Chapter 62: The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone

The moment they met, Prince Xue Xing immediately took the offensive, trying to act like the aggrieved party. His aim was to stall for time, relying on Ning Fengzhi's perceived hesitation to harm a prince of the empire.

"Ning Fengzhi, how dare you storm into my estate! Do you realize the consequences this will bring?"

Prince Xue Xing scolded angrily, his face filled with fury.

Before Ning Fengzhi could reply, a young girl in a white dress stepped forward from behind him.

"Grandpa Bone, no need to waste time with him—capture him and make him reveal Meng Bei's whereabouts!"

"Understood!"

Next to her, Bone Douluo (Gu Rong) responded with a deep voice. Five soul rings rose around him, and a black soul ring instantly lit up. With a single motion of his palm, a massive dragon claw appeared in the void, swiping toward Prince Xue Xing.

Prince Xue Xing was terrified, his soul almost leaving his body. He quickly activated his Martial Soul. Two white wings unfurled behind him, and eight soul rings appeared on his body—he was, surprisingly, a Soul Douluo-level expert.

But despite his strength, Prince Xue Xing had no courage to fight against Bone Douluo. After activating several acceleration soul skills, he turned to flee at full speed.

As he ran, he shouted warnings, "I am a prince of the empire, the younger brother of the emperor! How dare you lay hands on me!"

However, his words had no effect on Bone Douluo.

The dragon claw in the air moved swiftly, catching Prince Xue Xing before he could escape. The claw held him firmly and dragged him back, despite his frantic struggles.

Prince Xue Xing unleashed his strongest eighth soul skill in desperation, but the attack only caused the claw to tremble slightly—far from enough to make an impact.

The gap between a Soul Douluo and a Titled Douluo was vast, even greater than the divide between Soul Masters and Soul Scholars. Throughout history, no Soul Douluo had ever defeated, let alone injured, a Titled Douluo.

Prince Xue Xing, who had only recently become a Soul Douluo, was entirely outmatched. Accustomed to luxury and lacking real combat experience, he was powerless in front of Bone Douluo.

Bone Douluo held him in the air as easily as grabbing a chicken. Prince Xue Xing's desperate struggles only made him look all the more ridiculous.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan! How dare you treat a prince of the empire like this! Do you have no respect for the imperial family?!"

Prince Xue Xing roared, hoping to draw attention from others.

Unfortunately for him, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan had cleared the area beforehand.

Nobody would dare approach when a Titled Douluo was acting.

"Enough nonsense! Tell us where Meng Bei is!"

Ning Rongrong's sharp voice rang out as she glared at Prince Xue Xing.

Prince Xue Xing clenched his teeth and refused to answer.

"I demand to see His Majesty! You have no right to judge or punish me—I am a prince!"

He was convinced Ning Fengzhi would not dare harm him.

After all, he was a royal prince of the Tian Dou Empire, and the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan was part of the empire. Ning Fengzhi, no matter how bold, would only intimidate him at most—he wouldn't actually strike.

"Grandpa Sword, cut off one of his arms!"

Ning Rongrong's voice rang out coldly.

Sword Douluo glanced at Ning Fengzhi, who simply looked up at the sky, pretending not to hear. Sword Douluo immediately understood.

With a swish, a flash of sword light streaked through the air, and Prince Xue Xing's arm flew off.

"AHHHH! You—you dare?! You really dare?!"

Prince Xue Xing screamed in agony, his face twisted in pain and hatred as he glared venomously at the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.

Ning Rongrong frowned slightly. "You still refuse to talk? Grandpa Sword, destroy his arm so it can't be reattached!"

Sword Douluo complied, sending another slash of sword light that turned the severed arm into dust.

Prince Xue Xing's eyes widened in horror, a new wave of phantom pain striking deeper than the physical wound. Losing the arm was painful enough, but realizing it could never be reattached sent him into despair.

Before he could recover, Ning Rongrong warned again,

"Speak now, or your leg is next!"

This time, Prince Xue Xing broke.

"I'll talk, I'll talk! Poison Douluo—he's in the Sunset Forest…!"

With the information secured, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan left without further delay.

Prince Xue Xing watched their retreating figures with hatred burning in his eyes.

"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, Meng Bei, and that Shrek team—you dared humiliate me like this… I'll make you pay!"

He swore vengeance in his heart.

Meanwhile, deep in the Sunset Forest, Meng Bei was sparring with Dugu Yan when a sudden system notification echoed in his mind.

[Ding! The side mission has changed—Prince Xue Xing's revenge difficulty has been upgraded!]

[Side Mission: Prince's Revenge—Humiliated by the loss of his arm, Prince Xue Xing secretly holds a grudge against the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, you, and the Shrek team. He plans to exact revenge in the future. Solve this problem effectively.]

[Difficulty: Nightmare]

[Reward: Random Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone.]

Meng Bei froze momentarily. Prince Xue Xing lost an arm? When did that happen?

Seeing his distraction, Dugu Yan seized the opportunity to lunge forward, her snake-like movements entwining her body around Meng Bei and locking her legs around his neck.

Meng Bei could have easily reacted, but he deliberately pretended not to, letting Dugu Yan catch him. Naturally, he reached out to pry her legs away.

Dugu Yan's face flushed, but she held on tightly.

Soon, Meng Bei's breathing quickened as he pretended to surrender.

"Alright, alright—too tight! Sister Yan, I give up!"

Satisfied, Dugu Yan released him.

"How about that, Meng Bei? Do you finally admit defeat?"

Dugu Yan asked triumphantly.

Meng Bei turned his head stubbornly.

"Hmph, not convinced! You said I won by surprise earlier—now you're just as guilty of that. We need a rematch!"

Instead of getting angry, Dugu Yan laughed joyfully,

"Not happening! I already won. Unless you make me my favorite Snakeweed Stuffed Meat Rolls, I'm not fighting again. Hmph, serves you right for running off the last time you won!"

Seeing her smug expression, Meng Bei pretended to be deflated.

"Alright, alright…"

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