Supreme Dragon Martial Soul-Chapter 207: I Don’t Hit Women

"Hmm?"

Luo Cheng’s eyes narrowed as he turned to look at the female disciple who had just spoken. "What did you say?"

The girl, dressed in fine silk and exuding an air of aristocratic elegance, raised an eyebrow and smirked mockingly, her tone growing sharper as she replied:

"What’s the matter? Feeling humiliated and angry? I’m just speaking the truth. Trash like you, compared to Senior Brother Qi Guyun, is like filthy mud on the sole of a shoe. How could you possibly catch Senior Sister Yun Mengli’s attention? Clearly, you’ve deceived her using shameless methods." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

She tilted her chin slightly upward and sneered:

"If you’re desperate for wealth, you might as well kneel down and knock your head on the ground a few times. Maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll reward you with a few million taels."

Ha!

Luo Cheng laughed coldly in anger, his eyes icy as he pulled out the Purple-Blue Soft Armor. He waved it before her and retorted:

"What I want, I take for myself! As for you, prattling on and on, clearly you have your eyes on this Purple-Blue Soft Armor. If you have the ability, come take it yourself."

The aristocratic disciple raised her delicate brows, casting a fleeting glance at Qi Guyun.

She admired Qi Guyun deeply, and if she could retrieve the Purple-Blue Soft Armor for him, perhaps it would win her favor in his eyes.

The thought flitted through her mind, and she responded with a charming smile:

"Then, I shall humbly accept your invitation!"

Swish!

Her toes lightly touched the ground as she made several graceful leaps, landing elegantly onto the stage.

"Look, Senior Sister Han Xuan is stepping up!"

"Senior Sister Han Xuan broke through to the Second Layer of the Tongxuan Realm long ago—she’ll surely teach Luo Cheng a lesson this time!"

As the aristocratic disciple ascended the stage, the audience erupted into vigorous discussion.

Han Xuan stopped ten paces away from Luo Cheng, extending her fair and slender hand towards him, her tone blunt: "Hand it over!"

"Hand it over?"

Luo Cheng’s lips curled slightly. "Qi Guyun himself doesn’t have the face to demand this from me. Do you think your face is somehow bigger?"

Han Xuan’s face flushed with embarrassment. She awkwardly withdrew her hand, masking her shame with a cold sneer:

"So, what—are you planning to fight me? Truly the arrogance of a petty-minded man! Beating Yan Qi has made you believe you’re powerful now, has it?"

She wasn’t someone who had merely recently broken through to the Second Layer of the Tongxuan Realm—she was already nearing the Middle Stage of the Second Layer.

Han Xuan, who always held herself in high regard, naturally looked down on Luo Cheng.

Luo Cheng replied coldly: "One sentence. Defeat me, and this Purple-Blue Soft Armor is yours."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Han Xuan giggled seductively, her demeanor dazzling.

Yet, just as she laughed, her aura shifted drastically. A sudden surge of energy erupted from her, and in a flash, she lunged at Luo Cheng, her palm slamming down with ferocious power.

"Watch out!"

The attack occurred in a blink of an eye. No one expected Han Xuan to strike so suddenly; even Chen Lingyu was startled.

Boom!

Han Xuan’s calculated blow slammed heavily into Luo Cheng’s chest.

A triumphant smile spread across her face as she thought darkly to herself: Trash will always be trash—completely unable to withstand a single strike!

But in the next moment, Luo Cheng’s figure shattered like a mirror into countless fragments, leaving only rippling airwaves in its place.

"What!"

Han Xuan’s heart jolted with shock. Before she could react, a heavy sound of air being split reached her from the left side.

Smack!

A resounding slap exploded throughout Martial Arts Square!

Under the gaze of countless astonished spectators, Han Xuan was sent flying by a fierce slap from Luo Cheng, landing over ten meters away.

"Don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because you’re a woman!"

Luo Cheng sneered coldly.

