Dragon Might Revealed, Intimidating the Evil-Eyed White Tiger

Dai Mubai's arrogant words thoroughly enraged Xiao Wu. She had originally been a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form, with a lively and impulsive temperament. How could she possibly tolerate such treatment?

"Then let's fight! Who's afraid of you?!" Xiao Wu shouted, Soul Power rippling around her as a yellow soul ring rose beneath her feet. She was about to make her move.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San grabbed her and shook his head. He was far steadier than Xiao Wu and knew that this blond youth's Soul Power Level likely far surpassed theirs. Acting rashly would be far from wise. He clasped his fists toward Dai Mubai again and said in a deep voice, "Brother, we have no intention of fighting over the room. We'll leave now."

But Dai Mubai refused to let it go. A cold glint flashed through his bewitching purple eyes. "Want to leave now? Too late. I, Dai Mubai, never take back what I say. Fight, or get lost. Choose."

His aura abruptly surged, and a powerful wave of Soul Power spread outward. Two bright yellow hundred-year soul rings rose beneath his feet! The immense pressure made the receptionist turn pale and stagger backward.

"A Soul Grandmaster!" Tang San and Xiao Wu's expressions changed at the same time. They had not expected their opponent to be so young and already at the Soul Grandmaster realm. They were both only level twenty-nine. Though they were just a step away from level thirty, that single step represented a world of difference in strength. Not to mention that he possessed two hundred-year soul rings!

"Brother, let's join forces!" Xiao Wu knew they had run into a tough opponent, but her stubbornness had been stirred up, and she refused to back down.

Tang San's gaze turned grave. He knew this battle could not be avoided. He took a deep breath as the Mysterious Heaven Skill quietly circulated within him, his Blue Silver Grass martial soul ready to be released at any moment. Though their chances of victory were slim, Tang San was not someone who could be pushed around.

Just as the two sides stood at a deadlock and battle was about to erupt—

A calm, indifferent voice rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears. "What a fine 'might makes right.' In that case, I'd also like to see whether you're qualified to stay in this room."

The voice was not loud, yet it seemed to carry a strange magic that instantly shattered the tense atmosphere of the confrontation.

Everyone, including Dai Mubai, Tang San, and Xiao Wu, turned in astonishment toward its source.

They saw a youth dressed in ordinary green cloth standing in a corner of the lobby, though no one knew when he had arrived. He walked slowly toward them. His features were handsome, and he appeared even younger than Tang San and the others, yet his posture was straight and his steps unhurried. Most striking were his eyes, deep as ancient wells and utterly calm. When he looked at Dai Mubai, there was actually a hint of... scrutiny, even an almost imperceptible indifference.

It was as if Dai Mubai's Soul Grandmaster cultivation was no different from that of an ordinary person in his eyes.

When did this person enter? Dai Mubai was startled. With his Soul Power cultivation, he had actually failed to notice there was a fourth person in the lobby—not counting the receptionist and the twins?

Tang San and Xiao Wu looked at each other as well. Neither recognized this suddenly appearing youth.

"Who are you?" Dai Mubai frowned deeply, irritation flashing through his purple eyes. Having his fun interrupted displeased him greatly. Moreover, the way this youth looked at him made him extremely uncomfortable.

Ling Yun did not answer Dai Mubai's question. Instead, he walked closer, his gaze sweeping over Tang San and Xiao Wu before finally settling on Dai Mubai. "I'm somewhat interested in this room too. By your rules, if I defeat you, the room is mine. How about it?"

His tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather, yet the provocation in his words was far stronger than Xiao Wu's earlier anger.

Dai Mubai laughed furiously. "Ha! Interesting! What kind of day is this? One after another, people come to provoke me, Dai Mubai? Kid, you may be young, but you've got quite the mouth. State your name. I don't teach nameless nobodies a lesson."

"Ling Yun." Ling Yun simply spoke two words.

"Ling Yun? Never heard of you." Dai Mubai snorted coldly. "If you want to challenge me, you should first see whether you're qualified! Release your martial soul!"

In his eyes, Ling Yun was even younger than Tang San. How strong could his Soul Power possibly be? At most, he was a Soul Master in his twenties. Dai Mubai could dismiss him with a wave of his hand.

Tang San and Xiao Wu also watched Ling Yun curiously. They could sense Soul Power fluctuations from him, but they were not strong. They seemed... obscure and difficult to fathom. Where did he get the confidence to challenge a Soul Grandmaster?

But Ling Yun shook his head. "Against you, there's no need to use my martial soul."

The moment those words were spoken, the entire hall was shocked!

Arrogant! Far too arrogant!

Challenging a Soul Grandmaster with two hundred-year soul rings without using his martial soul? It was simply absurd!

"You're courting death!" Dai Mubai was thoroughly enraged. As a genius of Shrek Academy and a prince of the Star Luo Empire—though one who had been exiled—when had he ever suffered such contempt? Purple light flared in his Evil-Eyed White Tiger eyes as his powerful Soul Power pressure bore down on Ling Yun without restraint!

