Lu Ming Brutalizes Shrek! Dai Mubai's Miserable Defeat! The Three Losers!

The two attacked from left and right, one from afar and one up close, coordinating seamlessly to instantly seal off every route Lu Ming could use to evade.

Yet faced with this combined attack that blocked all retreat and sought to kill him in a single blow, Lu Ming's expression did not ripple in the slightest.

A few Soul Elders in their thirties were nothing more than chickens and dogs before him, a level-forty-four Soul Ancestor.

"Is that all you've got?"

Lu Ming spoke softly. His voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of Dai Mubai and the other two.

The instant his words fell.

Buzz—

An overwhelming, unstoppable aura erupted from within him!

Yellow!

Yellow!

Black!

Three Soul Rings abruptly rose from beneath his feet!

The first two were standard Hundred Year Soul Rings, radiating bright yellow halos.

However, when the Third Spirit Ring appeared, the pupils of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar instantly shrank to their limits!

It was a deep, dark Black Soul Ring, as though it could devour every ray of light!

Circles of black light spread outward, carrying an ancient and vast pressure that seemed to freeze the very air around them.

Dai Mubai's unstoppable tiger claws and Ma Hongjun's scorching Phoenix Fire Line both came to an abrupt halt less than half a meter from Lu Ming's body.

It was not that they wanted to stop. The terrifying pressure from the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring had caused the Soul Power within their bodies to stagnate, instantly freezing their movements!

"A... a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

Dai Mubai's eyes widened, his evil eyes filled with horror and shock. His voice changed pitch from the sheer extent of his disbelief.

Oscar was even more terrified, his face turning deathly pale as the sausage in his hand fell to the ground. His lips trembled as he stammered:

"A-and... and his Third Spirit Ring... is actually a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

The resentment and savagery on Ma Hongjun's fat face had long been replaced by utter blankness. As if he had seen a ghost, he shrieked.

"That's impossible!"

"Didn't Master say that a Soul Master's body has limits? Only after advancing to Soul King can the fifth Soul Ring be a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

"You're only in your thirties! How could you possibly absorb a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!"

"Fake! This has to be fake!"

The worldviews of the three were utterly overturned and shattered to pieces at that moment!

Yu Xiaogang's theories had long been unshakable truths in their hearts, the bible of the Soul Master world.

Yet the scene before them was like a resounding slap, viciously striking their faces—and the face of the Master they worshipped!

"Too noisy."

Lu Ming casually uttered two words.

He did not even use a single soul skill. He merely stretched his limbs, producing a series of crackling sounds from his bones.

The next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Bang!

A dull thud rang out.

Dai Mubai only felt an irresistible force strike his chest. The White Tiger Protection Barrier and White Tiger Vajra Transformation he had been so proud of shattered instantly like paper.

His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, snapping several trees as thick as bowls along the way before crashing heavily to the ground and coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Mubai!" Oscar cried out.

However, before his words had faded, a hand had already seized Ma Hongjun by the throat and lifted his fat body into the air with one hand.

"Urgh..."

The flames around Ma Hongjun's body instantly extinguished. His feet kicked wildly, his face turning liver color, yet he could not break free from that hand, which was like an iron clamp.

Lu Ming looked at him expressionlessly. His other hand clenched into a fist and delivered a plain, unremarkable punch.

Bam!

His fist struck Ma Hongjun squarely in the abdomen.

Ma Hongjun's body abruptly curled up like a shrimp, and he vomited up last night's meal.

The punch sent his entire body flying off the ground, and he finally crashed down beside Dai Mubai.

"Your turn."

Lu Ming turned his head toward Oscar, who had been scared stiff.

"D-don't hit me!"

Oscar was nearly scared out of his wits. He turned and tried to run.

But as a Food-type Soul Master, how could he possibly outrun Lu Ming?

Lu Ming merely flashed forward and appeared in front of him, then lashed out with a whip kick that struck him precisely in the back.

"Aah—!"

Oscar let out a miserable scream, tracing an arc through the air before landing precisely atop Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, forming a human pile.

The entire process was swift as a hare's rise and a falcon's fall, lasting only a few short seconds.

Dai Mubai struggled to get up from the ground. Looking at the completely unscathed Lu Ming, his evil eyes were full of horror.

"The three of us joined forces... and still weren't his match..."

Ma Hongjun clutched his stomach, pain twisting his features, his eyes filled with fear.

"And... and he didn't even use his Soul Rings before we were completely routed..."

Oscar lay on top, every bone in his body feeling as though it were about to fall apart. Stormy Waves churned in his heart.

I thought he only got in through connections. I thought he wasn't even qualified to be our substitute... I never expected him to be this strong?!

They could not understand how a Soul Master whose Martial Soul was Blue Silver Grass could possibly be this strong!

Lu Ming slowly walked up to the three and looked down at them.

"You wanted to cripple me?"

He stepped on Ma Hongjun's hand and applied slight pressure.

Crack!

"Aaaah! My hand! My hand is broken!"

Ma Hongjun let out a pig-slaughtering shriek.

Lu Ming then stepped on Dai Mubai's leg.

Crack!

"Urgh!"

Dai Mubai let out a muffled groan. Beads of Cold Sweat rolled down his forehead, but he clenched his teeth and refused to cry out.

"You think you're worthy?"

Lu Ming's voice was soft, but it carried a bone-piercing chill.

"M-mercy! We were wrong! We'll never dare again!"

Oscar completely broke down, crying and begging for mercy.

Lu Ming could not even be bothered to look at them again. He raised his foot and casually kicked the small mountain formed by the three of them.

Bang!

The three figures turned into arcs once more and were kicked far away, vanishing beyond the edge of the woods.

All that remained was A string of increasingly distant screams.

Lu Ming dusted off his sleeves, though there was no dust on them, and withdrew his Soul Rings as though he had merely done something insignificant.

Then he turned and strode away toward the dormitories.

When Lu Ming pushed open the door to his dorm room, he could not help but freeze.

The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of steady breathing.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, illuminating one corner of the room.

A graceful figure lay on her side on his bed.

Long fiery-red hair spread across the pillow like a waterfall, forming a stark contrast against the snowy-white pillowcase.

It was Liu Erlong.

She seemed to have waited for a long time and had fallen asleep without realizing it.

Lying on her side, the curves of her body were vividly outlined beneath the moonlight. Her mature, voluptuous figure was filled with astonishing allure.

One long, straight beautiful leg was slightly bent, while the other rested casually beside it.

Below the hem of her skirt, a section of her snowy-white, delicate calf was exposed to the air, her skin seeming to glow with a lustrous sheen beneath the moonlight.