Chapter 191: The Way of Seeking Death

"Damn it, this time I'll see how you escape!" Xiao Wu finally caught up with Zhu Zhu Yun, who was suspended in mid‑air with nowhere to draw strength.

She bent her long legs forcefully, leapt, and arrived behind Zhu Zhu Yun.

Staring at Zhu Zhu Yun's hips, many times fuller than her own, Xiao Wu's anger grew even stronger.

She decided to treat him as he treated her, and fiercely delivered a whip kick to Zhu Zhu Yun's hips.

Thanks to the talent granted by her rabbit martial soul, Xiao Wu's legs were exceptionally long and strong, so her whip kick was no less than the two whip kicks Zhu Zhu Yun had previously struck on Aosiluo and Yufeng; like a thick long whip, it struck Zhu Zhu Yun heavily.

Zhu Zhu Yun had actually anticipated that Xiao Wu would seize the chance to attack, but she still underestimated Xiao Wu—not because the damage was high, but because the attack hit an awkward spot.

After Xiao Wu's sudden whip kick struck her hips, her voluptuous area rippled like waves, and her body then plummeted downward.

Xiao Wu naturally wouldn't miss this perfect chance; she followed up, rolling deftly in the air, her legs raining down on Zhu Zhu Yun's waist and hips in rapid succession.

"Bang~" With a muffled thud, Zhu Zhu Yun was violently kicked to the ground by Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu intended to continue using her soft technique, but the grounded Zhu Zhu Yun found a leverage point, spun quickly, and instantly widened the distance from Xiao Wu.

Zhu Zhu Yun's eyes were filled with fury and surprise; Xiao Wu's attack was indeed strong, and she felt her cat‑like waist was about to snap. However, her body strength far exceeded that of a Soul King of the same rank, so she was not seriously injured; it was just that Xiao Wu's attack location infuriated her, making her feel her hips were swollen.

"Little rabbit, you're courting death!" Zhu Zhu Yun roared, her pair of dark‑green and clear‑blue vertical pupils emitting a cold stare, fixing on Xiao Wu as if watching her prey.

Her soul power surged like a tide, the aura of a Soul King fully exploding, and she resolved to give this little rabbit who had disgraced her a proper lesson.

However, Xiao Wu was completely unaware that she had utterly enraged Zhu Zhu Yun; she let out a light hum and continued to taunt, "Hmph! The Soul King is no different, still ends up under Sister Xiao Wu's foot."

"First soul skill—Nether Thrust!"

Zhu Zhu Yun said no more, her body springing up like a coil, a series of phantoms trailing behind, shooting forward from the front toward Xiao Wu. Her cold, sharp cat claws, exuding a suffocating pressure, lunged at Xiao Wu ferociously.

Seeing Zhu Zhu Yun's stance, Xiao Wu felt a sudden panic, but the taste of success from the earlier attack kept her from retreating; she chose to meet head‑on, preparing to unleash her soft technique—Waist Bow.

"Third soul skill—Instant Teleport!"

Xiao Wu knew her speed was inferior to Zhu Zhu Yun's, so at the moment Zhu Zhu Yun was about to charge at her, she resolutely activated her sole millennium soul technique.

Xiao Wu's body instantly vanished from its spot, then suddenly reappeared behind Zhu Zhu Yun.

Zhu Zhu Yun sneered, then turned around; she had long prepared for Xiao Wu's third soul skill, after all, in the Star Dou Great Forest she had personally witnessed Xiao Wu display the Third Soul Ring.

Zhu Zhu Yun's sharp claws suddenly extended, reaching for Xiao Wu. But Xiao Wu also knew the opponent was aware of her third soul skill, so she naturally had a countermeasure.

Suddenly, Xiao Wu's body tipped backward violently; in a hair's breadth, she performed an "iron board bridge" move, narrowly evading Zhu Zhu Yun's claw strike.

Then, Xiao Wu planted both hands on the ground, her legs locking onto Zhu Zhu Yun's waist; she twisted her hands, simultaneously contracting her waist and abdomen, and sprang upward forcefully.

"Got you, didn't you?" Xiao Wu taunted Zhu Zhu Yun, then flicked her hair, winding the long scorpion braid around Zhu Zhu Yun's neck.

Then, Xiao Wu's head snapped backward again, preparing to pull her scorpion braid to strangle Zhu Zhu Yun, cutting off her breath.

In her mind, she could already picture Zhu Zhu Yun's face turning red from the choke, forced to admit defeat and beg for mercy, pleading for Sister Xiao Wu to spare her.

