Ling Hai's Advice

Ling Hai did not say much in response to Tang San. At his age, there was no reason for him to take his anger out on others. "Kid, you're here to register, aren't you? But this is between me and them. It has nothing to do with you."

"Grandpa, shouldn't everything be handled reasonably? Look—"

Tang San wanted to say more, but Li Yusong cut him off. "Enough. Go line up first. The teachers will handle this."

Hearing this, Tang San shut his mouth resentfully.

Tang San believed everything Yu Xiaogang had said was right. Even when his goodwill was met with cold indifference, he did not say much.

Han Yu, standing in the distance, could not help but sneer. "Tang San really does have a unique set of standards. Back then, I merely snapped at Yu Xiaogang a few times, and he branded me with the Path to Death. Yet Li Yusong talks to him like this, and he does nothing at all. Heh."

"Shrek Academy's rules are rules. Whether you accept them or not, the money will not be refunded." Seeing Zhao Wuji enter his field of vision, Li Yusong gradually found his confidence.

"Shrek Academy is nothing more than this. Docking registration fees—how shameless of you." With a cold snort, the phantom of a Flame Darkhawk appeared behind Ling Hai.

Although this Martial Soul did not rank among the top-tier Martial Souls, it was undoubtedly one of the strongest among high-grade Martial Souls.

Han Yu could not help but wonder, Is this their family's inherited Martial Soul?

If that was the case, then his granddaughter's strength certainly would not be weak. It was necessary to win her over.

"Old man, let's settle this with strength." Zhao Wuji strode forward and stood in front of Li Yusong.

Seven Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—rose beneath his feet, fully revealing his strength as a level seventy-six Soul Saint.

Ling Hai showed no intention of retreating. Shrek Academy dared to withhold even his registration fee; there was no need to mention everyone else's.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Flame Feather Wind Breath!" Ling Hai swept his hand forward. Behind him, the Flame Darkhawk Martial Soul rapidly flapped its wings, sending countless flaming arrows raining down upon Zhao Wuji.

Seeing two Soul Saints begin fighting, the surrounding crowd hurriedly fled in all directions.

"Lingling, you should retreat as well," Han Yu said blandly.

Ling Hai would not be Zhao Wuji's opponent. To keep Shrek Academy's arrogance from growing any further, Han Yu decided to intervene at the right moment.

Before long, the aftershocks of the battle swept over them.

Tang San, standing at the very front, had not even had time to react before he and Xiao Wu were knocked to the ground. Neither of them suffered any substantial injuries.

"Anyone who hurts Xiao Wu, I won't let a single one of them go." Struggling to his feet, Tang San glared furiously at Ling Hai.

If he had been stronger, he would have rushed forward and killed someone already. As for Zhao Wuji, he was one of Shrek's people. Everything he did was right, and Ling Hai had provoked this matter first anyway, so it had nothing to do with him.

"Fine, fine, fine. Old man, it seems you're tired of living." Zhao Wuji leaped into the air, and the black Soul Ring in the seventh position beneath his feet suddenly lit up.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar."

"Why would this old man fear you? Seventh Soul Skill, Darkhawk True Body."

The gigantic Vajra Bear and Flame Darkhawk rose from the ground.

As the strongest technique available to a Soul Saint, Martial Soul Avatar was also the mark that distinguished the truly powerful. Once activated, it meant both sides were getting serious.

"Third Soul Skill, Gravity Enhancement!" Zhao Wuji stomped heavily, and the surrounding gravity instantly increased severalfold. Some of the less sturdy stones shattered under the crushing force.

Ling Hai was naturally unafraid. "Third Soul Skill, Starfire Unceasing."

In an instant, all his attributes rose significantly. In particular, the flames surrounding his body surged through several levels at once.

Under the enhancement of Martial Soul Avatar, the power of the first six Soul Skills increased to varying degrees. Moreover, during this time, the first six Soul Skills could be unleashed without limit.

Han Yu, watching from afar, could not help but sigh inwardly.

Without the Heavenly Flames, with his current cultivation as a Soul Emperor, facing a Soul Saint capable of endlessly using their first six Soul Skills would be quite troublesome. He might not necessarily lose, but even if he won, it would absolutely be a miserable victory.

The longer the battle continued, the more apparent the difference in Soul Power Level became.

Ling Hai was already old and frail, while Zhao Wuji was in the prime of his youth. With so many disadvantages stacked against him, Ling Hai quickly fell into a losing position.

Tang San, hiding at a distance and watching the battle, desperately wanted to step in and avenge Xiao Wu. But he did not dare interfere casually in a battle between Soul Saints.

Not to mention that he did not have Dragon Beard Needles right now—even if he did, he might not gain any advantage against a Soul Saint on full alert. Besides, Zhao Wuji did not know him. His rash intervention could easily lead to an uncontrollable situation.

Han Yu had long been prepared to make a move in secret, but at that moment, Ning Rongrong finally arrived. Upon seeing the two Soul Saints fighting, she was not nervous in the slightest. Instead, she watched the show from the side with great interest.

Back when she was at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had watched plenty of sparring matches between Sword Bone Douluo. Seeing this scene now, she immediately felt the trip had been worthwhile.

Han Yu did not pay her much attention. In terms of Martial Soul and talent, Ning Rongrong was indeed qualified to join his team. But setting aside Ye Lingling's relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong's little witch personality alone was enough to give anyone a headache.

Besides, Han Yu had no habit of being anyone's nanny.

Snap—he lightly snapped his fingers.

Zhao Wuji, who was still fighting Ling Hai, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. His entire body weakened, and he collapsed to the ground.

His Martial Soul Avatar shattered at that very moment.

No matter how powerful a Soul Master's external defenses were, the heart remained their most vulnerable point.

After doing all this, Han Yu had no intention of showing himself.

Little Bum knew his flames, and Tang Haozi was nearby as well. It would not be good if he were recognized.

What surprised him was that Tang Haozi had recovered his ability to move so quickly. A Titled Douluo's vitality truly was astonishing.

The aura of the Heavenly Flames was extremely concealed. Coupled with the fact that Ling Hai was also a fire-attributed Soul Master, no one present noticed anything unusual.

Ling Hai, who knew how formidable Zhao Wuji was, understood that someone had secretly helped him. However, since that person had no intention of revealing themselves, he could not expose it either.

As the saying went, strike while the enemy was sick and take his life. He swiftly unleashed his Soul Skills, and Zhao Wuji, unable to resist at all, was instantly severely wounded and passed out.

"How is this possible? That teacher had clearly been holding the upper hand. Why would he suddenly—" Given Tang San's strength, he naturally could not see what had happened.

But even Tang Hao, hidden in the shadows, merely believed it was the old man's flames at work.

Ling Hai walked up to Tang San and advised him, "Kid, you should leave Shrek Academy. This place is not worth coming to."

Then, raising an arm, he called out to all the parents, "Any parent whose registration fee was withheld by Shrek, come to me and take your money back. No one is allowed to take even one Gold Soul Coin more than they are owed."

Tang San did not care much about his words. The victor became king, while the defeated became a bandit. Ling Hai was the victor now, so naturally no one would refute him.

"There's no need for Senior to concern yourself."

How could Tang San bow and scrape to someone who had already stepped onto the Path to Death?

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