approach, the youth was scared out of his wits, scrambling backward using both hands and feet.
"Trash." Yu Qing spoke indifferently, "On the Douluo Continent, the strong are respected; this is an iron rule. Before you grow up, no matter how good your talent is, it is meaningless."
"Yet you yourself are still a weakling who needs to rely on others. Remember today's lesson; perhaps it will allow you to live a bit longer in the future."
Having said that, he ignored the opponent.
His gaze turned to The Two Women, who were leaning tightly together, looking at him with nervousness mixed with a hint of adoration—their fortune had actually transformed into a deep black tinged with red, like a phoenix reborn!
[Ding! Detected high-quality potential Dao Companions (2 individuals). Their talent and destiny have undergone a beneficial transformation following the host's intervention.]
A decent harvest. Yu Qing's heart stirred slightly.
He walked slowly toward The Two Women. His tall figure brought a sense of oppression, but his face carried a seemingly easygoing smile:
"What are your names?"