Chapter 150: Spirit City!
That's why Dai Mubai was so eager to care for Tang San; after all, Tang San was now genuinely useful to him.
"Oscar, what are you still gawking at? Hurry up and make some sausages!"
Dai Mubai turned his head with a grim expression, directly shouting at Oscar.
"What did you say? Dai Mubai, don't forget my current status!"
Oscar's face instantly darkened upon hearing Dai Mubai's words, and he snorted coldly, speaking with dissatisfaction.
Within a year, Oscar had already been taken in by the Star Luo Emperor and bestowed with countless rewards. Now, he was the Star Luo Empire's darling—the most valued genius by the Emperor, someone Dai Mubai couldn't compare to at all.
If the Emperor had to choose, he would probably unhesitatingly pick Oscar.
After all, he could have more sons like Dai Mubai, but a food-type soul master genius with innate full Martial Soul power like Oscar was seen only once every few centuries, or even thousands of years.
"My apologies, I lost my composure. Please, Oscar, would you trouble yourself to make some sausages for Tang San?"
Publicly reprimanded, Dai Mubai's face flushed a deep purplish-red.
His soul power surged, and he almost attacked Oscar directly.
But in the end, he held back, only able to grit his teeth and reluctantly lower his proud head to Oscar.
"Hmph, speak properly from now on, or I will personally inform His Majesty of your behavior."
Oscar sneered, chanted a Martial Soul incantation, produced a few sausages, and then stuffed them into Tang San's mouth.
Ma Hongjun looked at Oscar with some envy; he also wanted to possess power like Oscar's.
Unfortunately, he had already joined a minor earl's manor and had gotten quite a few women from the manor pregnant.
It was practically impossible for him to gain power like Oscar's now.
To openly disregard the Star Luo Third Prince's face like that was truly incredible.
Ning Rongrong stood at the back, her face somewhat pale. She had also been escorted to the Star Luo Empire a year ago.
Because the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was destroyed, she had experienced the harsh realities of life over the past year.
Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai, who had previously been so solicitous toward her, instantly turned their backs on her. Only Oscar treated her decently.
Now, she no longer had her former pride. In the second team, she didn't dare offend anyone, fearing she might provoke someone and be directly eliminated.
So she was very envious—envy of Oscar's power and his fearlessness, even when facing Dai Mubai.
"Alright, everyone, stop bickering and let's go!"
"The teacher should have already arrived at the rendezvous point. We can also ask him about the assassination attempt on the way."
Tang San ate Oscar's sausages, and his complexion finally recovered significantly from its paleness.
He endured his discomfort, looked around at his teammates, and spoke in a calm tone.
This competition was his—Tang San's—chance to become famous on the continent, and he absolutely couldn't waste this great opportunity because of some awkwardness.
No matter what, Dai Mubai and the others had to wait until after this competition was over.
"Let's go to Master first!"
Hearing Tang San's words, Dai Mubai spoke again.
With their own thoughts, the group immediately headed in the direction they had agreed upon with Yu Xiaogang.
"Pei Qing, look at this?"
Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from the other side of the street.
The spoken name instantly paled everyone's faces, especially Ning Rongrong, who even retreated repeatedly, almost falling to the ground.
Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others also reacted as if facing a formidable enemy, all looking toward the opposite side of the street.
Their gaze quickly fell upon a figure who was following behind a purple-haired, mature woman.
He wore a golden robe, his long hair casually tied up, and not a trace of soul power fluctuation could be detected from him. His golden eyes met theirs without any obstruction.
Immediately, a surge of pressure washed over them. Dai Mubai and Tang San, who were at the front, were instantly frightened by this pressure and retreated repeatedly, even with thoughts of fleeing.
"Damn it, he really chose to participate in this competition after all!"
Tang San gritted his teeth, his face turning somewhat grim.
If it were anyone else, he would still be confident in dealing with them, but with the current Pei Qing, no matter how confident he was, he deeply understood the vast difference between them.
One must know that Flender was a Level 78 Soul Saint at that time. Tang San was confident that with his twin Martial Souls, he would surely forge an invincible path in the future.
But he was definitely not Pei Qing's opponent now. To completely defeat Pei Qing, he would need to thoroughly master all the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate techniques and reach Title Douluo.
"Pei Qing, do you think this dress looks good?"
Pei Qing's gaze swept over the group, seeing fear and dread on their faces. He nodded slightly, then lost interest.
"It looks quite good. It's time to go back. How do you feel about you and Ah Yin taking the first match?"
Casually complimenting the light purple, form-fitting cheongsam Dugu Yan was holding, Pei Qing chuckled and said casually.
"You want me and Ah Yin to fight? Alright!"
"I've been eager for a long time!"
Dugu Yan nodded vigorously. She had watched so many matches in Heaven Dou City and had longed to fight.
Pei Qing's words now completely excited her.
"Then you'll have to work hard, or when Mingli and Bing'er make their move, you won't get a chance to fight."
Although the Abyssal Earth Dragon was a true dragon Martial Soul, its strongest aspect was defense. In combat, compared to Di Mingli and Shui Bing'er, who had reached the ultimate ice, there was still a significant gap.
"I won't let those two have a chance to strike..."
Pei Qing handed the gold coins to the merchant nearby, then took the cheongsam from Dugu Yan's hand and placed it into his soul guidance device.
Watching Pei Qing gradually walk away, Tang San and his group finally breathed a sigh of relief.
They gasped for air, only then realizing how cold they had become.
Wiping their backs, large patches of cold sweat already appeared!
"Damn it, how could I have been so scared?"
Tang San felt only humiliation and indignation now. A dignified Tang Sect disciple with twin Martial Souls, afraid of a peer—how embarrassing.
"Brothers, this time we must wash away our shame!"
"We must make Pei Qing pay the price!"
"Think of Dean Flender, we must avenge him!"
Tang San wanted to wash away his shame, but he knew he couldn't do it alone right now.
However, if they gathered everyone, they might not even be able to injure Pei Qing—let alone defeat him!
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