Douluo Continent: Invincible Physical Body, I Became a God with a Mortal Form

Wang Shuo's aura was stable at this moment. Not to mention the possession of his martial spirit, he did not even reveal a trace of soul power.

To be able to go toe-to-toe with him without activating one's Martial Soul is something that only a Soul King or higher level expert could do.

But the person in front of him was clearly about the same age as him, looking no more than twenty years old. How could he possibly be a Soul King?

Is it that the spirit rings are hidden? Or is it that the aura is concealed?

Dai Mubai felt increasingly uneasy, but pride and the embarrassment of being caught in their affair instantly overwhelmed his reason.

"I don't believe you! Let's try again!"

Dai Mubai roared to the sky, and three soul rings pulsed wildly beneath his feet, their yellow, yellow, and purple rays of light dazzlingly bright.

First Soul Skill: White Tiger Protective Barrier!

Second Soul Skill: White Tiger Blazing Light Wave!

Third Soul Skill: White Tiger Vajra Transformation!

The three soul skills erupted simultaneously, unleashing blazing white light cannons that carried countless whistling soul power claw shadows, instantly engulfing Wang Shuo entirely.

The terrifying surge of soul power sent dust flying from the street, and even the wooden windows of the inns on both sides were shaken and shattered.

The onlookers turned pale with fright, retreated repeatedly, and exclaimed in shock.

"Run! Get out of the way!"

"They used all three soul skills at once! What terrifying soul power!"

Tang San and Xiao Wu were also drawn by this violent aura, their eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield.

Tang San frowned slightly, feeling that the tall, straight figure was strangely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

At this moment, in the center of the battlefield, as the ferocious attack was about to hit him, Wang Shuo finally raised his eyes, and his previously nonchalant expression finally became more serious.

"Interesting. Explosive foot!"

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground instantly cracked open, unleashing his explosive power!

His figure transformed into a blurry afterimage, so fast that only a phantom remained, forcefully passing through the gaps between the countless claw shadows.

The instant he dodged the soul power beam, his right arm tensed, veins bulging faintly beneath his sleeve, his entire right fist enveloped by a condensed physical power.

boom!

Iron Fist and White Tiger's fierce light wave collided violently, the light wave exploded and the shockwave swept in all directions, directly blowing away the stalls on the street.

All they heard was a deafening crash, and when they opened their eyes again...

Dai Mubai was struck as if by a heavy blow, and his whole body flew backward, crashing heavily into the stone pillar of the Rose Hotel. He almost had a mouthful of blood rush to his head.

His entire arm was trembling violently, from his fingertips to his shoulder, completely numb, and he couldn't even clench his fist.

Wang Shuo was also forced back two steps by the recoil, his shoes leaving two shallow marks on the stone slab.

"He does have some skill after all!"

Wang Shuo shook his slightly numb right fist. Although there was no injury on his body, his internal energy was unstable due to the backlash.

Their first encounter ended so hastily, with Wang Shuo naturally securing an overwhelming victory.

"what!"

Dai Mubai's eyes were bloodshot, and the anger and humiliation in his chest were about to explode. He roared and was about to pounce again.

"Stop it, all of you!"

At that moment, a clear, piercing shout rang out, instantly interrupting the two who were about to engage in battle.

Zhu Zhuqing returned, standing not far away with her cold eyes staring at the two of them, her aura frighteningly low.

She didn't look at Wang Shuo; her gaze was fixed on the disheveled Dai Mubai, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

Dai Mubai was stunned, instantly forgetting his anger and only feeling panic.

"Zhuqing, let me explain, it's not what you think, I..."

He hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to take Zhu Zhuqing's hand.

"Don't touch me."

Zhu Zhuqing took a step back, her tone as indifferent as if she were looking at a stranger.

I don't want to hear it.

Four simple words, yet more hurtful than any scolding.

She didn't look at Dai Mubai again, turned around and walked to Wang Shuo's side, her voice filled with unwavering determination:

"Let's go!"

Wang Shuo nodded, not glancing at Dai Mubai again, and turned to walk side by side with Zhu Zhuqing into the depths of the street.

Dai Mubai stood frozen in place, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes surging with overwhelming anger and resentment, as well as a trace of panic that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

Especially when he saw Zhu Zhuqing's natural dependence and trust in Wang Shuo, an intense killing intent silently rose from the bottom of his heart.

He stared intently in the direction the two had left, his blond hair whipping wildly in the wind, his evil eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Zhu Zhuqing, you just wait!"

Not far away, Tang San stared in the direction Wang Shuo had left, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

The face was sharply defined, the figure tall and upright, and the temperament calm and sharp, completely different from the child in my memory.

But that silhouette and that composed demeanor felt strangely familiar to him.

"Third Brother, what's wrong?" Xiao Wu asked softly.

Tang San shook his head, his gaze deep: "It's nothing... I just feel like I've seen that person somewhere before."

"Oh! Don't think about that anymore, come shopping with me!"

Xiao Wu skipped and hopped along, pulling Tang San towards the bustling market. Tang San glanced back at the distance and then lost interest.

As the sun sets, the lights of Soto come on one by one, and the lively nightlife begins.

Wang Shuo and Zhu Zhuqing walked silently through the streets of Soto City.

The hustle and bustle were left far behind, leaving only the sound of footsteps, one soft and one deep.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression was indifferent, giving off an icy feeling. Her eyes held no resentment, only a deathly stillness.

She walked forward step by step, while Wang Shuo followed beside her without saying a word.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to comfort her, but when faced with Zhu Zhuqing like this, no amount of eloquent words seemed palpable or powerless.

All he could do was quietly stay by her side and let her know that she wasn't alone.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhu Zhuqing suddenly stopped in her tracks when she came to a quiet, secluded alley with few people around.

She didn't turn around, but slowly squatted down, hugged her knees tightly with both arms, and buried her face deep between her legs.

At first, it was just a slight tremor, but soon, sobs that had been suppressed for too long finally came from her body.

Wang Shuo was somewhat at a loss. He had always been straightforward in his life, only knowing how to cultivate and fight, and then charging forward once he identified a goal. However, he was the least good at comforting others.

He stood frozen to the side, raising and lowering his hand repeatedly, finally speaking in a rough but earnest voice: "Don't cry. That kind of person isn't worth your sadness. You live your life for yourself, your destiny is in your own hands, and no one can control you."

Wang Shuo wasn't good at offering words of comfort; he could only manage a few philosophical remarks about life.

After a long while, the sobbing gradually subsided.

Zhu Zhuqing slowly raised her head, her eyes reddening, but there were no tear stains on her face, only her clear and cold eyes.

She stood up, her voice very calm: "I'm leaving Soto."

She didn't want to stay in this disgusting and embarrassing place any longer, not even for a second.

Seeing her utterly despondent yet determined appearance, Wang Shuo didn't immediately agree. Instead, he gently reached out and took her wrist.

"Don't you want to become stronger? Don't you want to trample them all under your feet? Don't you want them to fear you, be afraid of you, and respect you?"