Dai Mubai: Humiliated! Utterly Humiliated!

The onlookers never took responsibility for what they said, even though they had already been proven wrong once.

They still erupted into gasps and discussion, and everyone believed Jiang Yunzhou was about to be in serious trouble.

Jiang Yunzhou's eyes lit up instead. Not only was he unafraid, he was even a little pleased.

Another one? Looks like today's earnings are going up again.

Li Yisong beneath his feet was practically crippled. If the fight continued, he would be beaten to death.

Jiang Yunzhou had long noticed the bulging money pouch on Li Yisong's body. It contained the several hundred gold coins in registration fees he had just collected!

Thus, under Zhao Wuji's furious glare and the stunned gazes of everyone present, Jiang Yunzhou calmly began searching Li Yisong's body. Before long, he pulled out a heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in his hand, listening to the pleasant clink of coins inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Mm, compensation for my hard work."

As the saying went, murder and arson made men rich. This kind of no-cost business brought in money fast!

Just as Zhao Wuji, burning with towering rage, was about to reach him, Jiang Yunzhou had already swiftly tucked the bag of gold coins into his clothes.

Then, as if kicking aside a pebble in his path, he casually sent the limp Li Yisong flying with one kick.

By sheer coincidence, Li Yisong's body traced an arc through the air and landed precisely back in the chair where he had been collecting fees, striking it with a dull thud.

Only, he had already been beaten beyond recognition. He could only keep playing dead to avoid becoming a laughingstock.

Humiliated. He was truly, utterly humiliated.

Zhao Wuji was powerless to stop him. His eyes bulged with fury, and his wiry beard nearly stood on end!

How long had it been? How long since anyone had dared to act so arrogantly before him, the Immovable Ming King?

"You little bastard! You're fucking courting death!" His voice boomed like a great bell, making everyone's eardrums tingle.

Zhao Wuji was not some watered-down Soul Emperor like Li Yisong. He was a ruthless man who had truly fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

Jiang Yunzhou merely sneered, a thought flashing through his mind.

In an instant, immense Soul Power surged from his body, and brilliant soul rings rose one after another beneath his feet—purple, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!

Seven soul rings in all. He was also a Soul Saint!

Zhao Wuji's charging momentum came to an abrupt halt, his bell-like eyes filled with disbelief!

He rubbed his eyes. If he had not seen wrongly, this youth's first soul ring was actually purple? And he was a Soul Saint?

How old was this youth?

He looked only a few years older than Dai Mubai and the others. How could he possibly be a Soul Saint?

But there was no time to dwell on that now.

Jiang Yunzhou could not care less about the turmoil in his heart. He loosely clenched his right hand, and the phantom of a longsword radiating sharp, icy light instantly condensed into form.

He pointed its tip at Zhao Wuji and said in a flippant tone, "Big bear, don't say I never gave you a chance. How about I let you make the first move?"

Provocation! Naked humiliation!

"Fuck your mother! Second Soul Skill: Mighty Vajra Palm!"

Zhao Wuji flew into a complete rage. No longer hesitating, he sent his massive fan-like palm crashing down, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind.

At the same time, flashes of light flickered around his body—Immovable Ming King Body! Mighty Vajra Palm enhancement! Increased gravity! Gravity Compression!

In an instant, he had raised himself to peak condition. A series of enhancement soul skills stacked together, and his aura surged madly, making him resemble a true humanoid violent bear!

As Jiang Yunzhou watched him painstakingly stack his buffs, he was not in the least anxious. Instead, he leisurely raised an extremely insulting middle finger at him, then spat lightly.

"You dumb fuck, you sure have a lot of tricks. Let me remind you—if you didn't bring money today, I'll kill you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yunzhou's gaze sharpened, and he shouted, "Fifth Soul Skill: Boundless Sword Tomb!"

Buzz—

An invisible domain force abruptly spread out from him, instantly engulfing Zhao Wuji!

Zhao Wuji felt the environment around him change drastically, as though he had fallen into a desolate, deathly silent graveyard.

His movements suddenly became incomparably sluggish. Countless tiny, peerlessly sharp strands of sword qi also materialized from thin air, invading from every direction and relentlessly slicing at the Soul Power protecting his body!

Meanwhile, Jiang Yunzhou stood calmly at the center of the domain, a teasing smile on his lips.

Like a cat playing with a mouse, he casually controlled the omnipresent sword qi within the domain to harass Zhao Wuji, treating it all as a monkey show.

He would let this big bear suffer properly first.

Elsewhere, Zhu Zhuqing and Dai Mubai's battle had also reached a fever pitch.

The longer Dai Mubai fought, the more alarmed he became, and the more he felt an eerie sense of familiarity.

He seemed to have seen this black-clothed girl's movement technique and the aura of her soul skills in his family's records...

Then something suddenly occurred to him. Had he just heard that person call her Zhu Zhuqing?

"Stop!"

He forcefully knocked aside one of Zhu Zhuqing's fierce claw strikes and urgently shouted, "That person just called you Zhu Zhuqing? You... are you Zhu Zhuqing?"

He recognized her. That bizarre speed and those fierce claw strikes aimed solely at vital points were clearly the inherited martial soul and combat techniques of the Zhu Family of the Star Luo Empire!

However, Zhu Zhuqing had perfectly inherited Jiang Yunzhou's particular talent for infuriating people to death.

She could not be bothered to acknowledge Dai Mubai at all. Instead, her offensive became even fiercer and sharper, every move targeting vital points. She beat Dai Mubai so badly that he felt utterly humiliated and nearly wanted to vomit blood.

Her mind was clear at the moment, and all her attention was focused on putting into practice the brand-new cultivation technique her teacher had imparted to her last night.

The more she fought, the deeper her understanding of the technique became, and the more naturally she wielded it.

The technique came with an armor-piercing effect. Dai Mubai's pride, the White Tiger Body Protection, usually shattered with a roar before it could withstand even two exchanges against her attacks.

Her speed, strength, and attack penetration had all increased by an astonishing degree.

Although her Soul Power Level was only 28, far below Dai Mubai's 37, her movement technique was more agile, her methods more cunning, and her cultivation technique more bizarre!

"I told you to stop! Did you hear me?!"

"If you don't stop now, don't blame me for getting serious!"

"Bitch, you're courting death..."

Dai Mubai roared repeatedly, trying to intimidate her with words.

Zhu Zhuqing continued to turn a deaf ear, and the corners of her lips even curled into a mocking sneer.

He had been suppressed by her throughout the entire fight. Where did he get the confidence—or the nerve—to talk about getting serious?

She had long been familiar with the various soul skills of the Dai Family's White Tiger martial soul and had already devised ways to deal with them.

As long as she broke through that turtle shell, Dai Mubai was simply no match for her!

She was fast. He had to be able to hit her first.

"Rip—"

Another claw swept past, leaving a fresh bloody gash on Dai Mubai's arm.

In only a short while, dozens of wounds of varying depths covered his body. His clothes were torn, and blood streamed down him.

Zhu Zhuqing controlled her attacks with great precision. None of them were fatal, yet every one of them tore his flesh and caused piercing pain.

The force was just right—enough to leave him dazed without damaging his brain.

Dai Mubai bared his teeth in pain. Despite possessing a body full of Soul Power, he was suppressed so completely that he could not fight back at all. He could only defend passively in utter disarray.

Humiliated! Utterly humiliated!