Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

This boy, who was only in his thirties, seemed to have become some kind of monster in human skin in his eyes at this moment.

Beneath its calm exterior lies such a bizarre and terrifying method!

If that golden needle had been aimed not at the chest, but at the eyes, throat, or temple...

Zhao Wuji shuddered and dared not think any further.

For the first time, he realized with such clarity that talent can sometimes truly transcend the boundaries of social class and pose a deadly threat.

As for their background... these two seemingly ordinary little guys are probably not as simple as they appear.

Whose commoner Soul Master could possess such an unheard-of and bizarre attack method?

Zhao Wuji's anger had long been extinguished by fear and lingering dread, replaced by a deep sense of apprehension and regret.

Perhaps I really was too impulsive just now?

"Teacher Zhao."

Tang San's voice rang out, calm and expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"Is applying pressure like that fun?"

Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a single word.

What could he say?

Admitting you were wrong? Where would that leave your pride?

Saying you're not wrong? What if that little monster does it again...?

In the end, he simply lowered his head in dejection, avoiding Tang San's gaze.

At this moment, the imposing presence of Fudo Myoo vanished completely.

The hotel lobby was deathly silent.

Everyone watched this scene, their feelings extremely complicated.

Dai Mubai's expression shifted, but in the end he simply stepped forward silently, helped the exhausted Zhao Wuji to his feet, and said in a low voice, "Teacher Zhao, let me help you back to your room to rest."

Ma Hongjun and Oscar rushed forward to help.

Chapter 280 A Visitor in the Night

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her gaze, turned around, and walked towards the stairs, leaving behind a cold statement: "I'm going back to my room."

She didn't look at Dai Mubai even once more from beginning to end.

Cinderella gently tugged at Tang San's hand: "Little San, let's go back too."

Tang San nodded, took his sister's slightly cool hand in return, and felt the cold sweat remaining on her palm. The last trace of resentment in his heart dissipated, replaced by heartache and guilt.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I startled you."

“It’s nothing.” Cinderella shook her head, a slightly tired smile on her face. “Let’s go back.”

Ignoring everyone else, the two walked side by side toward the stairs.

As Tang San passed Zhao Wuji, he paused slightly, turned his head, and said coldly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Teacher Zhao, there won't be a next time."

Zhao Wuji froze, offering no response.

Tang San didn't linger. He took Cinderella upstairs and returned to his room.

The door was closed, isolating the room from everything outside.

Cinderella finally relaxed completely and sat on the edge of the bed, her face still a little pale.

Tang San poured her a glass of warm water, his eyes filled with self-reproach: "Sister, it's my fault, I couldn't have done it sooner..."

"It's not your fault." Cinderella took the water glass, sipped it, and looked at Tang San with her azure eyes. "Tang San, were you using Dragon Beard Needles just now?"

"Yes." Tang San nodded. "In a moment of desperation, we have no other choice but to use it."

"Its power is indeed terrifying," Cinderella said softly. "Even a Soul Saint couldn't withstand it. However, we should still use it with caution in the future, since it's too conspicuous."

"I know." Tang San sat down next to Cinderella, clenching his fist. "But I will never let anyone who dares to hurt you get away with it."

Cinderella felt a warmth in her heart and reached out to ruffle Tang San's hair: "Silly boy. But after what happened today, Zhao Wuji shouldn't dare to target us so easily anymore. As for Dai Mubai and the others..."

She paused, a cold glint in her eyes: "Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Let's just do our own thing."

Tang San nodded emphatically.

……

Late at night, the hotel in the small town on the edge of the Starry Sky Forest was completely silent.

Zhao Wuji lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

Although the pain in his chest had subsided, the terrifying sensation of the golden needle piercing his body and twisting wildly through his meridians during the day still lingered in his mind.

Tang San's icy eyes sent chills down his spine whenever he thought about them.

"Damn it..." Zhao Wuji cursed under his breath, but there was nothing he could do.

