61Chapter 61 Leng Yulai's Thoughts
Before he finished speaking, a fierce light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, and the terrifying soul power of a Titled Douluo burst out without reservation.
His body swelled up and his muscles became knotted. It was obvious that he was possessed by some powerful beast martial spirit. The ninth soul ring rose up, and with destructive momentum, he was about to break through Wu Changkong's obstruction and capture Lu Jun.
"This person is so shameless!" A scream filled with anger rang out.
A figure crashed into the balcony. Long Bing, wearing a three-word battle armor, rushed to the battlefield, and the eight soul rings around his body, four purple and four black, lit up instantly.
The couple both had the eighth-ring cultivation base, and their two sets of three-word battle armors shone brightly as they stood side by side, firmly blocking Lu Jun and the furious Titled Douluo.
Facing the opponent's impending ninth soul skill, Wu Zhangkong's expression remained unwavering. The Sky Frost Sword emitted a clear humming sound, and his sword intent locked onto the opponent. His voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable power:
"If you want to fight, go out and fight."
"This is not the place to go wild."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised the Tianshuang Sword in his hand, and a huge ice-blue sword light tore through the air. It was not to attack the enemy, but to slash fiercely at the night sky outside the balcony.
At the same time, Long Bing tacitly released a gentle soul power to protect Lu Jun behind him.
"Boom."
The balcony's dome and large sections of the wall shattered like paper under the sword's light, and moonlight and night wind rushed in.
Wu Zhangkong and Long Bing's figures transformed into two streams of light without hesitation, carrying with them a soaring fighting spirit and icy coldness, and rushed towards the empty night sky outside the hotel.
Their actions were not only to protect Lu Jun and the building, but also a naked challenge to the Tang Sect's Titled Douluo.
"It seems like you want to be crippled and expelled from the Tang Sect." The middle-aged man turned into a meteor burning with destructive purple flames and chased out violently.
Just when the three figures were about to collide in the night sky.
The space around Lu Jun rippled silently like water waves.
A tall and graceful figure wearing black leather armor emerged from the night and appeared silently beside Lu Jun.
It was Leng Yulai who was watching the show.
She looked with great interest at the three figures facing each other in the night sky outside the window, especially Wu Zhangkong's back. She parted her red lips slightly, and muttered with a hint of playful smile:
"Oh, I didn't expect that there is such a sensible and upright guy in the Tang Sect?"
There was a hint of unexpected appreciation in her tone.
Then, she turned her head and raised her hand to rub Lu Jun's messy hair very naturally. Her movements were extremely intimate, and her beautiful face was full of undisguised doting and admiration:
"You did very well, little one. Facing the sugar-coated bullets and threats and inducements, you stood firm and did not bring shame to me, your aunt."
Lu Jun felt the warmth coming from above his head, and his tense nerves finally relaxed. He curled his lips helplessly:
"Master, if you come out any later, I will be invited to have tea."
"Don't worry, Master is here." Leng Yulai chuckled, but a cold light flashed in her eyes. "If you dare to touch the people I protect, you're tired of living!"
Before she finished speaking, her figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The next second, she appeared between the three figures that were about to fight in the night sky as if by teleportation.
"Who is it?!" The Titled Douluo of the Tang Sect who was about to launch a thunder attack suddenly felt a terrifying pressure that made his hair stand on end, as if he was being stared at by a prehistoric giant beast.
He turned his head sharply, seeing the visitor's iconic, beautiful face and the deep, dark fire surrounding him that seemed to devour all the light. His pupils instantly shrank to the size of needles, and he screamed in shock:
"Dark...Dark Phoenix Douluo?! Leng Yulai?!"
The notorious Super Douluo in the world of soul masters.
An absolute high-ranking official in the Spirit Pagoda, he is one of the most powerful figures in the Pagoda.
The domineering dark flame was extremely difficult to deal with. Even an Extreme Douluo would feel uncomfortable if touched by it.
How come she is here?
The huge fear instantly overwhelmed the anger of being betrayed.
