Teacher, What a Miserable Death!

Tang Lin's four Blue Silver Vines wriggled wildly in Ye Zhi Qiu's elbow pits, instantly tickling him into a frantic struggle.

"HAHAHA!"

"HAHAHA!"

He had originally been able to maintain his defense and dodge a little, but now he lost that ability entirely.

His feet and head were instantly subjected to Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's fierce attacks.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing directly struck at Ye Zhi Qiu's chest.

Ye Zhi Qiu's First Soul Ring and Second Soul Ring flashed.

"First Soul Skill, Mysterious Turtle Body Protection!"

"Second Soul Skill, Mysterious Water Ice Seal!"

His defensive power swiftly rose, and powerful cold air rapidly spread outward.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing bore the brunt of it, their palms instantly frozen.

"Third Soul Ring Skill, Mysterious Water Surge!"

Ye Zhi Qiu's Third Soul Ring flashed again, and an even fiercer icy current surged outward once more.

Dai Mubai's Third Soul Ring flashed, and he instantly used White Tiger Vajra Transformation, struggling to resist the cold air.

Even so, a thin layer of frost formed over his body.

Ma Hongjun's Second Soul Ring flashed, igniting Phoenix Fire over his own body to block the cold air.

But the others were not so fortunate.

The intense cold air prevented them from even gathering their Soul Power.

Their bodies had stiffened, making them extremely sluggish.

Sigh, he was still a Soul King after all.

Tang Lin kept shaking her head inwardly. Did they think such a huge gap in Soul Power levels was a joke?

Even a pure Defense System Soul Master did not mean they lacked attack power. Their basic attributes alone could beat you to death.

Tang San was already preparing to use the Godly Zhuge Crossbow. It was currently his strongest piece of equipment in terms of Combat Power.

Just then, a lazy voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the fight.

"It's the middle of the night. Why aren't you resting? What are you doing out here?"

The person who had arrived was Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji swiftly stepped in front of them.

Seeing someone appear, Ye Zhi Qiu quickly withdrew his Soul Skills.

"You're their elder?"

"Since you've come out, I won't hold it against the juniors anymore."

"But shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Zhao Wuji turned around impatiently. "An explanation? What explanation?"

In his Mysterious Turtle state, cold air leaked from Ye Zhi Qiu's body, making his tone even more ice-cold.

"Your disciples insulted our Canghui Academy and even beat up our students."

"Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

Zhao Wuji chuckled twice.

"Isn't Canghui Academy just a trash academy? As for beating people up, if your skills are inferior, who can you blame?"

"Aren't their skills inferior right now too?"

"You're blaming me?"

Zhao Wuji was a renowned Chaos Demon King. He did not even put a mere Level Fifty Soul Master in his eyes. With a student like Dai Mubai, naturally there would be a teacher like him.

Ye Zhi Qiu's gaze instantly turned ice-cold.

"You..."

"Then don't blame me for being rude!"

Zhao Wuji had been about to leave, but upon hearing that, he turned back around. Ye Zhi Qiu was advancing aggressively.

"Rude?"

"Let me hear just how you plan to be rude."

He then turned and shouted at Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.

"You really are useless. You couldn't even beat an Old Turtle, and you had to attack its weak spots first. Why make things so troublesome?"

With a casual slap, he struck Ye Zhi Qiu, who had stepped forward, directly on the body, Smack!

A slap rang out.

Ye Zhi Qiu's body was sent flying as if he were riding the clouds, swatted away by a single slap from Zhao Wuji.

A large web of cracks appeared across his Turtle Shell. He flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

"Trash!"

Zhao Wuji clapped his hands disdainfully.

"Alright, go back and get some sleep. We'll be busy tomorrow."

"Little Fatty, use your fire to warm them up. Don't let them freeze."

Ma Hongjun hurriedly agreed. "Got it."

But after Zhao Wuji had taken more than a dozen steps, he suddenly turned back.

He noticed something strange.

Even Tang San and Dai Mubai had frost forming on their bodies.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong, who stood quite far away, were both trembling nonstop.

But why was there nothing at all on Tang Lin, who had been standing so close?

Forget frost—she was not even shivering.

He suddenly recalled what Tang Hao had told him back then.

"She isn't as simple as she appears. If she went all out, that Dai Mubai wouldn't last an Incense Stick in her hands."

Tang Lin had hidden herself far too deeply.

The next second, Tang Lin's body fell heavily backward.

Zhao Wuji was instantly Stunned.

What hidden herself too deeply? She had frozen unconscious!

She was numb from the cold!

He crossed the distance in two strides and swiftly arrived beside Tang Lin.

"Fatty, get over here!"

"Warm Tang Lin up first!"

Ma Hongjun naturally understood. With a ball of Phoenix Evil Fire in his hand, he swiftly rushed to Tang Lin's side.

Warm flames continually heated Tang Lin from all around.

Is this fatty trying to roast me to death?!

Tang Lin cursed Ma Hongjun relentlessly in her heart.

That Phoenix Flame was practically about to be placed directly on her body.

Feeling that enough time had passed, she pretended to have just regained consciousness and blinked.

"Everyone, what happened to me?"

"Sister, you scared me to death. That Old Turtle froze you unconscious."

"Fortunately, Ma Hongjun warmed you up, or you wouldn't have woken up."

Tang Lin put on an extremely weak appearance.

"I only used Blue Silver Grass to tickle him. Then, after tickling him for a while, I felt like I lost consciousness."

"Hiss!"

"My head hurts so much!"

Zhao Wuji rolled his eyes. "Of course it hurts. When you fell, your head hit the ground with a bang. You scared the life out of me."

"Good thing you're alright. Otherwise, those guys on the other side would be in trouble."

"Alright, all of you go back to sleep."

With the support of numerous Canghui Academy students, Ye Zhi Qiu barely managed to get to his feet. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

His back felt as though a mountain were pressing down on it, making it difficult to breathe.

He was now overwhelmed by lingering fear. Fortunately, no one had been injured or killed Just now. Otherwise, he would have been finished.

No one knew his own defensive power better than he did. The other party had not even used his Martial Soul, yet a casual palm strike had injured him.

Even if his opponent was a strength-type Soul Master, the difference in their strength could not possibly be less than fifteen levels—perhaps even greater.

But when he saw Tang Lin collapse heavily to the ground and Zhao Wuji's anxious expression—

Ye Zhi Qiu was instantly dumbfounded.

He had really caused casualties!

What was he supposed to do?!

He truly regretted it now. Getting scolded wouldn't cost him a piece of flesh.

What was he supposed to do?!

He had to admit that his mind was working faster than it ever had.

Right—if he died, then that man wouldn't be able to kill him.

"Quick, pretend I'm already dead!"

He lowered his voice and spoke to the students beside him.

Then he shut his eyes, kicked his legs out, and collapsed to the ground without another movement.

Playing dead!

Although the students from Canghui Academy had no idea why, they cooperated Swiftly.

"Ah!"

"Teacher, what a tragic death!"

"How could you be slapped to death with a single palm?!"