Chapter 28 The overwhelming power of the Thousand-Stroke Cypress Sword Immortal! Unrivaled in the mortal realm! Xiao Wu begs for mercy in tears!
Sword?
Flander subconsciously looked at Qian Daobai's waist, which was completely empty. There wasn't even a scabbard, let alone a sword.
But the moment the thought arose in his mind, an indescribable, piercingly sharp aura enveloped his entire body without warning.
That wasn't murderous intent, nor was it oppressive power.
It was a pure sword intent, seemingly capable of slicing through the soul.
Flander felt a slight tingling on his skin, his hair stood on end, his heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and even breathing became difficult.
His soul power was frantically issuing warnings within his body, every cell screaming out two words.
Danger!
Run!
Flander staggered back two large steps, the light of the seven spirit rings beneath his feet becoming somewhat disordered.
He stared in horror at Qian Daobai, his mind reeling.
How could that be!
He didn't even reveal his martial spirit, nor did he draw his sword. Just a single word or thought was enough to instill such a strong sense of fear in me!
This kind of strength...
A thought that he could hardly believe surged wildly into Flander's mind.
Able to see through the disguise of a 100,000-year-old soul beast at a glance...
He could suppress a level 76 Soul Saint like me with his sword intent, rendering him unable to move...
This...this is definitely the level of a Title Douluo!
Titled Douluo?!
Flander's gaze was fixed on Qian Daobai's excessively young face, and his heart clenched painfully.
How old is he?
Such a young Title Douluo?!
Flander looked down at the seven proud spirit rings at his feet, and at that moment, he felt it was so ironic and so glaring.
I, Flander, consider myself a genius, and after cultivating for most of my life, I have only just reached the Soul Saint realm.
But with my limited strength, I'm probably no different from an ant that he could crush with a flick of his wrist.
What can I use to save people?
Why should I save people?
Go up and fight him to the death? That's suicide!
Fear overwhelmed Flander's reason like a tidal wave.
The anger and solemnity on his face vanished instantly, replaced by an almost obsequious respect.
"Yes...it was my fault for not recognizing your greatness!"
Flanders bowed deeply to Qian Daobai, lowering his posture to the lowest possible level.
"I apologize for disturbing you!"
He looked up, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"Your discerning eye is so sharp that you were able to see through this beast's disguise at a glance. It is truly a blessing for the continent!"
"To capture this kind of soul beast that is waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble in advance, so as to prevent her from harming the world in the future, is truly a righteous act!"
Flander's tone was full of "sincerity," as if the person who had just stood up for the student was not him at all.
"In that case, I won't disturb you any longer as you deal with this soul beast."
"Farewell! Farewell!"
Before he could finish speaking, the four pairs of wings on Flander's back suddenly flapped.
He didn't even dare to look at Qian Daobai again, let alone wait for the other party's response.
Without looking back, he transformed into a streak of light and fled in panic in the direction he had come from, using the fastest speed he had ever traveled.
The night wind whistled past his ears, but Flander's heart was still pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode.
Xiao Wu...
If they fall into this person's hands, their chances of survival are slim!
This young Title Douluo is an unprecedentedly terrifying existence!
...
Outside Luoyun City, the night was as thick as ink.
"Phew, the setup is almost done..."
Tang San's figure darted swiftly among the grass and shadows of the trees. With a flick of his fingers, he silently arranged dragon whisker needles, each shimmering with a ghostly blue light, along the predetermined path.
The position of each needle was precisely calculated, seamlessly blending with the surrounding blue silver grass to form a deadly net.
The moment that young man in white robes steps into this area, he will be met with a baptism of poisoned hidden weapons.
Dai Mubai stood on a large tree not far away, his evil eyes flashing with cold light as he vigilantly observed the movements around him.
Zhu Zhuqing, like a ghost, lurked in the shadows on the other side, concealing her aura to the extreme.
Oscar and Ning Rongrong were positioned further back, ready to provide assistance at any time.
The trap is ready.
The night wind blew, the grass rustled, making the quiet night feel even more oppressive.
Tang San stood up and completed the last arrangement, but the inexplicable unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
He looked up toward the city, his brow furrowed.
"I wonder how Xiaowu is doing?"
His voice was soft, yet it clearly reached Dai Mubai's ears in the tree.
"Don't worry, San'er."
Dai Mubai's voice came from above, carrying his usual confidence.
"Don't you trust Xiao Wu's strength? Besides, she seems harmless on the surface. I don't think that person would lay a hand on Xiao Wu, not to mention that Dean Flander is secretly protecting her."
"Don't worry too much."
Yeah?
Tang San asked himself the question, but didn't say it aloud.
He looked up again at the cold, round moon in the sky, and the unease in his heart grew wildly like vines, making it hard for him to breathe.
...
Under the same moonlight.
Qian Daobai carried Xiao Wu and walked slowly back to the Luoyun City Inn.
His hand was like an iron clamp, seemingly casually resting on the back of Xiao Wu's neck, but sealing off all the pathways for the flow of soul power within her body.
Xiao Wu was unwilling to accept this.
Just now, taking advantage of the moment when Qian Daobai turned to avoid a rock, she used all her remaining soul power to try to concentrate it at her fingertips and launch a surprise attack.
However, there was a sudden change in the soul power.
A vast, ocean-like, and mountain-like power surged from that palm.
It instantly shattered the soul power she had painstakingly gathered, leaving her body numb and unable to muster any strength.
That wasn't a battle of soul power.
That was an absolute crushing on a life level.
Like an ant trying to shake a towering tree.
"Behave yourself."
Qian Daobai's voice came calmly, revealing no emotion.
"If you move again, I won't hesitate to break your arms and legs first."
Xiao Wu's heart sank to the bottom.
Back in the inn room, Qian Daobai casually tossed her onto a wooden chair, his actions far from gentle.
He walked to the table, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of still-warm tea.
Xiao Wu slumped in the chair, breathing heavily, her mind a complete mess.
Her Eight-Stage Throw, her proudest close-combat technique, was countered in one move, and her hand and foot joints were crippled.
Her last resort of resistance, a sneak attack using soul power, was easily neutralized without anyone noticing.
Her identity, her biggest secret, was revealed in a single sentence.
This man...
Looking at the back of that person leisurely drinking tea, Xiao Wu felt a deep sense of powerlessness welling up in her heart.
He looks so young, yet his strength is like that of a monster.
Forcing it is absolutely not an option.
She bit her lower lip, and an idea quickly formed in her mind.
Since we can't beat them, we can only... resort to a softer approach.
She took a deep breath and secretly pinched her thigh hard with her fingernails behind her back.
The intense pain instantly brought tears to her eyes.
"senior..."
Xiao Wu's voice rang out, carrying a deliberate, suppressed tremor and sob.
Qian Daobai held the teacup without pausing for a moment, and didn't even turn around.
Seeing this, Xiao Wu added fuel to the fire.
She shifted her body slightly, making her already slender figure even more prominent, her two long, straight, beautiful legs slightly together, striking a pitiful pose.
"Senior, please, let me go."
Her voice choked even more, and tears welled up in her big, round eyes, threatening to fall.
"My mother... my mother was hunted down by human soul masters!"
"I transformed into human form and came to the human world only to avenge my mother!"
"I never intended to harm anyone, really!"
Overcome with emotion, two lines of tears finally slid down Xiao Wu's delicate and pretty cheeks, hanging on her chin.
With her red and swollen eyes, she truly looked pitiful.
"You're so powerful, you must understand how I feel, right?"
"Please have mercy and spare me this time..."
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