The sun hung high, and white clouds drifted by.
The imperial road leading straight to Tiandou City was extremely spacious, with lush, verdant wheat fields on both sides, and the figure of those laboring within could faintly be seen, sweating profusely as they toiled in the fields.
The Tianshui Battle Team's seven girls wore the academy's body-shaping short skirts, with one leg in a blue stocking and the other revealing a smooth, jade-like thigh, striding in high-heeled leather boots.
They had become a beautiful scene along the way.
Apparently not having been far from home in a long while, the girls looked around curiously at the scenery to each side.
But they did not speak to each other.
Even if they pretended not to care, the embarrassing scene from the previous night lingered and was hard to disperse.
Luo Yu basked in the warm sunshine on the wheelchair, half-closing his eyes as if dozing off, while Shui Yue'er pushed the wheelchair from behind, enjoying the breeze that met her face, comfortable and pleasant.
However, Shui Bing'er walked with an unusual posture, her long, slender legs half-clenched, her delicate eyebrows tightly furrowed, her lips pursed, and occasionally glancing surreptitiously in Luo Yu's direction with the corner of her eye.
Whenever she noticed Luo Yu looking her way, she would quickly move her gaze away like a startled deer.
Suddenly, as a man and seven women arrived at a T-junction,
the ground buzzed and roared.
On the flat imperial road, one could see the sand and gravel jumping as the ground vibrated.
"What's going on?" Xue Wu exclaimed in surprise, raising an eyebrow.
Shui Bing'er, her sister Ming Mei, and several other girls also focused their gaze in the direction from which the vibration came.
Luo Yu, however, was indifferent.
After toiling all of last night, he simply couldn't be bothered with the earthquake, yawned, shifted to the side, found a more comfortable position, and continued to lazily recline in the wheelchair, feigning sleep.
"Rumble!"
In the distance, dust rose, and a troop of riders galloped over.
Carrying a fierce aura, they passed by the group in just a few seconds.
They were on black steeds with fangs and blood-red eyes, tall and fierce, with strong, burly youths sitting atop, clad in small capes, muscles bulging, and arms like coiled dragons.
Especially the leading Great Han, who looked middle-aged and whose build was easily twice that of the others, he was powerful and robust, exuding rich waves of vital energy like iron.
When they noticed the Heavenly Water Girl Group, they reined in their steeds.
Their eyes shone brightly as they quickly approached.
One of the muscular youths with thick eyebrows and big eyes laughed boisterously,
"Tch, isn't this the Tianshui Academy team? What a coincidence to run into you here."
Shui Bing'er's eyes, clear as ice crystals, squinted slightly, showing an undisguised look of disgust.
"What's so coincidental about it? Isn't this the necessary road to Tiandou City?"
"Hahaha," the youth laughed, "Our Bing'er sister is as cold as ever."
"It's strange that I don't like other women who grovel at my feet, but why do I just like your cold demeanor?"
"What's strange about it?" Shui Yue'er interjected with distaste, "Huyan Li, only a despicable man likes being slapped in the face. Please stay away from my sister."
Huyan Li's smile didn't waver, in fact, it deepened.
Squinting his tiger-like eyes, he took a deep breath.
"I forgot to say, Yue'er sister, I also like your fiery spirit."
"Swear, keep swearing, don't stop!"
"I like it!"
Shui Bing'er said angrily, "Scram, don't pollute the air here."
"Scram? Why should we scram?" Huyan Li said with amusement, "This isn't your Shui Family's territory, is it?"
"Boom!"
Shui Bing'er didn't want to waste words, her blue light exploded, and she directly summoned the Ice Phoenix Martial Spirit.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple.
Four Soul Rings shone around her.
Huyan Li's gaze shook, and he commented with a hint of surprise, "Tch, seems that Bing'er sister's cultivation level has greatly improved recently."
"If you don't scram now, don't blame me for being impolite," Shui Bing'er said coldly.
Huyan Li shook his head, sat on the tall steed, and looked down at the man and seven women.
"Bing'er sister, I'd advise you better not to make a move."
