Provoking a Soul Saint—Now That Young Man Was Finished

Zhu Zhuqing, firmly locked onto by the aura of a Soul Emperor, felt a chill run down her back, tears nearly welling up from panic.

Jiang Yunzhou had not expected Li Yisong to move so decisively.

Frowning slightly, he stepped forward and shielded Zhu Zhuqing behind him, gently patting her shoulder. "It's fine. Take her aside and wait."

Zhu Zhuqing immediately felt her body relax, and the weight hanging over her heart finally lifted.

It had to be her teacher—he made her feel completely safe.

Jiang Yunzhou then raised his eyes to the aggressive Li Yisong. His tone was calm, though it carried a trace of mockery. "What, a few words are enough to make a dignified Soul Emperor attack a child? At your age, it seems your self-restraint still needs some work."

Li Yisong snorted coldly. Looking Jiang Yunzhou's excessively youthful face up and down, he showed no courtesy as he scolded displeasedly:

"Where did this brat come from? No manners at all! Call out your elders! I want to ask them in person how they raised you, to let someone from their own school cause trouble at another academy's doorstep!"

Jiang Yunzhou was visibly stunned for a moment.

He had been mistaken for a child?

Rather than backing down, Jiang Yunzhou took another step forward and raised a hand to pat Li Yisong's shoulder.

In the tense atmosphere, that gesture was exceptionally abrupt and provocative.

"What a coincidence..."

With an easy, roguish grin, he said, "I'm the headmaster of this newly opened Supreme Academy. What explanation do you want? Come on, tell me. I'll give it to you."

Li Yisong was dumbfounded.

He instinctively looked at the six glowing soul rings beneath his feet.

Was this young man blind or stupid? Couldn't he see the intimidation of a Soul Emperor?

"You're the headmaster?"

He laughed in fury. "Ha! What a joke! Since when can anyone hang up a sign and call himself a headmaster? Fine, even if you are the headmaster, explain this: why are you openly poaching people at the gates of our Shilaike Academy? Do you have no rules at all?"

"Poaching?"

Jiang Yunzhou raised a brow, his face innocent. "Did she join your academy? Did she pay? Did she sign anything? Since she did none of those things, she can go with whoever she wants. How is that poaching? This is called fair competition."

Li Yisong was momentarily choked up. It sounded crooked, but on further thought, it did make a little sense.

But the girl had clearly been taken right out of his group!

"What twisted logic! Young man, I advise you to know your place. Apologize immediately and compensate our academy one hundred gold coins for emotional damages. Then I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise..."

The moment Jiang Yunzhou heard the word "compensate,"

the smile on his face vanished without a trace, and his eyes turned cold.

"What did you say? Compensation? Say that again."

For some reason, Li Yisong suddenly felt the surrounding air turn freezing cold. An invisible pressure made his scalp tingle.

But the dignity of a Soul Emperor made him force himself to stand firm. "I said you should ap-apologize! And compen-compensate..."

Before he could finish, a crisp, decisive slap answered him!

Smack—

With a sharp crack, Li Yisong did not even see the movement clearly. He only felt an enormous force strike him, sending him flying several meters uncontrollably before he crashed heavily onto the ground, seeing stars.

"You want me to compensate you?"

Jiang Yunzhou's voice was as cold as ice. "Then you clearly haven't asked how I got the name 'Slap God of War.'"

One slap was clearly not enough to vent his anger. He strode forward, grabbed Li Yisong by the collar and hauled him up, then backhanded him with several heavy slaps across both cheeks.

Slap! Slap! Slap!—

The crisp sounds of slapping echoed through the street, making everyone nearby twitch their eyelids.

"Do you still want compensation?"

"Do you still want an apology?"

"Speak!"

Li Yisong had been slapped into a daze. His cheeks were swollen high, and his ears buzzed incessantly.

He was shocked and furious inside, nearly coughing up blood.

A dignified Soul Emperor was being slapped like a grandson in full view of everyone!

What was even more terrifying was that he discovered that in this young man's hands, he could not summon even the slightest strength to resist!

Just where had this monstrous fiend come from?

He wanted to cry for help, but his mouth was swollen so badly that he could not utter a single word.

The enormous commotion finally alerted those inside Shilaike Academy.

Dai Mubai was the first to rush out.

The moment he saw his own teacher being held by the collar and frantically slapped across the face, rage surged through him!

"Bastard! Stop!"

He roared and released his Martial Soul without hesitation. "Martial Soul Possession!"

By the time he rushed over, he had already completed his Martial Soul Possession, looking fiercely imposing.

However, Jiang Yunzhou merely lifted his eyes and cast him a cold glance.

The chill and indifference in that gaze made Dai Mubai's heart jolt, and his charging steps halted instinctively.

"Zhuqing..."

Without turning his head, Jiang Yunzhou calmly ordered, "Go. Deal with him. Beat him to death."

The moment Dai Mubai appeared, Zhu Zhuqing had already clenched her fists tight, her teeth grinding audibly.

A surge of resentment and hatred instantly rose in her heart.

Dai Mubai was currently fifteen years old, a level thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder.

But after receiving the empowerment technique, and after a night of familiarizing herself with it, Zhu Zhuqing's strength was already nothing like before. She was in need of a real opponent to test herself on and vent her emotions.

With her teacher backing her up, what was there to fear?

"Yes, Teacher!"

Zhu Zhuqing answered and rushed out. The Nine Nether Spirit Cat Martial Soul possessed her instantly, and two yellow soul rings suddenly lit up.

"You disgusting thing, I'm your opponent!"

She shouted lowly and charged straight at Dai Mubai, filled with rage.

The two clashed in an instant. Soul Power collided, and fierce gusts scattered in every direction.

Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were sharp and fierce, her body agile. She went all out, intending to release every bit of emotion she had been suppressing.

Jiang Yunzhou paid no further attention to the battle over there.

After slapping him for so long, Jiang Yunzhou shook out his hand as if it had gotten a little tired, then simply planted a foot on the limp Li Yisong and pinned him to the ground.

"Old man, all that slapping made my hand sore. If you don't compensate me for my hard work, that would be hard to justify, wouldn't it?"

Li Yisong coughed up several teeth mixed with blood, nearly losing his mind from rage.

He had been beaten into this state, and now he had to pay money too? Was there any justice left in the world?

"You... you dare... Let me go, or else... you're dead..." he squeezed out with difficulty. Unfortunately, the threat carried no force at all.

So Jiang Yunzhou mercilessly gave him several more kicks.

"Old man, can't you see the situation for what it is? You still dare threaten me?"

"Pfft... Cough..." Li Yisong suffered several more brutal kicks.

The commotion grew larger and larger. Finally, an even more massive figure rushed out of Shilaike Academy with an angry roar!

"Which bastard dares touch someone from my Shilaike Academy? Let me teach you how to behave!"

It was Zhao Wuji!

He strode forward in great steps, and the ground seemed to tremble slightly with every footfall.

Even more suffocating were the soul rings rising beneath his feet in sequence—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

A full seven soul rings! The powerful pressure of a Soul Saint instantly blanketed the entire area!

"It's a Soul Saint! A Soul Saint-level powerhouse!"

"That young man is finished now! He's caused a huge disaster!"