Heart Piercing

"You really want to die?"

Seeing that Zhao Wuji remained standing still, neither moving nor speaking, but his aura was constantly rising, Ye Zhiqiu clenched his fist, his eyes gradually darkening.

"Why are you being so aggressive? It's just a verbal conflict between children. Is it necessary to bring up life and death so easily?"

Zhao Wuji was also in great distress at this moment.

It wasn't just the mental stress that caused him pain; his body was also in immense agony.

Because there wasn't much external energy available for his recovery, he could only maintain his condition by squeezing and stimulating his body's potential to extract Soul Power.

If necessary, I'll probably have to use the Martial Soul Avatar again.

However, doing so would inevitably damage his foundation, and he really didn't want to resort to such a desperate measure unless absolutely necessary.

Moreover, even if he were to activate his Martial Soul Avatar again, it would only repeat the previous battle situation and would not be able to reverse the outcome at all.

"... Do you know who she is?"

Zhao Wuji composed himself and pointed to Ning Rongrong beside him.

At this point, we had no choice but to take a gamble.

"Who is she?" Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the pale-faced, evasive girl hiding behind Zhu Zhuqing and asked casually.

"She is the biological daughter of Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School, and also the future successor designated by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"The future heir of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? What arrogance!" Ye Zhiqiu sneered, his face full of disbelief.

Zhao Wuji was merely using someone else's name to make a big show of things.

He only knew that Ning Rongrong was Ning Fengzhi's daughter, but as for who would become the successor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, that was none of his business.

However, that alone is enough.

He turned to Ning Rongrong and said, "Ning Rongrong, release your Martial Soul and let this guy see it."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong raised her head blankly. Her eyes were unfocused, and there was no trace of her previous arrogant and spoiled demeanor.

Fear, anxiety, and many other emotions filled my heart; the shadow of death loomed large and deep within me.

This little princess, born into privilege and raised with a smooth life, has finally come to truly know fear at this moment.

She glanced at Zhao Wuji, who looked nervous, then at Ye Zhiqiu, who was cold and indifferent, and finally her gaze fell on Zhu Zhuqing's face beside her.

At this moment, only the girl beside her could offer her some comfort.

At times like these, the level of strength is no longer the most crucial factor in maintaining composure.

Because no one present was a match for that Soul Douluo powerhouse from the Canghui Academy.

Just as Xiao Wu had already placed all her hopes on Tang San, Zhu Zhuqing's calm and composed demeanor was also subtly influencing her.

Moreover, the fact that the other person had silently stood in front of her earlier made her trust them even more.

Zhu Zhuqing also noticed this, so she cautiously adjusted her own state while giving her a slight nod.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, and seven-colored light flashed in her palm. A magnificent pagoda Martial Soul appeared in the air above her palm.

"..." Looking at Ning Rongrong and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul she summoned, Ye Zhiqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, then fell silent, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhao Wuji subconsciously licked his dry lips, his mind tense as he awaited the final judgment.

Little did he know that Ye Zhiqiu was also extremely nervous at that moment.

Deep within our souls, a dialogue is underway.

"Senior, is that really how it is? That's the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect..."

"Aren't you afraid of angering me because you're worried about retaliation from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"

"I was scared." Ye Zhiqiu gave a wry smile and honestly admitted, "But I feel that you are different from ordinary people. Thanks to your help, I escaped a disaster. If it weren't for you, I would have suffered a great loss today."

"Flattery is useless against me," Su Cheng said in an extremely calm voice.

"Ye Zhiqiu, in my opinion, this is just an equal exchange. Today's experience will be of great benefit to you. With this insight, you can advance to Soul Emperor within the next three years and become Soul Saint within five to ten years, depending on your own efforts. At that time, you will have more than enough power to rely on."

"We are just strangers who met by chance. I have my own reasons for using you to help me. The benefits mentioned above are my compensation to you."

"Whether you are satisfied with this deal is not within my consideration. Because I am stronger than you, I set the price, and you can take it as me forcing you to buy and sell."

"So you don't need to be grateful to me for this. Even if you resent me or want to seek revenge on me in the future, it's fine."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu immediately broke out in a cold sweat and said repeatedly, "Senior is too kind. How could I dare to be disrespectful to you?"

