Losing Money!

Onlookers had never been ones to bear the consequences of their own words, even after reality had already slapped them in the face once before.

They still burst into gasps and chatter, and everyone believed Ye Feiyang was about to run into serious trouble.

But Ye Feiyang's eyes lit up. Not only was he unafraid, he even looked faintly delighted.

Another one? Looks like today's earnings can go up quite a bit.

Li Yusong under his foot was more or less ruined. If he kept beating him, the man might really die.

He had long since noticed the bulging money pouch on Li Yusong's body. That was the several hundred Gold Coins in registration fees he had just collected!

And so, under Zhao Wuji's furious stare and the dumbfounded gazes of everyone present, Ye Feiyang very naturally began patting down Li Yusong's body and soon pulled out a heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in his hand, listened to the pleasant clink of the Gold Coins inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mm, got my hard-earned fee."

There was a reason people said murder and arson brought a golden belt; for a no-cost business like this, money really came fast!

Just as Zhao Wuji, carrying towering rage, was about to close in, Ye Feiyang had already nimbly tucked that bag of Gold Coins into his robes.

Then, as if kicking away a pebble blocking the road, he casually sent the limp Li Yusong flying with one foot.

By pure coincidence, Li Yusong's body traced a parabola through the air and landed with perfect accuracy back on the chair where he had originally sat collecting fees, letting out a muffled thud.

Only, at this moment, he had already been beaten beyond recognition, so he could only continue playing dead to avoid further humiliation.

Aggrieved. Truly, utterly aggrieved.

Powerless to stop it, Zhao Wuji's eyes bulged with fury, his curly beard almost standing on end!

How long had it been? How long since anyone had dared act so arrogant in front of him, the Immovable Bright King?

"You little bastard! You're fucking courting death!" His voice boomed like a great bell, making everyone's eardrums go numb.

Zhao Wuji was not some inflated Soul Emperor like Li Yusong. He was a ruthless figure who had genuinely slaughtered his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Ye Feiyang only let out a sneer, and his thoughts shifted slightly.

In an instant, surging Soul Power fluctuations gushed out from within him, and dazzling soul rings rose one after another beneath his feet—purple, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

A full seven soul rings. He was shockingly also a Soul Saint!

Zhao Wuji's charging momentum came to a hard stop, his copper-bell eyes filled with disbelief!

He rubbed his eyes. If he was not mistaken, this boy's first soul ring was actually purple? And he was a Soul Saint.

How old was this boy?

He looked only a few years older than Dai Mubai and the others. How could he possibly be a Soul Saint?

But there was no room to worry about that now.

Ye Feiyang did not care what stormy waves were raging in his heart. His right hand clenched around empty air, and the phantom of a long sword, exhaling a sharp, icy gleam, instantly condensed into form.

He pointed the sword tip at Zhao Wuji from afar and spoke in a flippant tone:

"Big bear, don't say I didn't give you a chance. How about I let you make the first move?"

Provocation! Naked humiliation!

"Fuck you! Second Soul Skill: Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji flew into a complete rage and hesitated no longer. His giant palm, broad as a cattail fan, came slamming over wrapped in a fierce, forceful gale.

At the same time, light flashed repeatedly around him—Immovable Bright King Body! Vajra Palm amplification! Gravity Enhancement! Gravity Crush!

He had actually pushed his condition to its peak in an instant, stacking a whole series of amplifying soul skills as his aura surged wildly, like a true humanoid berserk bear!

Ye Feiyang watched him huff and puff as he stacked buffs. Not only was he in no hurry, he even leisurely raised an extremely insulting middle finger at him, then spat lightly.

"You dumbass, you've got plenty of tricks. Let me remind you—if you didn't bring money today, I'll kill you!"

As the words fell, Ye Feiyang's eyes sharpened and he shouted in a low voice, "Fifth Soul Skill: Boundless Sword Tomb!"

Bzz—

An invisible domain force suddenly spread outward with him at its center, instantly enveloping Zhao Wuji within it!

Zhao Wuji felt the surroundings around him change drastically, as though he had fallen into a barren, deathly silent graveyard.

His movements suddenly became incomparably sluggish, and countless fine strands of matchlessly sharp sword qi formed out of thin air, invading through every gap from all directions and slicing away at his protective Soul Power!

Ye Feiyang, meanwhile, stood at the center of the domain completely at ease, a mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, he casually controlled the omnipresent sword qi within the domain to harass Zhao Wuji, treating it entirely as watching a monkey show.

He would let this big bear suffer properly first.

On the other side, the battle between Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai had also reached a fever pitch.

The more Dai Mubai fought, the more alarmed he became, and at the same time, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity.

Because this black-clad girl's movement technique and the aura of her soul skills seemed like something he had seen in his clan's records...

Suddenly, he thought of something. Hadn't he just heard that man call her Zhuqing?

"Stop!"

He abruptly knocked aside one of Zhu Zhuqing's fierce claw strikes and shouted urgently, "That man just called you Zhuqing? Are you... are you Zhu Zhuqing?"

