Douluo: Demon King from Another World

"Where did this old guy come from to interfere with my young master's affairs?"

The young man clamored and climbed up. When he saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sneered: "It turned out to be a watchdog. If you beat me, you old guy and that little bitch, neither one of you can even think of leaving!"

He waved his hand, and four soul saints sprang out from the surrounding corners and came behind him in an instant.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Yan Changsheng's forehead. Who was this person's background? He was secretly protected by the Soul Saint.

"Hold that old thing down to me, doesn't he want to protect that little bitch? I'm right here on the street, taking off her clothes one by one! I want you to know that the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace is not a good person. You did it!" The young man roared, and then glanced at Bei Mingxue greedily.

Yan Changsheng's heart dropped when he heard that the other party was the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. The Holy Son of Wuhun Palace was not someone the Beiming family could afford to offend.

"Miss, run, run!" Yan Changsheng was heartbroken and actually took the initiative to fight with the two soul saints. He knew that with his strength, he could only delay for a short while at most, but if he could get Bei Mingxue out of here, it would be worth dying!

But doing so was obviously in vain. After just a few breaths, Yan Changsheng was suppressed and pinned to the ground by two soul saints, unable to move.

Before Bei Mingxue could run far, she was caught by another soul saint and thrown in front of the saint.

Holding Bei Mingxue's chin with one hand, the Holy Son slapped Bei Mingxue in the face. In an instant, half of his face turned red and bulged.

"Made, you bitch. It's your blessing that this Holy Son likes you. How dare you refuse?"

Then there was another crisp slap, Bei Mingxue's cheeks bulged high, and tears burst into her eyes.

Everyone around him was angry but dared not speak out. Even though such a thing happened, they were still very angry. But who knows that the other party is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, an existence they can't afford to offend, so they can only blame that girl for her bad fate.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, brother Zhuo, that girl has had a chance encounter with you, and you just refuse to save her?" Xie E smacked his lips and asked Tang Fan curiously. How can you not be tempted by such a beautiful girl?

"You can go if you want, don't drag me into trouble." Tang Fan waved his hand nonchalantly, turned around and left. He is not a kind person, so he is too lazy to meddle in other people's business. Only people like Ma Hongjun, who are dominated by the lower body, can stage a scene of a hero saving a beauty.

What's more, the other party is so domineering and dares to expose himself in public as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. It is obvious that someone instigated him to do this. As for what the purpose is, it is not yet known.

The clothes were roughly torn apart one by one, and Bei Mingxue had fewer and fewer coverings. There was a trace of amusement in the eyes of the Holy Son. He liked to watch women showing this look, and he would feel it when he played with it.

Yan Changsheng looked at all this with hatred, but was unable to stop it at all.

Suddenly, a mysterious force hit Tang Fan's chest. There was no lethality, it just made Tang Fan's footsteps move backwards, appearing in everyone's eyes.

When the Holy Son was about to take off the last piece of clothing from Bei Mingxue and let her be exposed to the world, a young boy suddenly disturbed his mood.

"Hey, there are still people who want to be heroes and save beauties."

When Bei Mingxue saw the person, she felt as if she had seen a savior. She raised her arms to cover her key parts and came behind Tang Fan: "Brother Zhuo, please save me and Uncle Yan." 7K妏敩

She had seen Tang Fan's strength. One person could kill an entire mercenary group without using martial arts. It shouldn't be a problem to save Yan Bo. As everyone knows, Tang Fan doesn't want to pay attention to her at all.

The Holy Son frowned and said coldly: "It turns out she is this little bitch's mistress. How dare you stand up? Boy, a hero must pay a price for saving a beauty."

After moving his body, the Holy Son revealed his martial spirit and struck Tang Fan fiercely.

Tang Fan narrowed his eyes. Originally, he didn't want to get involved in this nonsense, but the kid in front of him was too arrogant. If I didn't give him a good beating, I would be embarrassed!

"Demon Evil Jue, Ghost Dragon Claw!"

A black shadow flashed in an instant, and before anyone could react, the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace had already flown backwards.

The murderous intent was revealed, and a touch of fear lingered in everyone's hearts. Everyone subconsciously took a step back, wanting to stay away from Tang Fan.

"Mard, come on, kill him for me!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the Holy Son's eyes were filled with murderous intent towards Tang Fan.

Before the four soul saints could take action, Tang Fan's figure had already arrived in front of them.

The sound of cracking bones rang clearly in everyone's ears, and the four soul saints howled like pigs, holding their arms in agony.

"This... this..." The Holy Son was stunned by the scene in front of him. He pointed at Tang Fan tremblingly and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"You...don't come here, I...I am the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace. If you touch me, Wuhun Palace will never spare you..."

Before he could say anything, Tang Fan raised his leg and kicked him directly in the lower body.

"what--"

A heartbreaking pain hit his forehead. The Holy Son curled up into a ball and fell to the ground, shaking continuously. Blood was flowing out from that place.

How vicious!

This is the unified thought of everyone. This guy wearing a mask is really ruthless. The opponent is the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace, and he actually wants to use it up at the drop of a hat!

"Thank you Mr. Zhuo for your help. I am very grateful." After rubbing his swollen cheek, Yan Changsheng stood up and bowed to Tang Fan.

He was very shocked in his heart. The other party was obviously just a young man, but now his strength was far superior to him. Even Soul Saint could not survive a few moves under his hands.

"Thank you, Brother Zhuo." Bei Mingxue glanced at Tang Fan a little shyly. Although he was still wearing a mask, she had seen Tang Fan's true appearance. Now that he had saved her twice, she was naturally interested in him. Enthralled.

"Just passing by, no need to thank me." Tang Fan waved his hand, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Surround all the troublemakers for me."

A bright voice came from the distance, and a man in white clothes and a sword was seen rushing over from a distance with a group of guards. The crowd of onlookers dispersed, as if they were afraid of being caught by these people.

The man in white has sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and carries a simple sword on his back. His whole person has a faint aura that transcends heaven and earth. Judging from the fluctuations in soul power emanating from him, he and the Holy Son had similar cultivation levels, and they were both Soul Emperor-level beings.

"Murong Yun, you came just in time. Get that kid down for me quickly."

Murong Yun glanced at the Holy Son who fell on the ground, and said sarcastically with a little disdain: "Zhong Lisong, you still have the nerve to complain? You are arrogant and domineering in the realm of Chongjian City. I don't think I'll give you a sword now. It's just a temper." Okay. Why don’t you take your entourage and get out?!”

Zhong Lisang gritted his teeth, stood up staggeringly, glared at Tang Fan and Murong Yun fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay, I'll remember what happened today!"

Then he fled the scene in embarrassment.