207: Don't you like to laugh? Keep on laughing

Lin Xiu looked down at him, "Tell me Protector Xuan's location, and I can consider letting you die without too much pain."

He didn't have many good qualities, but getting revenge was one of them.

"Hehehe... Just because you took advantage of me once, do you really think you've got me?"

Protector Wu let out a strange laugh.

This kid's strength and speed are extremely peculiar; ordinary methods probably won't be enough to take him down.

It seems I can only use that Move.

What a pity, the Dou Zong Soul I just acquired... A thought flashed, and Protector Wu's hand seals changed. The armor covering his body began to writhe like a living thing.

Then, an old face was slowly squeezed out from the armor.

"Hehehe... Kid, let me show you what it feels like for your Soul to be torn apart! Take this! Myriad Manifestations: Soul of... Pfft!"

The sinister laugh was cut short halfway. Protector Wu's figure retreated dozens of meters, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Kid, you ambushed me!"

Protector Wu's eyes were sinister, and he was very displeased; his Move was just about to succeed.

"You continue."

Lin Xiu smiled.

Let's see whose hand seals are faster, yours or my Six Thousand Thunder Movements.

"Hehehe... Myriad... Pfft!"

Protector Wu was interrupted again and once more struck by Lin Xiu's punch, spitting out blood.

He finally understood that this kid had no intention of letting him successfully use that Move.

"Heh... Pfft!"

As soon as he let out a laugh, a figure appeared beside Protector Wu, and he immediately moved.

However, Lin Xiu followed like a shadow, sticking close.

It was a simple, clean punch.

Possessing a Seventh-Rank Perfection physique, Lin Xiu's seemingly light and ordinary punch actually contained the force of a Seventh-Rank Demonic Beast's attack.

Furthermore, it was enhanced by the Earth High-Rank Fighting Skill, Starfire Spirit Body.

A Seventh-Rank Demonic Beast Cultivating an Earth High-Rank Body Refining Fighting Skill.

With such an attack, how could someone who isn't even at the Peak of Dou Zong block it?

"Tsk."

Spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Protector Wu's scarlet eyes locked onto Lin Xiu. His hand seals changed again, "Myriad..."

Learning from his previous lessons, he didn't even laugh, striving to unleash the Fighting Skill in the shortest possible time.

Bang! Bang!

The next second, there was another series of dull thuds.

"You... why two punches?"

Protector Wu looked at the shattered armor on his right shoulder, somewhat exasperated.

"Uh... Because I wanted to hear your arrogant laughter."

Lin Xiu said with a serious expression.

The surrounding crowd, watching the two fight, had completely fallen into a daze.

The imagined scene of a life-and-death struggle did not appear.

Protector Wu, who had previously struck fear into everyone, was now like a toy, being played with by Lin Xiu at will.

He was even being teased by him.

What did he mean, 'I wanted to hear your arrogant laughter'?

Please, you're in a fight!

Anyway, the crowd didn't believe Lin Xiu's far-fetched reason.

"Hehehe... Good! Very good! You forced my hand! Even if it costs me half my life today, I will kill you!"

Protector Wu's teeth gnashed, making "kaka" sounds, and a large amount of black mist emerged from his body.

The moment the black mist surged, Xiao Yan's voice came out, "Senior, stop him quickly. That layer of black mist will dissolve Dou Qi and block all attacks."

From Protector Wu being interrupted multiple times and continuously spitting blood, yet still insisting on using that Fighting Skill, it could be guessed that it was probably his trump card.

Therefore, not giving him a chance to use it was the correct way to resolve the battle.

However.

As soon as the words fell, Protector Wu was already enveloped by the black mist.

Seeing this, Xiao Yan let out a heavy sigh. Since things had come to this, his reminder seemed useless.

He looked at Lin Xiu with hope, "I hope Senior has a way to deal with his Fighting Skill."

"This, why didn't he stop him?"

Jia Xingtian was stunned, somewhat unable to understand.

"Perhaps he's still too young. If it were me, I would have killed him directly just now, never giving him a chance to breathe."

This was the difference between students from an academy and those who had gained experience from a young age outside. Hai Bodong sighed softly.

Even a lion hunting a rabbit knows to go all out.

Facing a mysterious and strange Dou Zong, he actually dared to give him a chance to breathe.

To what extent was he confident in his own strength to dare to do this?

"Hehehe... Hehehe... Kid, didn't you want to hear it?"

Enveloped in the black mist, Protector Wu finally found a long-lost sense of security. His laughter became arrogant, and his tone was full of provocation.

This black mist was their Hall of Souls' strongest secret technique. Once used, it could resist almost all damage.

They usually wouldn't use it lightly unless it was a critical moment.

Because each time it was exhausted, it would require a huge price to replenish it.

Lin Xiu stood before the black mist, and the two clusters of strange flames within his body stirred slightly.

This feeling was very subtle.

"Sure enough, just as I guessed. Since it's flames, then this Move of mine should be able to..."

A glint of light flashed in Lin Xiu's eyes. He formed hand seals and pointed towards the black mist.

"Flame Soul Separation Technique! Separate!"

A low shout burst from Lin Xiu's throat.

The next second.

The black mist, which had left Yao Lao, Xiao Yan, and the others helpless, actually obediently split open, forming a crack.

Inside, Protector Wu met Lin Xiu's smiling gaze, his eyes somewhat dazed. This was clearly shock exceeding his mental threshold.

"It's fine, you don't need to mind me. I just felt that listening from outside wasn't satisfying enough, so I came in to listen."

A cold sneer played on his lips, and Lin Xiu's figure directly plunged inside.

Outside.

Xiao Yan and the others' jaws almost dropped to the ground.

Their eyes were all replaced by the same expression.

That expression was shock!

"Laugh!"

"Don't you like to laugh?"

"Keep on 'hehe'-ing! I just love your arrogant 'hehe'-ing."

The crowd couldn't see what was happening inside the black mist, but from Protector Wu's repeated screams, similar scenes involuntarily formed in their minds.

At this moment, Xiao Yan, whose memories of his hometown were almost blurred, suddenly remembered a familiar scene.

Only, that person was called Brother Jie, not Brother Xiu.

Not long after, the black mist dissipated, and Lin Xiu's solitary figure appeared.

"Senior, where's Protector Wu?"

Xiao Yan rushed over first, frantically taking the black mist Lin Xiu tossed over. Inside, Yao Lao's Soul Body was emerging.

"He's dead."

Lin Xiu said calmly.

"Dead? I didn't even get a chance to ask about my father."

Hearing this, Xiao Yan was a little anxious.

Lin Xiu was somewhat helpless.

It was all that guy's fault for being so weak; he hadn't even shown many of his Fighting Skills yet.

"It doesn't matter. As long as we confirm this matter is related to the Hall of Souls, we can just ask someone else; we'll still find him."

Yao Lao was very weak, his Soul Body almost transparent. In this battle, the Soul Power he had barely managed to replenish was almost completely depleted again.

"Teacher..."

He had intended to complain that it wouldn't be that easy, but seeing Yao Lao's appearance, Xiao Yan swallowed the words he was about to say.

"Trust me, after I recover for a while, I'll take you to the Central Plains to find Venerable Feng. With a Dou Zun's help, it will be much easier."

Yao Lao said with a smile.

Hearing this, Xiao Yan was immediately invigorated.

"Lin Xiu, thank you for saving my life. I owe you a promise. If you ever need anything in the future, just ask."

Yao Lao's gaze shifted, looking at the young man, who was not much older than his Disciple, with a somewhat complex expression.