"Titled Douluo!"
Dai Yun'er's eyes lit up as she watched the scene outside the window, her expression gradually calming. She had been scaring herself for nothing...
"Wow, that's the Martial Soul Avatar!"
"Dad is so cool—"
Tang Wulin's eyes were equally wide as he watched his father pummel the Mecha Designer, his gaze filled with admiration.
This was just too awesome!
"Yeah."
Tang Luochuan wore a smile of agreement.
The Martial Soul Avatar, the seventh Soul Skill of a Soul Master, was also the mark of a Soul Master becoming a high-level powerhouse. Especially with his father's cultivation as a Titled Douluo, the scene was truly impressive.
Moreover, this was the first time he had seen his father take action in front of him. Unlike the times when he had appeared before Guang Biao as a Mecha Designer, this was the true aura of a Soul Master!
Seeing his usually gentle and kind-hearted father reveal such a side was quite the contrast, but it was undeniably cool!
"He really is cool..."
Lang Yue responded with a smile, her eyes fixed on the scene outside. Clearly, she was still somewhat worried, as the black Mecha Designer's fate was somewhat tragic.
Only when she saw her man smash three mechas one after another did a relaxed smile finally appear on her face.
Well, no need to worry anymore.
"Phew..."
"Everything's safe now!"
In the row behind Tang Luochuan and his group, Dai Yun'er watched the already decided outcome not far away and let out a faint smile, gently patting her chest as her mood settled.
With a powerhouse like that around, it wasn't really that dangerous after all!
Still, she never would have guessed that the seemingly gentle uncle was actually a Titled Douluo who crushed Mecha Designers without breaking a sweat. If she had known, she wouldn't have been so scared.
"This trip turned out to be a close call..."
"Though now I'm definitely going to get scolded for sneaking out to play."
Dai Yun'er wore a thoughtful expression. When she returned this time, she was sure to get an earful from her father.
But she really ought to listen to advice.
This situation just proved that she really shouldn't sneak out again in the future. If she encountered something like this again, forget getting hurt—just the thought of it was terrifying enough.
"Phew~ No more overthinking."
"I was just scaring myself..."
Dai Yun'er murmured softly, a smile on her face.
"Little Highness."
"My apologies!"
Just as she was prematurely celebrating, a black figure appeared beside her without warning—so fast that she didn't even have time to react.
Six Soul Rings materialized around the figure, marking him as a six-ringed Soul Emperor.
Clearly, the Green Skull organization wasn't just active outside the train; they had infiltrated the inside as well. With the situation outside going awry, taking their target hostage was the best course of action.
"Nether Spirit..."
"Ah—"
Just as Dai Yun'er instinctively summoned her Martial Soul in fear, a flash of golden light streaked past, and the figure beside her was instantly sent flying, his fate unknown.
A horrifying wound nearly covered his entire torso. Even if he could be saved, he would be crippled for life.
This was Tang Luochuan's doing. His spiritual power had long reached the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm, making it impossible for a mere Soul Emperor to evade his detection.
Of course, perception alone wasn't enough—his efficiency in taking action was equally exceptional.
"This is..."
Dumbfounded by the scene before her, Dai Yun'er's face was filled with confusion. She didn't even have time to process how the other party had reacted faster than her, because...
Before her, four Soul Rings hovered around Tang Luochuan—black, black, black, black!
Deep, terrifying black.
Four ten-thousand-year Soul Rings!
At this moment, she had undoubtedly released her Martial Soul, the Nether Spirit Cat, and her gaze had sharpened considerably. Yet the shock on her face now created a stark contrast.
"Four rings..."
"And all of them ten-thousand-year Soul Rings."
Dai Yun'er's mind went blank. A first Soul Spirit at the ten-thousand-year level—what kind of terrifying existence was this?
Even with her Spirit Eyes, a rare mental-type Martial Soul, she couldn't achieve such a feat. At level 39, she only had three thousand-year Soul Rings. To ascend to a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring before level 40...
Absolutely impossible.
"Bullying a young girl in broad daylight."
"Quite shameless, aren't you?"
Tang Luochuan glanced indifferently at the half-dead Soul Emperor, his expression calm, before turning his gaze toward Dai Yun'er.
"You're safe now," he said with a smile.
"You..."
Dai Yun'er swallowed hard, her beautiful face etched with shock, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Organizations like the Green Skulls—taking hostages is just another day for them. You should be more careful."
Tang Luochuan retracted his Martial Soul, a faint smile on his face. His elegant, easygoing demeanor made it hard to connect him with the decisive force he had displayed moments ago.
"I..."
"I understand. Thank you."
Dai Yun'er finally snapped out of her daze, nodding emphatically and responding softly, her cheeks tinged with pink.
That scene had genuinely frightened her. She had assumed that with the two strongest black Mecha Designers defeated, there would be no further danger.
She never expected enemies to be hiding inside the vehicle—typical of the Green Skulls' tactics. She had been too naive.
"Don't mention it," Tang Luochuan replied with a shake of his head, his tone composed.
"Mmm..."
Dai Yun'er studied the young man before her. At this moment, she felt that his already striking appearance had become even more captivating.
He was...
quite an impressive guy.
"Our Luo Chuan sure knows how to protect people."
At this point, Lang Yue's gaze settled on Tang Luochuan, her face reflecting awe. Not just Dai Yun'er—even she, his mother, was stunned!
Fast. Too fast.
Her son's perception and reflexes in that moment had surpassed even hers, a Titled Douluo.
And it wasn't just perception—he had instantly neutralized the threat. How terrifying was that?
After all, that man had been a Soul Emperor. To her, he might not have been much of a threat, but he was still two whole major realms above Luo Chuan...
Well, her son making a habit of defeating higher-level opponents was nothing new.
"Still, I have to say, Luo Chuan did well. Now he's even learned to play the hero saving the damsel—what girl wouldn't be charmed by that in the future..."
Lang Yue couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. He was bound to be a heartthrob.
"Oh my."
"What a beautiful girl."
But soon, as she got a clear look at Dai Yun'er, Lang Yue couldn't help but pause, her eyes lighting up in pleasant surprise.
A pretty little face, beautiful big eyes, coupled with an extraordinary temperament—she looked just like a noble princess from a great kingdom.
"Hmm?"
"Thank you, Auntie."
Caught off guard by the sudden compliment, Dai Yun'er, who hadn't fully regained her composure, was momentarily stunned, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Of course, she was no stranger to praise, but receiving such unexpected admiration in this situation was truly rare.
"Don't mention it, don't mention it."
Lang Yue shook her head with a smile, her gaze shifting toward her son with a thoughtful expression. Luo Chuan's luck with women was really quite remarkable.
"Hmm..."
Let's see...
Na'er, Gu Yue, Mu Xi, and that little girl from the Xu family—Luo Chuan already knew quite a few girls, and every single one of them was a genius.
And now, had he gone and rescued yet another beauty?
"My son..."
"Could he really turn into a playboy?"
A trace of contemplation crossed Lang Yue's face before she shook her head again. Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
Her precious son would never become a playboy!