Full red soul rings! Shrek? I think it's scared to death!

The air seemed to solidify in that instant.

Zhu Zhuqing's foot, clad in Black Leather Boots, landed lightly.

"Boom--!"

No warning, no charge-up.

That old Wooden Table, which had weathered countless storms and witnessed the registration of countless so-called "geniuses," along with the registration book on it and the rotten wooden box holding money, instantly exploded into a sky full of dust.

Amidst the flying wood chips, a Dark Red Aura, so dense it was nauseating yet so sacred it made one want to prostrate and worship, swept out like a tsunami, raging in all directions from this spot.

The people still queuing instantly fell down.

Those parents with even a little Soul Power felt their knees go weak, and with a "plop," they knelt on the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking their clothes.

This was not Soul Power suppression.

This was Rank Suppression.

It was like a rabbit on the prairie suddenly getting a puff of breath from an Ancient Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Li Yusong, standing at the very front, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

He saw the most absurd, most outrageous, most unreasonable scene of his life.

Beneath Zhu Zhuqing's feet, a halo appeared.

The first ring.

Not Ten Year White, not Hundred Year Yellow, not even Thousand Year Purple.

It was a vibrant, dripping red, as if flowing with blood... Red!

Hundred Thousand Year!

"This... this..." Li Yusong's mouth gaped open, his throat emitting a wheezing sound like a bellows, his body uncontrollably slumping backward, plopping down onto the muddy ground.

However, the nightmare had only just begun.

The second ring, red.

The third ring, red.

The fourth ring, red.

The fifth ring, red.

The sixth ring, red!

Six Blood Red Soul Rings, neatly arranged, pulsing with a suffocating Halo, quietly floated beside the cold and elegant maiden.

The world was bathed in blood red.

Sunlight was blocked, birds fell from the sky.

12 years old.

Level 60 Soul Emperor.

All Hundred Thousand Year Configuration!

"No... impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Amidst the crowd, Tang San suddenly staggered back three steps, his face as pale as paper.

His eyes were filled with purple, Purple Demon Eye passively activated to its extreme, attempting to see through this as some kind of Illusion.

But the dazzling red light, like red-hot steel needles, fiercely pierced his Retina, causing his eyes to ache intensely, tears streaming down his face.

"Teacher said... the limit for the First Soul Ring is 423 Years..."

Tang San tightly gripped his collar, his knuckles turning white, his worldview shattering into a pile of glass shards at this moment.

"The limit for the Second Soul Ring is 764 Years... How could it be a hundred thousand years? How could a human body withstand it?!"

"This is unscientific! This violates the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

His proud knowledge system, the Master's quotes he held as gospel, became the most ridiculous waste paper in front of this Black Clothed Maiden.

He glanced at the pathetic Blue Silver Grass in his palm, then at the maiden whose mere Aura could crush rocks.

An emotion called "Despair" grew wildly in his heart.

Is this a Monster?

Then what am I? Trash? Or dust that is even less than trash?

"Brother..."

A trembling, crying tone came from behind.

Xiao Wu curled into a ball, hiding behind Tang San, her hands clamped tightly over her ears, her body trembling like a sieve.

As a hundred thousand year Soft Bone Rabbit Transformation, she knew better than anyone what these six soul rings meant.

Each red ring represented the fall of an Emperor in the Spirit Beast World.

Six...

Six of her own kind!

That lingering resentment and domineering aura of the Fierce Beast was like facing death itself for her, a soul beast who had taken human form.

"She... she's a devil... she's a devil..." Xiao Wu's teeth chattered, not even daring to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

Silence fell upon the arena, as if death had arrived.

Only the "weng weng" sound of the six soul rings pulsing, like the tolling of a death knell.

Zhu Zhuqing retracted her Aura, but those six soul rings remained dazzling.

She looked down from above at Li Yusong, who had collapsed on the ground, his crotch already soaked, her gaze indifferent, as if looking at an ant.

"Is this your so-called standard for a monster?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the venue.

"Level twenty-one? Or some extraordinary ability?"

She shook her head disdainfully.

"Too low-level."

Li Yusong trembled, wanting to say something, but unable to make a sound.

He wanted to say it was cheating, wanted to say it was an illusion.

But his instinct as a level 63 Soul Emperor told him that if that Maiden so much as twitched a finger, his old bones would instantly turn to ash.

"Clap, clap, clap."

Crisp applause rang out.

Qian Mo walked out slowly from behind Zhu Zhuqing, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

He didn't even glance at the stunned crowd around him, casually straightening his slightly creased cuffs.

"Zhuqing, be low-key."

Qian Mo's tone was gentle, as if teaching a disobedient child, "Don't scare the little ones, after all... they haven't seen the world."

Tang San: "..."

Everyone: "..."

Haven't seen the world?

Who on the continent had ever seen this kind of world?!

"Since your teacher's legs are too weak to get up, I'll take his place."

Qian Mo took a step forward.

This step shattered the void.

"Weng--!!!"

If Zhu Zhuqing's aura was like the dead silence and cold of the abyss, then Qian Mo's aura was like the domineering and sacredness of the blazing sun.

Golden light flashed.

A colossal phantom of a Twelve-Winged Angel appeared behind him with a roar.

The angel's face was blurry, yet it exuded a sense of indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

Twelve wings spread out, obscuring the sun and covering the sky, enveloping the entire Shrek Village.

