King's Wrath

The moment Lin Yun said this, the students who had originally wanted to stand up and argue with Zhou Yi all sat back down, their gazes unanimously turning toward the seats in the last row.

When they saw that the speaker was Lin Yun, known as the Strongest Freshman King, they immediately put on expressions of anticipation for a Good Show.

Any Soul Master who could meet Shrek's admission standards had been a genius in whatever backwater they came from.

Even if they had discovered after arriving at Shrek that they were no longer exceptional, they still possessed the pride of geniuses. On the very first day of school, this old hag had called them trash—who could stand that?

And among this group of geniuses, the most gifted one was even planning to lead the resistance. To these Soul Masters in their rebellious years, this was simply too exciting.

This was when Lin Yun's fame showed its advantages.

People naturally followed the crowd. As long as someone was willing to take the lead, and that person's reputation was enough to earn their respect, those who had originally not dared to resist would all rise up at once.

With Lin Yun there, the strangers of Class 1, who had never met before, had somehow twisted themselves into a single rope!

Zhou Yi was equally shocked and enraged, but she also felt a trace of secret delight.

She was shocked and angry because although Zhou Yi had expected Lin Yun to be arrogant, she had not expected him to be this arrogant! Her delight was equally simple—her goal of provoking Lin Yun had been achieved!

No matter how strong a Soul Elder was, could he possibly surpass her, a Soul Emperor?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

So Zhou Yi's original plan had been to first anger Lin Yun, then use her strength to crush him, before gradually making him submit to her!

"Heh, I called you trash. Do you have a problem with that?" Zhou Yi said with a cold sneer, folding her arms across her chest.

She stomped her right foot on the ground, and six Soul Rings immediately rose beneath her. The pressure of a Soul Emperor's Soul Power instantly swept through the entire Class 1.

The students who had been waiting for a Good Show fell silent as cicadas in winter, all secretly relieved that they had not been the ones to stick their necks out. A Soul Emperor like Zhou Yi really could toss them out one-handed, one after another!

And Lin Yun?

Zhou Yi's Soul Emperor pressure caused him no discomfort whatsoever. Instead, it made him feel as though he had been provoked—like an ant jumping about and challenging a king!

Lin Yun's brilliant golden eyes instantly contracted into vertical pupils, and a flash of blood-red light flickered within them.

"Let me ask you."

"What the hell are you barking about?!"

Roar—

A lofty, majestic Dragon's Roar exploded beside everyone's ears. It seemed as though they all saw a colossal golden dragon, taller than a mountain, looking down on them with blood-red vertical pupils.

This was Lin Yun's instinctive reaction.

Zhou Yi's Martial Soul was the Red Dragon. It was vastly inferior even to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and could only be considered a decent subdragon Martial Soul.

Before the Golden Dragon King, how dared it act so fiercely?

Thus, Zhou Yi suffered even greater suppression. Even the light of her six Soul Rings dimmed, while a deadly sense of danger surged into her heart.

This was only because she had not activated Martial Soul Possession. Otherwise, Lin Yun's Dragon's Might would have directly forced her Martial Soul Possession state to dissipate!

The Dragon Clan was simply that unreasonable a race, one that placed bloodline above all else!

Zhou Yi was utterly horrified. She felt the flow of her Soul Power slow, and she could not even bring out half of her full strength. Her Martial Soul was even resisting her attempts to communicate with it.

Under such circumstances, if Zhou Yi wanted to use a soul skill, she would likely have to consume twice as much Soul Power as usual just to achieve its normal strength!

How is this possible? The Golden Dragon Martial Soul is indeed powerful, but how could it suppress me this severely?

Though she thought this, Zhou Yi only grew more excited.

That's right, this was exactly what she wanted! A genius! A truly monstrous little genius like this! Only such a genius could bring out the equally genius teaching abilities of Zhou Yi!

She had to suppress him—ruthlessly!

Even if my strength is being suppressed by you, could a mere Soul Elder possibly defeat me, a Soul Emperor?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible!

If you can pin me down and beat me, this Soul Emperor, I'll eat the human-skin mask off my face right here!

"Hehe, young and hot-blooded. It seems this teacher truly needs to teach you what it means to respect your teachers and honor the Way!" Zhou Yi sneered as she stepped down from the podium and walked toward Lin Yun one step at a time. The six Soul Rings around her made the students near her feel even greater pressure.

Watching Zhou Yi draw closer, Xiao Xiao glanced worriedly at Lin Yun.

Was it really all right to fight with a teacher?

Though she looked cool when she talked back to the teacher, Teacher Zhou Yi was a Soul Emperor!

Lin Yun stared directly at Zhou Yi, a cruel curve rising at the corner of his mouth. "Sorry, I don't know what it means to respect teachers and honor the Way. I only know that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities!"

"Now, I'll show you what it means to be a mediocre person who dares not cause trouble!"

Buzz...

The fluctuations of Soul Power around Lin Yun suddenly surged. The sleeve around his right arm was torn apart by hard, sharp Dragon Scales, and his hand gradually transformed into a dragon claw.

A brilliant purple glow rose from beneath Lin Yun's feet before settling around his right hand, which had transformed into a dragon claw.

First ring: purple, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

And this was only the beginning!

Second ring: purple, a Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Third ring: black, a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

When three Soul Rings—purple, purple, and black—coiled around Lin Yun's arm, all of Class 1 fell completely silent. Every student stood with their mouths agape, their eyes filled with intense disbelief and barely concealed shock.

Their jaws were practically on the floor.

Wait, what? Bro, are you cheating?

The normal Soul Ring configuration was yellow, yellow, purple, but you had purple, purple, black? You had skipped an entire tier?

Wang Dong in particular had originally been proud of her second Soul Ring, equally looking down on every ordinary Soul Master whose second Soul Ring had not reached purple.

Then she turned around and looked.

So the ordinary one was actually me?

Lin Yun ignored the shock of his classmates. He slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist, a strange gleam in his eyes. "Well, Zhou Yi, teach-er! Why don't you come teach me what respecting teachers and honoring the Way means?"

"Or perhaps the student should tell you whether we ought to uphold the belief that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities, or learn what it means not to provoke trouble while not fearing it either?"

Gulp...

Zhou Yi swallowed instinctively. After Lin Yun activated Martial Soul Possession, the Dragon's Might suppressing her became even stronger. Originally able to use just over half her strength, she could now only bring out thirty percent!

With thirty percent of a Soul Emperor's strength, defeating a peerless genius with an Ultimate Attribute and Soul Rings that had all been absorbed beyond his level was simply impossible!

Zhou Yi... panicked!

But Lin Yun had no interest in waiting for Zhou Yi's answer. His fury had already been ignited!

A feeble, pathetic Red Dragon with such lowly bloodline actually dared challenge the dignity of a king!