"Then do as I say. Don't worry, I won't push you to the brink."

"I see."

Ye Zhiqiu sighed softly, letting go of any unnecessary thoughts.

He didn't know what others thought about what happened today, but in his own eyes, he had gained something.

As Soul Master, sometimes one will risk life and death to seize opportunities, but in the end, one may not even get what one wants.

Looking back at what happened today, even though we took some potential risks, we have already received unexpected rewards in advance. What more could we ask for?

He even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The benefits gained from transparent pricing always outweigh the previous anxiety.

The exchange between their Spiritual Sense took very little time. On the surface, Ye Zhiqiu remained calm as ever, seemingly unconcerned about their threats, and said casually, "Since you've said so, it seems I can't let these people go any further."

"..."

Zhao Wuji's heart sank.

This is exactly what he fears.

Why did Zhao Wuji hesitate before revealing the children's backgrounds?

Of course, it wasn't because of Ning Rongrong and Tang San's identities, which were required to be kept secret by their respective elders.

In a life-or-death situation, one cannot afford to concern oneself with such trivial matters.

The key is that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Clear Sky Douluo both possess extremely strong deterrent power in the Soul Master World.

However, the former sect is located near Heaven Dou City, which is too far away to provide immediate relief and can only be used as a threat; the latter, although powerful, is a wanted criminal by the Spirit Hall.

If this intensifies the other party's determination to eliminate them completely, it will only make things worse.

The crucial point is that Ye Zhiqiu's current attitude perfectly confirms his hidden worries.

"However, you did remind me of something..."

Just as Zhao Wuji was feeling a pang of regret, a smile suddenly appeared on Ye Zhiqiu's face.

However, to Zhao Wuji and the others, that smile was full of malice.

"Since this girl's background is so astonishing, I can't let you off so easily. What if you do something rash later and go to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect School to report it? That would be troublesome. Although you shouldn't do something so stupid, just to be on the safe side..."

At this point, the smile on his face vanished, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. "You shall personally kill that girl from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

"..."

These words shocked everyone present.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, and his expression quickly changed from initial astonishment to extreme anger.

Ning Rongrong trembled and subconsciously shrank back, not daring to look at anyone else.

Tang San's eyes swept over the Shrek Academy students with a gloomy look, and he cursed them as idiots in his heart, while becoming increasingly worried.

If Zhao Wuji had truly defected during the battle, they would probably have had no chance of survival today.

Thinking of this, his gaze fell on Dai Mubai again, and he began to doubt whether coming to this academy was the right or wrong decision.

He'd stirred up such a huge mess for no reason, causing himself to suffer this undeserved misfortune, and Xiao Wu too...

Tang San felt his sister's body trembling slightly beside him, and his resentment deepened.

"If all else fails, try joining forces with Zhu Zhuqing and using my Hidden Weapon; there might still be a glimmer of hope for our escape."

He glanced at the teacher from the Canghui Academy and silently vowed, "Ye Zhiqiu, if I escape with my life today, I will make you pay the price!"

Even Zhu Zhuqing frowned deeply at this moment, feeling that the hope was slim.

But he still slightly raised his arm and patted Ning Rongrong's wrist.

She could understand Zhao Wuji's use of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as a threat.

In situations like this, you should try any method you can.

In fact, revealing her own identity, Dai Mubai's identity, and Ning Rongrong's identity to intimidate the other party and make them wary was also part of her plan.

Meanwhile, Su Yue, who was sitting not far away watching, was also staring at Su Cheng with an incredulous look.

That expression seemed to ask: How did you come up with such a vicious move? It's like Heart Piercing.

Noticing her gaze, Su Cheng turned around and smiled, "The children are full of energy, let's play a little joke on them."

"..."

Su Yue was speechless upon hearing this.

Looking back at Dai Mubai, whose face was full of fear and regret, Ma Hongjun, who had wet his pants in fright, and Ning Rongrong, whose legs were weak, she didn't think that these people would find Su Cheng's "joke" funny at all.

But to be honest, she herself found it quite interesting at the moment.

She found it fascinating to watch these people's unintentional expressions, subconscious actions, and their intense desire to find a way out.

Although so far, there haven't been many unexpected developments, but it's certainly quite interesting.