The middle-aged man didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even dare to say a harsh word. His soul power exploded wildly, and he turned around and turned into a stream of light to escape.
Facing this evil star, no matter what Tang Sect mission or genius Lu Jun is involved, saving your life is the most important thing!
"Hmph, you want to run away now?" Leng Yulai's red lips curled up in a cold and bewitching arc. Her voice was not loud, but it resounded clearly through the night sky. "You who dare to try to kidnap me are very brave! If I let you go today, I will not be called Dark Phoenix Douluo!"
"Bah!"
A phoenix cry like that from the Nine Nether Hell tore through the sky. Black light suddenly brightened around Leng Yulai, and he instantly transformed into a black phoenix with a wingspan that covered the sky.
The pure dark energy was like a boiling sea of ink, and the terrifying pressure caused the entire hotel area below to tremble.
The pure darkness, which carried the aura of destruction and devouring, dimmed the stars in the night sky.
The huge black phoenix claw was like a ghost claw from the underworld, ignoring the distance in space and instantly appearing above the madly fleeing purple meteor.
"No..." The middle-aged man only had time to let out a desperate roar.
"puff."
There was a muffled sound, as if a bubble had been crushed.
The aggressive Titled Douluo, along with his nine spirit rings and the light of his three-character battle armor that he was so proud of, was so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow under the claws of the dark phoenix.
The violent soul power was extinguished instantly as if it had met its nemesis, and the whole person seemed to have his bones pulled out, and fell limply, being firmly grasped in the palm of the huge black phoenix claw like a chicken, and completely lost consciousness.
The shadow of the Dark Phoenix slowly dissipated, and Leng Yulai reappeared, casually holding the unconscious Tang Sect Titled Douluo who looked like a torn sack in one hand. His posture was elegant and calm, as if he had just casually swatted an annoying fly to death.
She carried the prisoner, and in a flash, she landed back on the messy balcony where Lu Jun was.
Wu Zhangkong and Long Bing also landed back on the balcony.
Long Bing looked at the peerless and terrifyingly powerful senior in front of him, his eyes instantly gleaming with admiration. He excitedly took a step forward, his voice trembling slightly:
"Your Majesty! It's you! Do you still remember me?"
Leng Yulai's gaze fell on Long Bing, her red lips slightly curved, with a gentle smile from an elder looking at a younger person:
"Of course I remember. That old immortal Hummingbird actually gave birth to such a beautiful daughter."
Long Bing was a little embarrassed: "Hehehe, Your Majesty, you are too kind. My father just looks older."
Leng Yulai glanced at Wu Zhangkong, who stood beside him with a calm demeanor and sword in hand. "You have good taste. The man you found is both capable and responsible. Even among the Tang Sect, he's a very good guy."
Long Bing's pretty face instantly turned red with embarrassment at being praised so directly by her idol, and she subconsciously leaned closer to Wu Zhangkong.
Wu Zhangkong took a step forward and saluted Leng Yulai solemnly:
"Your Majesty, hello. Thank you for your assistance."
Leng Yulai looked Wu Zhangkong up and down, his scrutinizing gaze filled with undisguised admiration, as if he were looking at a fine piece of unpolished jade.
"Yeah, not bad. His strength is top-notch among his peers. The key is his character. He's also quite handsome."
She looked at Wu Zhangkong, then changed the subject and made a request that surprised everyone present:
"I've seen your martial spirit and the battle just now, so I suddenly have a request. I wonder if you would agree to it?"
Wu Zhangkong's expression was calm, neither humble nor arrogant:
"Your Majesty, please speak."
Leng Yulai pointed at Lu Jun next to him:
"As you know, this kid, your martial soul is a sword, and its attribute is the ultimate ice. Your Sky Frost Sword martial soul is also ice-attributed, and you follow the path of the sword. Your swordsmanship foundation is so good that even I, Leng Yulai, am impressed by it among your peers."
She paused and continued:
"Are you interested in coming to our Spirit Pagoda and becoming this little fellow's full-time swordsmanship instructor? With the Spirit Pagoda's resources, we won't treat you unfairly."