He had recognized it. That uncanny speed, those vicious claw attacks aimed straight at vital points—they were clearly the inherited martial soul and combat techniques of the Zhu Family of the Star Luo Empire!

However, Zhu Zhuqing had perfectly inherited a certain infuriating talent from Ye Feiyang.

She couldn't even be bothered to answer Dai Mubai. Instead, her attacks grew fiercer and sharper, every move going straight for his vitals, beating Dai Mubai into utter frustration until he felt like coughing blood.

At that moment, her mind was clear and empty, all her attention focused on putting into practice the brand-new cultivation technique her Master had transmitted to her through enlightenment the previous night.

The more she fought, the deeper her understanding of the technique became, and the more effortlessly she used it.

The technique came with an armor-piercing effect. Dai Mubai's proud White Tiger Barrier often couldn't last even two exchanges under her attacks before shattering with a boom.

Her speed, strength, and the penetrating force of her attacks had all undergone an astonishing improvement.

Although her Soul Power Level was only 28, far below Dai Mubai's level 37, her movement was more agile, her methods more cunning, and her technique more bizarre!

"I told you to stop! Did you hear me?!"

"If you don't stop, don't blame me for really getting rough!"

"Bitch, you're courting death..."

Dai Mubai roared again and again, trying to overpower her with trash talk.

Zhu Zhuqing still turned a deaf ear, and the corner of her mouth even curled into a mocking sneer.

She was clearly suppressing him the entire time, so where did he get the confidence and the nerve to say he was getting rough?

She already knew all the various soul skill patterns of the Dai Family's White Tiger martial soul by heart, and she had long since prepared counters for them.

As long as she broke through that turtle shell, Dai Mubai was nothing in front of her!

She was fast. He would have to hit her first.

"Rip—"

Another claw swept past, adding yet another bloody mark to Dai Mubai's arm.

In just a short while, his body was already covered with dozens of wounds of varying depths. His clothes were torn, and blood streamed all over him.

Zhu Zhuqing controlled her strikes with extreme precision. Not a single move was fatal, yet every move tore his skin open and made pain bore into his bones.

The force was just right—enough to daze him without damaging his brain.

Dai Mubai bared his teeth in pain. Despite possessing all that soul power, he was suppressed so badly he had no power to fight back, forced only to defend passively, looking utterly wretched.

Frustrating! Too damn frustrating!

Dai Mubai thought that he, a dignified Soul Elder, was actually being pinned down and beaten by a Soul Grandmaster until he couldn't fight back at all?

Was that reasonable? This was simply humiliating beyond belief!

And he was being beaten by his own fiancée, no less.

No, seriously, where did this woman get so much resentment from?

Not far away, Ye Feiyang caught sight of Zhu Zhuqing growing braver the longer she fought, and a gratified smile like that of an old father appeared on his face.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes widened even more as she watched, her little mouth parting slightly.

She had never expected this somewhat aloof and shy-looking girl to be so dashing and fierce once she started fighting!

Even more, she had never expected her to overcome the strong despite being weaker, suppressing that seemingly formidable White Tiger to this extent!

She had said that the outrageously handsome man was her Master?

The two of them were master and disciple?

Wow! The Master was absurdly strong, and the disciple was ridiculously fierce too! She was in love, totally in love!

She wondered whether this Master accepted sugar mommies.

Xiao Wu and Tang San had also been watching the battle from the side the whole time.

Tang San's expression was grave, yet his eyes flickered with an eager fighting spirit.

Thinking back to how Xiao Wu had become preoccupied after seeing that man earlier, and adding the fact that the teacher of Shrek Academy was now being publicly humiliated, his hostility and displeasure toward Ye Feiyang had already climbed to the peak.

Several times, he couldn't help wanting to step in and help, but when he saw the terrifying seven soul rings beneath Ye Feiyang's feet, and heard him call himself the Slap God of War, he could only silently withdraw the hidden weapons that had already slid to his cuffs.

A Soul Saint-level powerhouse was still not someone he could challenge head-on right now.

Within the domain, Ye Feiyang looked playfully at Zhao Wuji, who was struggling in vain.

So what if the Immovable Bright King's defense was strong?

Within his domain, the ground beneath his feet was covered in illusory blades of grass condensed from boundless sword intent, while the air was filled with fierce sword energy cutting in all directions.

All of Zhao Wuji's violent attacks seemed to strike empty air. They couldn't shake the foundation of this domain at all, and were purely wasting soul power.

The more he fought, the more frustrated he became. The more he fought, the more anxious he grew, until his dark face flushed a purplish red.

"Roar— You've gone too far! Martial Soul Avatar!"

Under extreme frustration, Zhao Wuji let out an earth-shaking roar and finally stopped holding back, preparing to release his trump card!

He refused to believe that even after unleashing his Martial Soul Avatar, he still couldn't break through this bizarre domain!

Yet Ye Feiyang merely chuckled and spat lightly again.

"Only thinking of getting serious now? Too late!"