Of course, it's just "interesting".

Su Yue was neither moved nor annoyed by this, nor did she feel any extra emotions such as sympathy or pity.

She was just watching a stage play.

She watched as Su Cheng gave her the "performance" he had previously promised.

This former Silver Dragon King, although now transformed into Su Yue, with a body and soul no different from a normal human, ultimately never truly possessed a "human heart," nor did she have many human emotions and thought patterns.

Seemingly sensing her state of mind, Su Cheng asked with a smile, "How are you feeling?"

Su Yue's expression was calm, her clear black eyes reflecting the figures in front of her. "Barely passable."

"Don't rush, the real show is just beginning."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge change indeed occurred in the room.

"Damn it! You old bastard, I'll fight you to the death!" Zhao Wuji's face flushed red, and Old Man bulged on his forehead. "Little Monster, find a way to protect yourselves, then hurry up and run!"

After roaring, he slammed his fists into his chest, and then his whole body began to swell rapidly, his skin glowing with a blood-red light.

The next moment, a surging aura burst forth from his body like a tidal wave, and the huge illusory image of the Vajra Bear Martial Soul behind him shone with dazzling golden light.

The intensity of his aura had approached the level of Soul Douluo in an instant, and it showed no sign of stopping there, continuing to surge rapidly.

The only reason it can still generate such power under the suppression of a domain is—

He's going to self-destruct!

"Wait a minute!" Ye Zhiqiu's expression changed drastically, and he shouted.

His strength has indeed reached the level of Soul Douluo, but his physical attributes are still far from adequate.

At such close range, he wasn't sure if he could withstand the opponent's fatal blow, or whether the senior would choose to stand by and watch.

The powerful aura emanating from the Soul Saint in front of him made him feel suffocated.

It felt like countless sharp steel needles were piercing my skin, causing a dull ache.

That was a bad omen!

Before Su Cheng could even speak, he quickly interrupted him, simultaneously unleashing his Soul Skill, causing a large amount of cold air to spread and suppress the surrounding area.

Fortunately, Su Cheng quickly sent him a telepathic message.

He never intended for Zhao Wuji to die in this way.

Su Cheng didn't care whether this guy lived or died, but he still needed him to continue performing. If he died like this, who would be the main character next?

Zhao Wuji's decision to self-destruct was not entirely unexpected.

But this was only a low-probability scenario; I didn't expect the other party to be so fierce.

However, if you want to stop a Soul Saint or higher powerhouse from self-destructing, not only can Ye Zhiqiu not do it now, but even an ordinary Titled Douluo cannot do it. Unless Su Cheng personally intervenes to interrupt, Ye Zhiqiu can only withstand this attack.

"..."

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu seemed anxious, Zhao Wuji Ji stopped what he was doing, breathing heavily like a bellows, and stared at him coldly without saying a word.

At this time, his Martial Soul rage was still in its early stages and could still be somewhat controlled.

If the other party backs down because of this, it might not be a bad thing.

Who in this world doesn't value their life? If he could save his own life, Zhao Wuji naturally wouldn't want to resort to such a suicidal tactic.

Moreover, he knew that even if he really self-destructed, he wouldn't be able to pose a life-threatening threat to the Soul Douluo in front of him; it was just a last resort.

Ye Zhiqiu said coldly, "You do have a lot of backbone, even willing to risk your life to fight to the death."

"But have you considered that if you choose to self-destruct, even if the main target is me, your students will also be injured by the aftershocks?"

"And you should know that this attack won't kill me. Are you so sure that after you die, they will be able to escape my follow-up pursuit?"

"So what if we can't escape?" Zhao Wuji sneered.

At this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, and capillaries on his face, chest, arms and other parts of his skin were constantly breaking and rupturing.

Blood had already stained every corner of his body, making him look like a blood-soaked, grotesque figure.

His violent aura fluctuated wildly, clearly reaching the limit of what he could control. His already robust physique, resembling that of a brown bear, swelled up two sizes, making him look like a powder keg that could explode at any moment, possessing a considerable degree of intimidation.

He solemnly said, "At least in this way, they still have a glimmer of hope, and I can say that I Heart Inquiry."

Upon seeing this, the students of the Shrek Academy had a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes.