Douluo: Wuhun Bone Dragon, I am the Undead Scourge

Chapter 15 The Authority of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect
"Who are you? Why did you trespass into Tiandou Royal Academy without permission?"

Seeing that the person coming was a Soul Saint, Qin Ming was shocked, but because there were people all around him, he still gritted his teeth, forced himself to stop his legs from trembling, and tried his best to maintain his composure on the surface, not wanting to show any fear.

"Who am I? Don't you really know?"

The White-Clothed Soul Saint curled up the corner of his mouth in a sneer, as if mocking Qin Ming's ignorance.

Then he walked up to Gu Feng, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Gu Feng shook his head slightly, indicating that he was fine.

"Now that my young master is safe and sound, it's time to settle your account."

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the White-Clothed Soul Saint.

He was adopted by the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect since he was young. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, without the sect's protection and cultivation, let alone achieving the status of Soul Sage, he would probably have starved to death in some neglected corner before he even awakened his martial soul.

His gratitude towards the sect was already deeply rooted in his heart, and he was determined to seek justice for the young master.

As the saying goes, eat the emperor's food and share his worries.

"Everyone, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is here to handle matters. All outsiders, please withdraw immediately!"

The Soul Saint in white held high the token with the pattern of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tower printed on it, and his majestic voice spread throughout the venue.

As soon as he finished speaking, the long queue suddenly scattered like frightened birds.

"This little brother is actually from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect!"

"And judging by his posture, his status must be quite high. He actually has a Soul Saint protecting him personally. Could he be the Young Master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect?"

"It's over, it's over. What we said about him earlier, won't be heard?"

"You're overthinking it. He's a person of such status, why would he bother with a mere viscount like you?"

Qin Ming's face turned extremely ugly. He gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and asked, "I wonder what you think, Senior. Even if it's the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, one of the top three sects, you can't be unreasonable, right?"

Gu Feng couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, as if he had heard something ridiculous. He sneered, "Reasonable? You were pressing me so hard just now, but have you ever considered the idea of ​​reason? Now you're scared when you see a Soul Sage? You're really just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong."

"Boy, I advise you to be sensible and beg for forgiveness from my young master."

The Soul Saint in white took a step forward, and a powerful sense of oppression emanated from his body, covering Qin Ming like a dark cloud.

"Otherwise, hum..."

He sneered and didn't finish his words, but the unspoken threat was like a sword of Damocles hanging high in the air, making people shudder.

How could Qin Ming, a mere Soul Master, withstand the pressure of a Soul Saint? In an instant, his face turned as pale as a ghost, and his body swayed. At this critical moment, he suddenly remembered what Flanders had said to him.

Qin Ming's forehead was covered with veins and beads of sweat rolled down his face. Under the immense pressure, he almost squeezed out the words from between his teeth:

"Senior, please think twice before you act. My strength is indeed nothing, but I have a senior who is an elder in the Spirit Hall, and he is the youngest elder in the Spirit Hall!"

When the White-Clothed Soul Saint heard this, his heart was shocked. His movements, which were originally ready to strike, froze instantly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Spirit Hall elder? Wouldn't that mean he's a Titled Douluo?

Seeing that the Soul Sage in front of him really hesitated, Qin Ming's lips curled up slightly, and an indescribable sense of superiority surged in his heart. He thought to himself: "I never thought that after graduating from Shrek, I, Qin Ming, can still enjoy the blessings of Shrek."

"Hmph, what's your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect like? Can it be as strong as the Spirit Hall?" "My senior is the youngest elder in the Spirit Hall."

The White-robed Soul Saint had a complicated expression. He turned his head to look at Gu Feng and said hesitantly, "Young Master, this..."

If one provokes an unknown Titled Douluo without authorization, even with the support of His Majesty the Bone Douluo, he will probably be punished.

Hearing this, Gu Feng immediately threw his head back and laughed: "Hahahaha!"

Qin Ming was embarrassed and annoyed, glaring at him: "What are you laughing at?"

Gu Feng finally managed to stop laughing, a hint of amusement still on his face as he sarcastically said, "I'm laughing at your stupidity, Qin Ming. Do you know what the rank of Spirit Hall elder is? And you still call me the youngest elder?"

"As far as I know, the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent is Tang Hao. Could it be that your senior is Tang Hao?"

Which elder in the Spirit Hall is not a Titled Douluo?
How many years has it been since Shrek was founded that it has been able to produce a Titled Douluo?

Qin Ming's face turned pale and blue. He was furious at Gu Feng's ridicule, but he was speechless. He avoided Gu Feng's gaze and said calmly, "Whether my senior is Tang Hao or not is none of your business. Anyway, if you offend me, the Spirit Hall will never let you off!"

Having said that, the slightly trembling tone still revealed his guilty conscience.

"Okay, I want to see if the Spirit Hall will stand up for you."

A mocking sneer appeared on Gu Feng's lips, his eyes full of disdain. He gracefully took out a shiny black stick from his soul guide and handed it to the Soul Saint in White. He nodded slightly, signaling him to take action.

"Okay, young master, just wait and see."

The Soul Saint in white grinned, revealing a row of sharp white teeth, like a foraging beast seeing its prey.

He first twisted his neck, and heard a few crisp "click" sounds. Then he moved his wrist, and there was a crackling sound between the joints. Then he strode towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming's expression changed drastically. He wanted to run, but how could he outrun the Soul Saint?

In the blink of an eye, the Soul Saint in white came in front of Qin Ming. Without saying a word, he raised his hand and swept a stick towards Qin Ming's thigh.

Hit the legs with a stick to prevent escape!

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound, and Qin Ming felt a sharp pain in his thigh. His knees softened and he almost fell to the ground. Before he could recover, the second stick hit his mouth.

Hit the mouth with two sticks to stop screaming!
The stick came at an extremely fast speed, making a whistling sound as it broke through the wind. Qin Ming had no time to dodge it. He only felt a pain on his cheek, and a trace of blood instantly flowed from the corner of his mouth. He was knocked to one side.

Immediately afterwards, the third stick landed heavily on his waist.

The stick was hit with full force, causing Qin Ming to bend his body and curl up like a cooked shrimp. He groaned in pain and could no longer straighten his back.

The white-robed Soul Saint Statue was furious and attacked without mercy. Every time the stick fell, it brought great force. One stick after another, Qin Ming was beaten so hard that he had no power to fight back.

As the saying goes, swinging a baton has power, punching has grace, kicking has accuracy, and every stick has attitude.

"what!!!"

In this one-sided and cruel "fight", Qin Ming could only passively take the beating, uttering painful howls and rolling on the ground. The scene was horrific.

(End of this chapter)