Yet before that pressure, enough to leave ordinary Soul Masters unable to breathe, Ling Yun was as unmoved as if brushed by a gentle breeze. Even the hem of his clothes did not stir. His gaze remained calm, even carrying a trace of... boredom?

"If your strength is limited to talking big, then I'll gladly take this room." As Ling Yun spoke, he took a step forward.

The instant that seemingly ordinary step landed, a sudden change occurred!

An indescribable, terrifying aura, seemingly from the primordial ages, erupted from Ling Yun's seemingly slender body like a slumbering dragon opening its eyes! This was not Soul Power pressure, but absolute suppression on the level of life itself! Supreme Dragon Might that stood above all living beings!

"Roar—!"

Faintly, it seemed as if a deep dragon's roar echoed in the depths of everyone's souls!

Dai Mubai bore the brunt of it! He felt as if an invisible hand had seized his heart viciously, his blood nearly freezing solid! His Evil-Eyed White Tiger martial soul let out a terrified wail at the level of his soul. The Soul Power that had once surged within him melted and collapsed before this aura as quickly as ice and snow beneath the sun! He let out a muffled groan, his face instantly turning as white as paper. He staggered back three steps before barely managing to steady himself when his back struck the wall. The way he looked at Ling Yun was filled with utter horror and fear!

What was this?! Martial soul suppression? No! Even a Titled Douluo's martial soul couldn't make his Evil-Eyed White Tiger tremble like this from the instinct of life itself! This youth... what kind of monster was he?!

Tang San and Xiao Wu, standing nearby, were not faring much better. Though Ling Yun's aura was not aimed at them, even the traces that leaked out made them feel as though they had fallen into an icy abyss, their bodies stiffening. Xiao Wu's face turned pale. As a soul beast, she was even more sensitive to the pressure of a superior being, and an uncontrollable fear rose within her. Tang San circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill with all his strength before he could barely resist the discomfort. His eyes, fixed on Ling Yun, were filled with unprecedented gravity and wariness!

This youth named Ling Yun possessed unfathomable strength!

The lobby fell deathly silent. The receptionist had long since cowered behind the counter, trembling violently. The twin girls had gone pale with fright and clung tightly to each other.

Ling Yun withdrew his aura as if nothing had happened. He walked over to Dai Mubai, who had slumped weakly against the wall and was drenched in sweat, and asked calmly, "Now, does this room belong to me?"

Dai Mubai opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. Only hoarse rasping came from his throat. Under the gaze of those calm eyes, he could not summon even the slightest thought of resistance. He nodded with difficulty.

Only then did Ling Yun turn toward the equally stunned Tang San and Xiao Wu. His tone remained calm. "There's only one room. Do you still want to fight for it?"

Tang San took a deep breath and suppressed the storm in his heart. Cupping his fists, he said, "Brother Ling's strength is astonishing. We know we are inferior. The room should rightfully belong to Brother Ling. We'll leave now." He tugged Xiao Wu, who was still dazed, and turned to go.

What had happened today had completely exceeded his expectations. This Ling Yun, who had appeared out of nowhere, was so powerful and mysterious that Tang San felt immense pressure.

"Wait." Ling Yun stopped them.

Tang San and Xiao Wu paused and turned back warily.

Ling Yun picked up the hollow rose-shaped key representing the "Red Ocean" from the keys Dai Mubai had previously tossed onto the counter and casually threw it to Tang San.

"I'm not interested in a couple's theme." Ling Yun said indifferently, "I'll give this room to you."

Without waiting for Tang San to react, he headed directly toward the stairs and said to the receptionist, "Get me another quiet superior room."

The receptionist did not dare delay and hurriedly handled the arrangements, trembling all the while.

Tang San caught the heavy key and watched Ling Yun's retreating figure ascend the stairs, his emotions complicated beyond measure. Humiliation? No, the other party did not seem to mean it that way. It was more like... casual charity? Or perhaps he simply did not care about the room at all, and had only acted to... interrupt the earlier conflict?

Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes as she watched Ling Yun's back and muttered, "That guy is so strange... and so powerful..."

Only then did Dai Mubai recover somewhat. Watching Ling Yun's figure disappear at the stairway, his eyes were filled with lingering fear, humiliation, and a trace of indescribable reverence. He gave Tang San and Xiao Wu a deep look, lingering especially on Xiao Wu as if he wanted to say something. But in the end, he said nothing. Taking the twin girls with him, he left the Rose Hotel quickly and somewhat miserably.

Today, Dai Mubai had utterly lost face. But more than that, he felt fear and curiosity toward the mysterious youth named Ling Yun.

The conflict at the Rose Hotel came to an end in a way no one had anticipated because of Ling Yun's sudden appearance. The name Ling Yun, along with his unfathomable strength, had been deeply branded into the hearts of Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Dai Mubai.

They had yet to reach Shrek Academy, but the winds of change had already begun to stir because of him.