Xiaodouding has never been one to suffer losses easily. Upon hearing Little Fatty call him a "three-inch nail" repeatedly, he immediately got enraged: "You’re just jealous! If you have the ability, go defeat Chu Mingyue instead of whining here. Besides gossiping behind people’s backs, what else can you do?"
While speaking, Xiaodouding clenched his little fist inside his sleeve, a dangerous gleam appearing in his eyes.
To be fair, ever since cultivating the Soul, Xiaodouding felt quite capable, having reached the threshold of Sitting Cross-legged and Embracing the Core, with Spiritual Subtlety already achieved.
Seeing the Fatty speak so rudely, he immediately wanted to teach him a harsh lesson, to show that he wasn’t someone easy to mess with.
The Fatty, unaware of the impending danger, heard Xiaodouding’s taunt, and patted Xiaodouding’s head: "I won’t hold it against a three-inch nail like you. Just watch how I take him down later. I really can’t stand people prettier than me!"
With that, he looked at Zhang Chen and offered some reassurance: "You don’t need to worry, because you’re uglier than me. I won’t target you."
"..." Zhang Chen, caught in the crossfire, thought this guy really can’t talk properly.
Xiaodouding’s eyes glimmered with danger, because apart from Zhang Chen, no one else had ever patted his head and walked away unscathed.
The next moment, Xiaodouding slapped toward the Fatty’s hip bone in front of him due to her short height, the hip bone was just within reach.
"Watch out!"
Zhang Chen casually warned, knowing Xiaodouding’s blows weren’t measured, and many in the Daoist Temple had their legs broken by him.
The Fatty saw Xiaodouding’s soft little hand coming, accompanied by her delightful face, and couldn’t help but laugh disdainfully, reaching out to intercept: "You little girl, just off the milk..."
Before he could finish, Xiaodouding’s palm mysteriously brushed aside the Fatty’s hand, startling him as his pupils shrank. Too late to react, the next moment, his snow-white skin turned into a bronze hue.
"Bang~"
The Fatty failed to intercept and only felt a cunning force strike, breaking his balance. The next moment, his whole balance was destroyed, and he fell right onto the ground.
Ow!
Stinging, bone-piercing pain!
Even though he could transform into Copper Skin and Iron Bones, his tendons and flesh were still soft! He hadn’t turned himself entirely into iron, after all.
Though he possessed Copper Skin, that soft little punch packed a heart-piercing Power that penetrated the Copper Skin and hit his flesh directly, making his tendons tremble and causing him to fall.
"Pill Force!" Little Fatty’s eyes were full of disbelief. Since awakening his Innate Divine Techniques, only Pill Force could cause him such pain!
A three-inch nail actually mastered Pill Force? What a joke!
His eyes were filled with disbelief.
This was impossible!
He had trained for over twenty years, just entering the realm of Dark Force. How did this three-inch nail reach Pill Force?
Zhang Chen also looked at Xiaodouding in surprise and then realized that Pill Force was related to the Power of the Soul. Xiaodouding had already mastered Huajin, and with the cultivation of the Soul, achieving Pill Force was a natural progression.
He looked at the Fatty who fell to the ground, noticing his bronzed skin, and a thoughtful expression appeared in his eyes: "Copper Skin and Iron Bones? Could this person be Li Donglai from Huangfeng Temple?"
"Do you still dare to call me a three-inch nail?" Xiaodouding cursed as she looked at Li Donglai.
Li Donglai was in so much pain he could cry, not daring to retort against Chengyu. He stubbornly turned away his head, slowly stood up, and rubbed his hip bone.
"Can’t even beat me, yet you dare to talk about fighting Chu Mingyue. Truly a mouthy weakling." Chengyu saw the other’s sullen silence but refused to let it go, continuing to taunt him.
Li Donglai’s mouth twitched at these words, feeling a thousand things to say, but finally swallowing them all. Encountering such a shameless anomaly, saying more would only disgrace himself.
"Could Senior Brother possibly be Li Donglai, the prodigy from Huangfeng Temple?" Zhang Chen asked.
Upon hearing this, Li Donglai turned to look at Zhang Chen, feeling a bit more agreeable. At least someone here had discernment?
A hint of pride appeared on his face, just about to respond, when Xiaodouding’s disdainful voice piped up: "Senior Brother, you must have mistaken. He is Li Donglai from Huangfeng Temple? Li Donglai couldn’t be this weak. If he’s Li Donglai, then I must be the Ancestral Master, Great Virtuous Master. Li Donglai, the famed first prodigy of Huangfeng Temple, how could he be this weak?"
Since it was too dark to see Li Donglai’s bronzed skin, Xiaodouding quietly clenched her fist, murmuring: "This fellow’s skin is really tough, almost stone-hard. My punch didn’t even snap his hip bone. He’s really tough!"
Hearing Chengyu belittle him so, while complimenting Li Donglai, Little Fatty’s face twisted, unsure whether to cry or laugh. What could he do? Facing such a freak, he felt utterly helpless!
Facing Zhang Chen’s glowing gaze, Li Donglai quickly waved his hand in denial: "I’m not Li Donglai. How could someone like me compare to him? Li Donglai is the great prodigy of Yellow Heaven Dao. What do I amount to?"
Upon hearing Little Fatty’s words, Zhang Chen’s eyes showed a hint of doubt. Xiaodouding might not have caught the change in the other’s skin, but his eyes didn’t miss a thing.