Chapter Fifty-Nine: Iconic Scene of Douluo

After purchasing the crystal plates from Flander, three more days passed. Although the Rose Hotel was famously a lover’s paradise in Soto City, its rooms were well soundproofed; unless Xiao Yu intentionally released his spiritual power, he couldn’t hear any stray sounds.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the afternoon of the third day, a tremendous commotion erupted in the lobby downstairs. The noise was so loud that it was impossible to miss, even without using spiritual observation.

Finally, they’ve arrived!

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Yu’s lips. Tang the Divine King, Rogue Rabbit, and the Evil-Eyed Devil Tiger—I’ve been waiting for you all for quite some time!

Xiao Yu pushed open his door. Nearby, Huo Wu and Ye Lingling had also heard the noise and stepped out of their rooms. The three of them went downstairs together, eager to see what was happening.

In the main hall, a youth about 1.7 meters tall, clad in a blue fighting suit, was locked in fierce combat with a young man dressed in elegant white, with golden hair and striking double pupils. Who else could they be but Dai Mubai, the leader of the Shrek Seven Devils, the Evil-Eyed Devil Tiger, and the soul of the team, the Thousand-Handed Asura, Tang the Divine King?

“Your Blue Silver Grass is impressive—far tougher than I expected. Unfortunately, I’m now using my third soul ring ability: White Tiger Vajra Transformation! For half an hour, it doubles my resistance to abnormal states, as well as my attack and defense. With my thirty-seventh level soul power, under such amplification, your poison can’t harm me. At your current level—only twenty-nine—you’re not my match!”

Hearing Dai Mubai’s triumphant declaration, Xiao Yu knew it was time for him to make his entrance.

In the hall, Dai Mubai had withdrawn from his spirit-possessed state. His powerful muscles gradually shrank, and the red glow in his eyes faded away.

“I think we’ll meet again soon. I look forward to our next match. When you reach Shrek Academy, if anyone gives you trouble, just mention the name of Dai Mubai, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger.”

After casting a deep glance at Tang San and Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai beckoned to the twin beauties and prepared to leave the hotel.

“Stop right there!”

At that moment, Xiao Yu’s icy voice rang out. “After creating this ruckus and disturbing my rest, do you really think you can just walk away?”

Dai Mubai halted and turned to look at Xiao Yu, who was descending the stairs. Dai Mubai was not known for his good temper; Tang San had earned his respect through strength, but now he faced a stranger.

“So what do you want?”

“First, compensate the hotel for the damages you caused during your fight.”

Xiao Yu fixed Dai Mubai with a steely gaze. “Then, offer a proper apology to all the guests who were frightened by your antics.”

“Apologize? Hahahaha, apologize!” Dai Mubai burst into raucous laughter. Who did they think he was? Even under the constant warnings about not causing trouble at Shrek, he was, after all, the third prince of the Star Luo Empire—how could someone of his stature apologize to a bunch of nobodies?

“White Tiger, Possession!”

With a thunderous roar, Dai Mubai’s spirit flared once more. His muscles swelled, bones cracking audibly, and a faint “King” character appeared on his brow. Two yellow and one purple soul rings rose at his feet.

“Dai Mubai, thirty-seventh level assault-type battle spirit master. Please, enlighten me!” Dai Mubai’s four blue eyes gleamed with a chilling light. “Kid, I sense soul power from you too. You must be a spirit master! Show me your spirit. If you can defeat me, I’ll agree to any of your demands. If not, get lost!”

“I don’t even need my spirit to deal with you,” Xiao Yu replied calmly. A mere thirty-seventh level spirit master wasn’t worthy of his full strength as a sixty-first level spirit emperor.

“You’re courting death!” Dai Mubai bellowed, enraged at being underestimated. In all of Soto City, he, the Evil-Eyed White Tiger, had never suffered such disrespect.

With a flash of malevolent light in his eyes, Dai Mubai lunged forward. His tiger claws, sharp as daggers, aimed straight for Xiao Yu’s chest. Dai Mubai held nothing back in this strike—he was certain that if Tang San had taken such a blow, even he would have broken a few ribs. And this man wasn’t even spirit-possessed—he was asking to die.

Crack!

Just as the claws were an inch from Xiao Yu’s chest, Xiao Yu moved with lightning speed, catching Dai Mubai’s wrist in his hand. With a gentle squeeze of his five fingers, bones crackled, and Dai Mubai’s face twisted in pain.

“Pathetic,” Xiao Yu snorted in contempt. With a twist of his wrist, he flung Dai Mubai’s tall figure into the air.

As Dai Mubai was about to land, Xiao Yu stepped forward and kicked him square in the chest, sending him flying more than ten meters before he crashed hard against the hotel wall and slid to the floor.

Cough!

Dai Mubai spat a mouthful of blood as he landed, his handsome face filled with shock. He never imagined that someone who hadn’t even activated their spirit could break through his defenses. This man seemed only a year or two older than himself—just how powerful was he?

Xiao Yu strode toward Dai Mubai, each step echoing like the footsteps of a grim reaper. His voice sounded in Dai Mubai’s ears, chilling him to the bone. “Disturbing my rest can’t be settled with just one kick. Come, let’s continue.”

“Aren’t you going too far?” At this moment, Tang the Divine King flashed in front of Dai Mubai, speaking righteously. “You were merely disturbed—why use such excessive force?”

After the exchange moments before, perhaps influenced by the gears of fate, Tang San had taken quite a liking to Dai Mubai. Moreover, when Dai Mubai had said that, if they had trouble at Shrek, they could use his name, Tang San, ever shrewd from two lifetimes, immediately deduced that Dai Mubai must be a student at Shrek Academy. Now was the perfect time to befriend this senior.

Slap!

Before he could finish, a crisp slap rang out. Xiao Yu shook his hand. “I almost forgot—besides him, you also disturbed my rest. I haven’t settled the account with you, yet you come to me yourself!”

How satisfying! To slap Tang the Divine King—it had been Xiao Yu’s long-cherished wish for years. Now that it was fulfilled, he felt a deep sense of pleasure and contentment.

“You dare strike me!” The burning pain on his face filled Tang San with humiliation. His eyes reddened, and he could no longer see any path but destruction for the man before him.

“I hit you, so what? Should I have waited for an auspicious day?” Xiao Yu replied indifferently, shaking out his hand. He truly didn’t fear Tang the Divine King now. If not for the shadow of that wild Asura God father behind him, and the fact that keeping Tang San and Tang Hao alive served his future plans, he would have sent Tang the Divine King straight to paradise by now.