The shimmering sword phantom in his hand suddenly dispersed. In the next instant, a Nine-Leaf Sword that seemed capable of cleaving the heavens appeared in his palm.

Then he swung a slash in Zhao Wuji's direction!

"Sixth Soul Skill: Law Severing Strike!"

Hiss—

A strange sword wave containing the power to sever all laws governing the flow of energy arrived in an instant!

The vast Soul Power around Zhao Wuji, which had been surging wildly upward as it transformed into his Martial Soul Avatar, seemed to be precisely cut through the middle by an invisible blade!

The originally raging, turbulent energy connection collapsed in an instant!

His Martial Soul Avatar failed to activate, its casting forcibly interrupted!

"Pfft—"

Under the backlash of the soul skill, Zhao Wuji violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

What was even more terrifying was that while the strange sword wave interrupted his soul skill, it also carried a kind of true damage that ignored defense!

On Zhao Wuji's broad, muscular chest, an extremely long and deep savage sword wound appeared out of nowhere. Flesh curled back, and the ghastly white bone beneath could even be faintly seen!

Agonizing pain instantly drowned his nerves!

Though it was not fatal, the pain and trauma had completely shattered his combat strength.

Zhao Wuji's massive body swayed twice before he finally dropped to one knee, only managing not to collapse completely by supporting himself with both arms.

He panted heavily, his eyes filled with terror.

He had no idea what kind of move that was, to actually be able to forcibly interrupt his casting.

This man was too terrifying. He had lost so utterly without even touching the hem of his clothes.

They were both Soul Saints. Was the gap really this huge?

His eyes were full of incredulous horror.

Zhao Wuji did not know that if Ye Feiyang had truly wanted his life, he would not have gotten off with mere serious injuries.

Ye Feiyang dismissed the sharp Sword Tomb Domain around him and strolled up to Zhao Wuji, who had collapsed on the ground, as casually as if he were taking a walk in a courtyard. Without the slightest politeness, he started rummaging around on him.

Sure enough, he pulled out another heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in his hand with satisfaction. Then, as if throwing away trash, he lifted Zhao Wuji's massive body and tossed him back into the courtyard of Shrek Academy.

"Hurry up and get him treated. If he bleeds out and kicks the bucket, don't blame me." His tone was relaxed, his words careless.

Then his gaze shifted, landing precisely on a hidden corner, and he called out, "And you, Flender. As the dean, what's the meaning of hiding there and watching the show for so long?"

He had long since discovered Flender hiding in the shadows.

That guy had probably recognized him ages ago and had planned to hunker down and play dead from the very beginning.

Flender had indeed been drawn out by the commotion long ago, but when he discovered that the person beating Zhao Wuji like a sandbag was actually Ye Feiyang, he had nearly been scared out of his soul!

In an instant, he remembered that table that had been smashed to pieces with a slap, and the area of his psychological trauma expanded without limit.

He had already hidden all the way out in this remote place outside Suotuo City. How could he still run into this fiend?

So damn unlucky!

If he had known it was this lord from the start, he absolutely would have stopped Zhao Wuji and Li Yusong at the first opportunity. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

Since he had been exposed, Flender could only steel himself and walk out. Arriving before Ye Feiyang, he forced out a smile and cupped his hands. "Sir, this time, our people were indeed in the wrong. You've punished them, and you've vented your anger. Do you think this matter can be put behind us now?"

Ye Feiyang was too lazy for nonsense. He simply reached out his hand and spat out two words. "Pay up!"

Flender froze when he heard that, almost thinking he had misheard.

You beat my people, tore down my stage, and in the end, you still want me to pay you? What kind of logic is that? Do you think I'm especially easy to bully?

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed he really was. He truly couldn't beat him.

Aaaaah!

Flender's heart was bleeding. Why was there no one who could come and subdue this monster?

He gritted his teeth and, enduring the heartache, asked, "May I ask how many Gold Coins you think would settle this matter?"

"Just... just one thousand Gold Coins," Ye Feiyang said after thinking for a moment.

Flender almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

One thousand Gold Coins? Why don't you just go rob someone? Oh, you are indeed robbing me right now...

Originally, the academy's small treasury still had some money, but more than half of it had already been casually lifted by you just now!

"Sir, this... this really is a little difficult. I truly don't have that much on hand right now..."

Flender pleaded poverty.

"Really nothing?"

Ye Feiyang's brows furrowed, and his tone instantly turned cold. "If you don't have enough, don't you know how to bargain? Take out everything you've got on you! Hurry up! Or I'll kill you too!"

Hearing that familiar "kill you" again, Flender's heart lurched, and cold sweat came pouring down.

If it had been any other time, with so many teachers and students in the academy, they might not have feared him if they joined forces.

But after witnessing Zhao Wuji's miserable state with his own eyes, he could not even muster the slightest thought of resisting.

He could not afford to provoke him. He really could not.

With unbearable heartache, he fumbled out every money pouch he had on him and handed them over with extreme reluctance, his voice trembling.

"Your Excellency, this... this really is everything I own..."