Immediately after.

Soul rings rose.

Red, red, red, red, red, red!

Another six Hundred Thousand Year soul rings!

If you think this book is good, remember to add it to your bookshelf to avoid losing it next time.

Moreover, the red rings on Qian Mo's body were even deeper in color than Zhu Zhuqing's, faintly revealing a hint of noble dark gold.

Two all-red Soul Emperors!

Two vastly different yet equally terrifying pressures converged and collided in the air, causing a qualitative change.

"Crack--Boom!"

The earth cracked open.

Shrek Academy's already dilapidated wooden fence collapsed instantly, as if it were made of paper.

Even the roofs of a few distant thatched huts were blown off by this wave of energy.

The entire village shook violently, as if it had encountered a magnitude-ten earthquake.

Deep within the village.

Zhao Wuji, who was taking a nap, was directly shaken off his bed, his head hitting the foot of the bed and swelling into a large lump.

"Enemy attack!!"

Zhao Wuji let out an angry roar, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and directly activated his Martial Soul True Body.

"Great Vajra Bear!"

A massive Yellow Earth Giant Bear phantom soared into the sky. Zhao Wuji's muscles bulged, and seven soul rings wildly pulsed beneath his feet. He charged towards the village entrance in terror.

"Who dares trespass upon Shrek!"

At the same time.

An eagle cry echoed from the sky.

Flender pushed up his crooked glasses. A pair of huge Owl Wings sprouted from his back, and his expression turned extremely grim.

This pressure...

This heart-palpitating wave...

Could it be that the Martial Soul Hall's Titled Douluo had come in a group to tear down the place?!

"Old Zhao! Be careful! This is a tough one!" Flender shouted from the air, his voice cracking.

Two Soul Saint level powerhouses, facing a formidable enemy, adopted a desperate stance and rushed to the scene in a frenzy.

Then.

They saw the young man and maiden standing in the center of the ruins, dressed luxuriously, with calm and indifferent expressions.

And the two sets of twelve dazzling Red Soul Rings between them.

"Gaa--"

Flender forgot to flap his wings and almost fell from the sky.

Zhao Wuji's massive bear body slammed on the brakes, plowing two deep trenches in the ground and nearly straining his old back.

The two remained in their attacking poses, frozen in place, becoming two comical statues.

What the hell is this?!

What do kids these days eat to grow up?!

Hormones mixed with nuclear waste?!

Qian Mo looked at the two middle-aged men in front of him, sweating profusely and looking like their life had been shattered. The smile on his lips deepened.

He raised his hand and flicked his fingertip.

The Twelve-Winged Angel phantom behind him slowly dissipated, and the sky-filling red light receded, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.

But the mess all over the ground and the suffocating residual power were reminding everyone that this was a real horror.

"You two are Teacher Zhao Wuji and Dean Flender, right?"

Qian Mo cupped his hands politely, his movements impeccably elegant.

"I heard Shrek Academy has a rule."

Qian Mo's gaze swept over Zhao Wuji's trembling muscles, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"As long as one can last under Teacher Zhao for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, they pass?"

Zhao Wuji swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

Last for the time it takes an incense stick to burn?

Brother, stop joking.

With that aura just now, let alone an incense stick, I'm afraid I couldn't even withstand a single slap!

"Uh... actually, the rules can be changed..." Zhao Wuji wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to force a kind smile. "Our Shrek Academy has always been people-oriented..."

"No need."

Qian Mo interrupted him.

He extended a finger and gently shook it.

"Changing the rules is too troublesome."

"Besides, I'm in a hurry."

Qian Mo turned around, took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, and looked back at the two Soul Saints who were once invincible in the Original Work.

"Since it's Monster Academy, let's use monster rules."

"No need for an incense stick."

"And Teacher Zhao doesn't have to go alone."

Golden Light flowed in Qian Mo's eyes, his voice calm, yet outrageously domineering:

"You two, come at me together."

"If you win, I'll pay ten times the tuition."

"If you lose..."

Qian Mo paused, his gaze sweeping past them, towards the crooked "Shrek Academy" sign.

"This broken badge, I'll take it off today."

Zhao Wuji: "..."

Flender: "..."

The entire audience: "!!!"

He's gone completely mad!

Challenging two veteran Soul Saints at the age of 12?

And wanting to fight them both at once?

Tang San stood in the distance, listening to these words, and a strange sense of absurdity suddenly welled up in his heart.

He originally thought he was here to be the monster.

Now it seemed...

He was here to be an audience member.

And not just any audience member, but one who couldn't afford a ticket and could only stand in the corner trembling.

"Good! Good kid!"

Zhao Wuji was enraged.

Even a clay figurine has a temper, let alone the Chaos Demon King, the Immovable Ming King?

Even if your soul ring configuration is heaven-defying, you're still just a 12-year-old kid! Your Soul Power Level is there for all to see, how much practical combat experience can you have?

"Since you want to play, then Grandpa Zhao will play with you properly!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and the third soul ring on his body suddenly lit up.

"Gravity Boost!"

Earth Yellow light instantly enveloped the entire venue.

The great battle was about to begin.

Qian Mo looked at Zhao Wuji charging towards him, not showing the slightest panic. Instead, he turned his head and said to Zhu Zhuqing:

"Wife, step back."

"Watch your husband perform Bare-handed Bear Dismantling for you."