He, the mighty Immovable King, a level 76 Battle Soul Saint, actually suffered such a great loss at the hands of a mere level 30 Soul Venerable, and almost lost his life.

If this gets out, where will Zhao Wuji put his face?

But what chilled him even more was Tang San's methods. The bizarre hidden weapon that could easily break through the defenses of a Soul Saint and cause such terrifying damage to the body was something he had never heard of before.

Just who is this kid?

Zhao Wuji turned over irritably, and the wooden bed creaked.

He decided that first thing tomorrow morning, after dealing with things with Flander, he would thoroughly investigate Tang San and Cinderella's background.

Those two little monsters are definitely not as simple as they seem on the surface.

Just as Zhao Wuji was lost in thought, his consciousness gradually fading, and he was about to drift off to sleep.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended without warning.

"puff"

The sliver of sleep that Zhao Wuji had just managed to muster was instantly shattered. He sprang up from the bed, felt a tightness in his chest, and uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.

It wasn't an injury, but rather the sheer pressure that caused his soul power to instantly become disordered and his blood and qi to surge in reverse.

"Who?"

Zhao Wuji was filled with shock and anger. His eyes widened, and his soul power was instantly pushed to its limit. Seven soul rings appeared around him, and the Mighty Vajra Bear martial soul instantly possessed him.

However, under that terrifying pressure that was like a mountain collapsing, his soul power circulation became extremely sluggish, the light of his soul rings dimmed, and the process of his martial soul possessing him was extremely difficult.

This is not the pressure of a Soul Saint.

This is... a Title Douluo!

Zhao Wuji's face turned deathly pale, and cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead.

What the hell is today?

First, he was taught a lesson by students using bizarre methods, and then at night he attracted the attention of a titled Douluo?

But he hasn't offended anyone of that level recently!

"Senior...Senior..." Zhao Wuji forced back the metallic taste in his throat and spoke in a dry voice.

"I was unaware of your presence, senior. What brings you here? If I have offended you in any way, Zhao Wuji is willing to forgive me..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because the room's window had been opened silently at some point.

A tall, ghostly figure stood by the window, his back to the cold moonlight outside, casting a large shadow that completely enveloped Zhao Wuji.

The man was wearing a large black cloak with the hood pulled low, covering most of his face except for his sharp jawline and stubble-covered chin.

He just stood there quietly, without making any movement, not even releasing his martial spirit.

But the terrifying pressure, which felt almost tangible, emanated from him, making it difficult for Zhao Wuji to breathe and even move a finger.

Title Douluo!

Absolutely a Title Douluo!

Zhao Wuji roared inwardly, his hair standing on end, the shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly.

Zhao Wuji roared inwardly, his hair standing on end, the shadow of death had never loomed over him so clearly.

The figure in black standing by the window didn't move, and didn't even glance at him.

But the terrifying pressure that seemed to crush his soul grew heavier and heavier, pressing down on his knees with a creaking sound, and causing the wooden floor beneath his feet to crack inch by inch.

"S-senpai..."

Zhao Wuji spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse as if it had been sanded by sandpaper.

"This junior, Zhao Wuji, has no idea where I have offended you, senior. Please enlighten me..."

He racked his brains but couldn't figure out when he had ever provoked a Title Douluo-level being.

Such powerful individuals are extremely rare across the entire continent. Although Zhao Wuji is known as the Immovable King and has a fearsome reputation, he is self-aware enough to never dare to provoke those truly colossal beings.

Could it be... something that happened during the day?

An absurd yet incredibly possible thought flashed through Zhao Wuji's mind.

Tang San!

That weird kid!

Does he really have a powerful backer at the Title Douluo level?

But... how is that possible?

A twelve-year-old Soul Master, from a remote small town, was sent here by a theoretical waste like Yu Xiaogang...

and many more!

Zhao Wuji suddenly remembered that the strange golden needles Tang San used during the day, the kind of technique that could easily break through the defenses of a Soul Saint and cause terrifying damage to the body, were definitely not something an ordinary Soul Master could possess.