"First soul skill—Waist…"

"Bang~" A crisp sound rang out; Xiao Wu instantly felt her vision go black, a sharp pain at the back of her head, tears flickering in her eyes, her legs losing strength as she slipped off Zhu Zhu Yun.

Yet before Xiao Wu's rear touched the ground, Zhu Zhu Yun's right foot hooked it, and with a slight force, she thrust Xiao Wu's body about two meters into the air.

Immediately, Zhu Zhu Yun swiftly retracted her right leg, extended it backward, then suddenly kicked forward, a fierce whip kick striking the airborne Xiao Wu—right at Xiao Wu's small rear.

Xiao Wu's head was still dizzy, making it impossible to dodge the strike.

"Snap!" A crisp sound rang out as Xiao Wu's body traced a perfect parabola, finally crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Xiao Wu struggled to get up, but Zhu Zhu Yun's kick left her whole body in unbearable pain, especially her butt, which burned like it had been smeared with thick devil pepper; her soul power also became chaotic.

Zhu Zhuqing glided lightly, stepping in front of the prone Xiao Wu, a mocking grin on her face: "Yo! Your butt looks a lot perkier now, no need to thank me. If you're not satisfied, I can make it even higher anytime."

"You…" Hearing that, Xiao Wu's hair stood on end, she wanted to retort, but as soon as she opened her mouth, the wound tore, forcing her to swallow the words.

"You're really a fool, using hair to attack me!" Zhu Zhu Yun glanced at the half‑scorpion braid in her hand and said disdainfully.

She truly couldn't understand how anyone would attack with hair; wasn't that handing over one's own weakness? Doesn't having one's hair pulled hurt? Or did she think her scalp and hair were made of iron?

Finally, Zhu Zhu Yun glanced at the half‑scorpion braid in her hand, flicked it casually, and the severed strands scattered, drifting aside.

"Huff! Huff!" Xiao Wu gasped several times, her gaze at Zhu Zhu Yun seeming ready to spit fire.

"What? Do you think your butt still isn't perky enough? Then I'll reluctantly help you again!" Zhu Zhu Yun looked at Xiao Wu's defiant expression, a scornful glint in her eyes.

She had already sensed her side held a complete advantage, so she wasn't worried about mishaps, only wanting to properly teach this little girl who had embarrassed her a lesson.

"How detestable, this woman is absolutely detestable; I've never been humiliated like this, Sister Xiao Wu, and I'm going all out against you!" Whether before or after transformation, Xiao Wu has always been a little tyrant—first in the heavens, second on earth, third for herself—wherever she goes a little bully, and has never been humiliated like now; the fury in her heart burned fiercely.

Xiao Wu forced herself to mobilize soul power; her previous consumption was minimal, having only used the third soul skill once, so she still had ample soul power for battle, though her butt hurt a bit. Zhu Zhu Yun crossed her arms, like a bad older sister, quietly watching Xiao Wu struggle to stand, "Oh? You really can get up!"

Xiao Wu gritted through the pain, gazing at Zhu Zhu Yun's exquisite face, cursing with clenched teeth, silently vowing, "One day, Sister Xiao Wu will tear your face to shreds!"

Xiao Wu took a deep breath, feeling her condition improve slightly, and immediately charged at Zhu Zhu Yun.

Rabbits excel at leg attacks, and Xiao Wu's assault this time naturally relied on her legs; her slender, beautiful legs clad in white long socks whooshed as she struck at Zhu Zhu Yun.

"Bang!" Zhu Zhu Yun simply lifted her right hand lightly and casually deflected the blow. Xiao Wu, seeing her attack ineffective, quickly retracted her leg, retreated, widened the gap, then launched another leg attack.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"..."

For a moment, muffled thuds kept echoing, but each time Zhu Zhu Yun easily absorbed Xiao Wu's attacks, while she herself remained stationary, like a kitten toying with a mouse.

Of course, Xiao Wu wasn't a mouse but a slightly larger white rabbit, yet in Zhu Zhu Yun's eyes, she was no different from a little mouse.

"What? Haven't eaten? Put some effort in! Otherwise I'll counter." Zhu Zhu Yun swung her fist, her cold, domineering voice reaching Xiao Wu's ears, which made Xiao Wu even more angry.

…

Gazing at the severed half‑scorpion braid now drifting chaotically on the ground, it seemed to whisper Xiao Wu's dire predicament.

In that instant, a wave of intense heartache surged like a tide; Tang San's eyes instantly turned blood‑red, veins on his forehead bulging, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on a chosen victim.