"It looks to me like you didn't bring a teacher for this trip."
"This guy by my side, to tell you the truth, is none other than Huyan Badao, the Elder of Xiangjiazong, second only to the Sect Master. The strength of a Soul Douluo is not to be taken lightly."
Shui Yue'er said coldly, "Are you threatening us?"
"Threatening? How can you use such a word?" Huyan Li clutched his chest, appearing heartbroken, "You're all delicate girls, I really don't want to actually start a fight and hurt you."
Shui Bing'er said, "Huyan Li, I find you truly disgusting yet unaware of it."
Huyan Li's eyes shifted, revealing a fierce light.
"Shui Bing'er, our Xiangjiazong has already pledged allegiance to the Martial Soul Hall."
"Our strength is not what it used to be, and your Shui Family won't be hopping around for much longer."
"Show some respect."
"Just a friendly reminder, today, there's no one here besides our two teams, and you haven't brought your team teacher. If we were to really do something to you, who would know?"
"Heh heh heh!"
The surrounding young, strong men burst into laughter, their gazes rudely sweeping over the girls.
Xue Wu, Ming Mei, and the others' beautiful eyes simultaneously flashed with intense disgust.
They had no affection for the youth of Xiangjiazong surrounding them.
Huyan Li shook his head, "It seems you have not realized the gravity of the situation."
"Elder Huyan Badao, perhaps you should show them a trick or two."
"Yes, young sect master." The burly middle-aged man nodded slightly, his bear-like physique shuddering, and the enormous Diamond Mammoth Phantom emerged behind him, letting out a sky-piercing roar.
The earth quaked, and sand and stones scattered.
Yellow yellow purple purple black black black black
Eight soul rings oscillated up and down, emanating a terrifying and dreadful sense of power.
The corners of the Xiangjiazong's eight great men's mouths turned upward.
Sitting astride fierce horses, they laughed heartily from their superior position.
It seemed that bullying seven delicate girls was a source of immense satisfaction to them.
However, what baffled them was, faced with the terrifying pressure of a Soul Douluo,
the seven girls stood their ground unwavering, no trace of fear in their beautiful eyes, exuding full confidence.
Huyan Li shouted, "Shui Bing'er, stop pretending to be calm. Even your headmaster might not be able to withstand our Elder Badao's strength."
Shui Bing'er shook her head and sighed.
"Huyan Li, you better scram."
"If you anger my Brother Luo, not just you, even your so-called Elder Badao won't have the chance to kneel."
"What nonsense, Brother Luo?" Huyan Li showed hesitation, then scanned the crowd before his gaze settled on the young Luo Yu, "Don't tell me you're counting on a cripple to protect you."
"Hahaha, what a joke."
"Such a cripple, one punch from me, Huyan Li, and he won't know which way is north."
The other young, strong men around joined in the ridicule.
"Big brother, do you even need a punch? I could take him down with one finger," one of them said.
"One hair from my body would suffice!" another exclaimed.
"No doubt, totally crushed!" they concluded.
Seeing that Tian Shui Academy didn't bring a team teacher, the people from Xiangjiazong spoke without any restraint, as they had already counted the girls from Tian Shui Academy as easy prey in their hearts.
Amidst their laughter, they noticed
that the seven delicate girls, far from being scared, were all looking at them with a sympathy so profound
it was akin to looking at the dead, which made them extremely uncomfortable.
Huyan Li shouted angrily, "It seems you still haven't grasped the seriousness of the situation. Do you really think that in the wilderness, my Xiangjiazong wouldn't dare to lay a hand on you?"
"Out here, you can scream your lungs out and no one will come to save you."
The women's eyes were filled with disdain, saying nothing, they all turned their beautiful eyes towards the young man on the wheelchair, who was gradually regaining consciousness.
"Creak, creak!"
The wheelchair slid forward, and Luo Yu slowly came to the front, opening his sleepy eyes and yawning.
His voice was raspy, magnetic,
yet it carried an irresistible authority.
"Xiangjiazong, is it?"
"I'll give you three seconds to dismount and knock your heads on the ground three times, then roll as far away as you can."