Pay Up, or I'll Kill You Too

Dai Mubai thought, I'm a dignified Soul Elder, yet a Soul Grandmaster is beating me so badly I can't fight back?

Was that reasonable? This was utterly humiliating!

And he was being beaten by his own fiancée, no less.

Where had this woman gotten so much resentment from?

Not far away, Jiang Yunzhou caught sight of Zhu Zhuqing growing fiercer with every battle, and a fatherly smile of satisfaction appeared on his face.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes were wide, her little mouth slightly agape.

She had never expected this girl, who looked somewhat aloof and shy, to be so dashing and formidable once she started fighting!

Even less had she expected her to defeat someone stronger than herself and suppress that White Tiger, who looked so powerful, to this extent!

She said that outrageously handsome man was her teacher?

They were master and disciple?

Wow! The teacher was absurdly strong, and the disciple was unbelievably fierce too! She loved it!

She wondered whether this teacher accepted patronage.

Xiao Wu and Tang San had also been watching from the sidelines.

Tang San's expression was solemn, but his eyes glimmered with a battle intent that was eager to try.

Thinking of how Xiao Wu had become preoccupied after meeting that man earlier, along with how Shilaike Academy's teacher was now being publicly humiliated, his hostility and displeasure toward Jiang Yunzhou had already climbed to their peak.

Several times, he could not help wanting to step in and assist, but when he saw the terrifying seven soul rings beneath Jiang Yunzhou's feet and heard him call himself the "Slap God of War," he could only silently withdraw the hidden weapons that had already slid into his sleeve.

A Soul Saint-level powerhouse was not someone he could challenge head-on yet.

Within the domain, Jiang Yunzhou watched Zhao Wuji's futile struggle with amusement.

What did it matter how strong the Immovable Ming King's defense was?

Within his domain, countless phantom blades of grass condensed from sword intent lay beneath their feet, while sharp sword qi crisscrossed and sliced through the air.

All of Zhao Wuji's ferocious attacks were like striking empty space. They could not shake the foundation of this domain at all; he was merely wasting Soul Power.

The longer he fought, the more stifled he felt. The longer he fought, the more agitated he became, until his dark face had turned purplish red.

"Roar! You've gone too far! Martial Soul Avatar!"

Overwhelmed by frustration, Zhao Wuji let out an earthshaking roar. At last, he stopped holding back and prepared to unleash his trump card!

He refused to believe that, after using his Martial Soul Avatar, he still would not be able to break this bizarre domain!

However, Jiang Yunzhou merely chuckled and spat lightly once more.

"Only now you want to get serious? Too late!"

The flowing sword phantom in his hand abruptly vanished. The next instant, a Nine-Leaf Sword that seemed capable of rending the heavens appeared in his palm.

Then, he swung a slash toward Zhao Wuji!

"Sixth Soul Skill: One Sword Severing Law!"

Ssh—

A strange sword wave containing the power to sever all laws governing the flow of energy arrived in an instant!

The immense Soul Power around Zhao Wuji, which had been madly surging as his Martial Soul Avatar took shape, was precisely severed in two as if by an invisible blade!

The originally raging connection of energy suddenly collapsed!

Martial Soul Avatar, activation failed—its casting had been forcibly interrupted!

"Pff—"

Under the backlash of his soul skill, Zhao Wuji violently spat out a mouthful of blood.

Even more terrifying, that bizarre sword wave had not only interrupted his soul skill, but also carried a kind of "true damage" that ignored defenses!

An incredibly long and deep, vicious sword wound appeared out of nowhere across Zhao Wuji's broad chest. Flesh curled back from the wound, and even the stark white bones beneath could faintly be seen!

The excruciating pain instantly flooded his nerves!

Though it was not fatal, the pain and injury had completely destroyed his fighting strength.

Zhao Wuji's massive body swayed twice before he finally dropped to one knee. He could only keep himself from collapsing entirely by supporting himself with both arms.

He panted heavily, his eyes filled with terror.

He had no idea what kind of move this was, to actually interrupt his casting by force.

This man was too terrifying. He had not even touched the corner of his clothes, yet he had lost so thoroughly.

They were both Soul Saints—was the gap really this enormous?

His eyes were full of incredulous horror.

Zhao Wuji did not know that if Jiang Yunzhou had truly wanted his life, he would not have merely been seriously injured.

Jiang Yunzhou dispelled the sharp Sword Tomb Domain around him and strolled over to the collapsed Zhao Wuji. Without the slightest courtesy, he began searching him.

Sure enough, he pulled out another heavy money pouch.

He weighed it in satisfaction, then lifted Zhao Wuji's massive body as though tossing out trash and flung him back into Shilaike Academy's courtyard.

"Hurry up and treat him. If he croaks from blood loss, don't blame me," he said casually.

Then, his gaze shifted and landed precisely on a hidden corner as he called out, "And you, Hulande. As the headmaster, what are you doing hiding there and watching the show for so long?"

He had discovered Hulande hiding in the shadows long ago.

This fellow had probably recognized him already and planned from the very beginning to hide and play dead.

Hulande had indeed been drawn out by the commotion long ago, but when he discovered that the person using Zhao Wuji as a punching bag was actually Jiang Yunzhou, he had nearly been scared out of his wits!

He instantly recalled that table that had been smashed to pieces, and his psychological trauma grew boundlessly.

He had hidden away in a place as remote as outside Suotuo City, so how had he still run into this fiend?

What fucking bad luck!

If he had known it was this lord, he would have stopped Zhao Wuji and Li Yisong immediately. Unfortunately, it was too late to say anything now.

Since he had been exposed, Hulande could only force himself to step out. Arriving before Jiang Yunzhou, he barely squeezed out a smile and cupped his hands. "Sir, our people were indeed in the wrong this time. You've taught them a lesson and vented your anger. Could we let this matter end here?"

Jiang Yunzhou could not be bothered with nonsense. He held out his hand and spat out two words. "Pay up!"

Hulande froze, nearly thinking he had misheard.

You beat my people, tore down my place, and now you want me to pay you? What kind of logic is that? Do you think I'm especially easy to bully?

Thinking about it carefully, that did seem to be the case. He really could not beat the man.

Ahhh! Why couldn't someone come and take care of this monster?

Hulande's heart bled. Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, he asked, "May I ask how many gold coins you believe would settle this matter?"

"Hmm... one thousand gold coins, I suppose," Jiang Yunzhou said after giving it some thought.

Hulande nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.

One thousand gold coins? Why don't you just rob me? Oh, right, you are robbing me...

The academy's little treasury had originally still had some money, but you had just casually taken more than half of it!

"Sir, this... this is truly a bit difficult. I really don't have that much on hand right now..."

Hulande pleaded poverty.

"You really don't?"

Jiang Yunzhou frowned, and his tone instantly turned cold. "If you don't, can't you bargain? Take out however much you have on you and give it all to me! Hurry! Otherwise, I'll kill you too!"

Hearing that familiar phrase, "kill you," Hulande's heart jolted, and cold sweat instantly broke out all over him.

Under normal circumstances, with so many teachers and students in the academy, they might not necessarily fear him if they joined forces.

But after witnessing Zhao Wuji's miserable state with his own eyes, he could not even muster a single thought of resistance.

He could not afford to provoke him. He truly could not.

With immense pain in his heart, he fumbled out every money pouch on his person and handed them over with extreme reluctance, his voice trembling.

"Sir, this... this is truly everything I own..."