"Let go of Xiao Wu, your opponent is me!" Tang San let out a gut‑wrenching roar, his gaze toward Zhu Zhu Yun filled with icy, bone‑chilling murderous intent.

Zhu Zhu Yun and Xiao Wu both turned their heads at almost the same moment, only to see Tang San already breaking free from Zhu Zhuqing's entanglement.

"Brother, come help me, let's defeat this stinky woman together!" Xiao Wu shouted happily towards Tang San.

Zhu Zhuyun glanced at the large cocoon made of Blue Silver Grass behind Tang San, her brows slightly furrowed but quickly relaxed, as she had sensed that Zhu Zhuqing was in no danger.

After consuming the immortal herb given by Yu Tianyun, her martial soul evolved to possess a spiritual attribute, so her spiritual power far exceeds that of peers of the same level, having reached the point of external release; within a distance of over ten meters, she can naturally clearly sense Zhu Zhuqing's condition.

Tang San nodded slightly at Xiao Wu, then fiercely slapped the ground with both hands; a brilliant blue light shot toward Xiao Wu like an arrow leaving the bow—this was his Blue Silver Grass. The Blue Silver Grass swiftly entwined Xiao Wu's body, pulling her toward Tang San.

Tang San, while controlling the Blue Silver Grass, glared angrily at Zhu Zhuyun, "Zhu Zhuyun, you dare hurt Xiao Wu—you're asking for death!" His eyes turned blood-red, and he seemed to have fallen into a state of madness.

However, Zhu Zhuyun paid no heed to Tang San's demeanor and did not intervene to stop him from pulling Xiao Wu away. In her view, Tang San was utterly unreasonable, and the fact that he dared show killing intent toward her ignited her anger.

Immediately, Zhu Zhuyun retorted, "Hey! This is a Spirit Master duel arena—how could there be no injury in a duel? Are you saying only you may harm others while others must not harm you at all? What twisted logic! If you fear injury, don't enter the competition; go home and farm or raise pigs instead."

Although Zhu Zhuyun's voice was not loud, with the soul power of a Soul King level, it still clearly reached the ears of many spectators.

"What? How can the people from Tian Dou Royal Academy be such sore losers?"

"It's their vice captain who's a sore loser!"

"Exactly, how could Tian Dou Royal Academy recruit such a shameless person!"

"Pah! What a narrow-minded person—you're right, if you can't handle losing, go home and farm or raise pigs."

"Exactly, this person is utterly hypocritical."

"……"

The spectators instantly erupted in an uproar; they had been happily watching two beauties fight, which was quite entertaining, but unexpectedly Tang San jumped in to interrupt, loudly declaring that the other party was as good as dead—what did that mean? Did he intend to openly violate the match rules? Instantly, curses rose in a clamor, all directed at Tang San.

As a Soul Master, Tang San's hearing was naturally sharp; the spectators' curses outside clearly reached his ears, causing his anger to flare even more and the last trace of his reason to gradually fade.

"Zhu Zhuyun, how unreasonable! I will make you pay!" Tang San let out a low roar, his soul power surging; an icy, evil, brutal aura instantly spread around him.

"Third Brother? What's wrong with you?" Xiao Wu, who had been happy worrying about Tang San, instantly felt that Tang San seemed strange—no longer the steady, calm, wise Third Brother she knew—and couldn't help feeling a hint of fear and anxiety.

"Uh……" The commentator in front of the VIP seats wanted to say something to ease the tension, but the words stuck in his throat and he couldn't utter them.

He actually agreed with Zhu Zhuyun and the spectators' views, but Tang San ultimately represented Tian Dou Royal Academy. Zhu Zhuyun could speak that way because she had a strong backing; the spectators could speak that way because responsibility is not collective. But if he were to voice anything inappropriate, he might be executed tomorrow for merely stepping forward with his left foot, so he wisely chose to stay silent.

"Hmph!" Snow Night Emperor angrily pounded the armrest of his chair; Tang San, in plain view, actually dared to shout about killing someone—this was outright contempt for the competition rules, and he was extremely dissatisfied with Tang San's performance.

"Hehe!" Salas, seeing Snow Night so angry, couldn't help but reveal a gloating smile, while secretly calculating whether to use the excuse to cancel Tang San's participation eligibility.

But he soon made his decision to ignore it. Since Lan Ba Academy and Tian Dou Royal Academy respectively represent the Lan Dian Ba Wang Sect and the Tian Dou Royal Family, the fiercer their conflict and the greater the friction, the more advantageous it is for the Spirit Hall.

Judging by Tang San's current performance, he might yet bring even greater surprises in the upcoming matches—so why bother cancelling his eligibility? (End of chapter)