Had it been anyone else, they’d likely have suffered from Han Xuan’s sneak attack.

But that was her miscalculation. With Luo Cheng’s sharp perception, he sensed her intent as soon as she mobilized her Essence Energy!

Han Xuan struggled to her feet, blood streaming from her nose and mouth. Gone was her earlier aristocratic allure—her entire left cheek was grotesquely swollen.

"You... I’ll kill you!"

She let out a screech of rage and humiliation, her slim and phoenix-shaped eyes brimming with venom.

Buzz!

Her Essence Energy erupted chaotically as flames encircling her body flared brightly. Taking one step forward, she shot towards Luo Cheng, unleashing three ferocious palm strikes.

Crackle!

The three blazing palm energies came from three separate directions, crushing the air into shards of crystal-like fragments as they barreled towards Luo Cheng with devastating force.

Unfazed, Luo Cheng activated Mist Shadow Step, his figure transforming into a phantom that slipped effortlessly through the gaps between the three strikes, reappearing directly in front of Han Xuan.

"What!"

Han Xuan was stunned by his speed, her astonishment evident. She hurriedly invoked her Protective Essence Energy.

Luo Cheng adjusted his stance and unleashed a punch straight at her.

Boom!

Her Protective Essence Energy held for just an instant before shattering completely. The sheer force sent Han Xuan reeling backward, spurting a mouthful of fresh blood.

Without hesitation, Luo Cheng stepped forward to close the gap, sending another punch flying her way.

Splat!

Han Xuan spewed even more blood as her body crumpled like a ragged doll, landing harshly on the stage and creating deep cracks in the ground.

At this moment, she lay sprawled out—her hair disheveled and her body smeared in blood. Her appearance was a complete disgrace.

Luo Cheng approached her with an air of superiority and smirked. "Didn’t you call me a petty-minded man? How does it feel now to be trampled beneath me?"

Han Xuan trembled uncontrollably with rage, nearly spewing more blood from fury.

Without further interest in her, Luo Cheng reached down to take the storage ring off her hand and infused it with Essence Energy.

Immediately, Luo Cheng’s eyes sparkled.

He hadn’t expected Han Xuan’s storage ring to contain several cases of Essence Energy Pills, each one holding a thousand pills!

Beyond that, a thick stack of Gold Notes worth a dazzling four to five million taels was also stored inside, along with numerous other Elixir Pills.

Luo Cheng quickly estimated the haul—it was worth at least two to three million taels!

"Jackpot!"

Without any hesitation, Luo Cheng swept up all valuables into his own storage ring.

"You! You...!"

Han Xuan was seething with indignation, coughing blood as she struggled to form words.

"You what? Get lost!"

Uncaring, Luo Cheng kicked her off the stage with a single blow.

"Senior Sister Han Xuan!"

Han Xuan, previously adored by many disciples in the Crown Prince Hall’s Outer Sect for her beauty and status, now lay battered and discarded like a broken sack.

The sight enraged her followers, their faces contorted with fury.

"This is outrageous! Completely insolent!"

"This is a direct insult to the Crown Prince Hall! He must face punishment, or how will we uphold our dignity?"

"Crush him! He must be destroyed!"

Hundreds of Crown Prince Hall disciples were seething, their fiery gazes fixed on Luo Cheng.

If looks could kill, Luo Cheng would’ve perished a million times over by now!

Seeing the throng of enraged disciples, Yuan Zhilan, who was more softhearted by nature, gulped nervously and murmured:

"Isn’t this getting out of hand?"

"Relax, the elders are present. Nothing bad will happen."

Chen Lingyu offered reassuring words before glancing toward the stage, her bright eyes gleaming with curiosity.

In that fleeting moment, she’d felt as though Luo Cheng was deliberately provoking the Crown Prince Hall disciples.

But such an idea seemed absurd.

Ordinary people would do anything to avoid conflict with the Crown Prince Hall—why would anyone willingly stir up trouble?