New Student Causes Trouble? Soul Elder Instantly Killed! Suppression Reward: Level 1 Soul Power, Marrow Cleansing Pill! (Please Follow!)

Dai Yu jingled the keys in his hand, casually closed the door, walked over to the other empty bed, and sat down, sizing up Wang Dong with interest:

"What's wrong?

Not welcome?"

Wang Dong frowned, watching Dai Yu's overly familiar attitude, and felt inexplicably annoyed.

No one had ever dared speak to him like that since he was a child!

"Hmph!

Since we're roommates, I need to lay down some rules for you in advance!"

Wang Dong jumped off the bed, crossed his arms, and looked at Dai Yu with an air of arrogance:

"First, no bringing random people back to the dorm!

Second, no loud noise or ruckus in the dorm!

Third, and most importantly!

Don't touch my stuff!

And don't... don't just strike up a conversation with me!"

Listening to Wang Dong's string of "don'ts," Dai Yu didn't get angry at all; instead, his smile grew even wider.

This Little Girl had quite the temper.

But the more temper she had, the more interesting she would be to train.

"Rules?"

Dai Yu stood up and walked step by step toward Wang Dong, releasing a faint, oppressive aura.

"At Shrek Academy, strength is the rule.

You want to set rules for me?

That depends on whether you have the ability!"

Wang Dong was startled by Dai Yu's sudden imposing presence and instinctively stepped back half a pace.

But he quickly caught himself and flushed with anger and embarrassment.

"You're asking for a beating!"

Wang Dong let out a sharp shout, his Soul Power surging as he threw a punch at Dai Yu.

Though the punch didn't use his martial soul, it was extremely fast, carrying a whistling wind—clearly practiced.

But in Dai Yu's eyes, this punch was as slow as a crawling snail.

He didn't even bother to dodge, merely raising his hand slightly and effortlessly catching Wang Dong's fist.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Wang Dong felt as if his fist had struck an iron plate, numbing his palm from the impact.

What shocked him even more was that no matter how hard he struggled, his fist was locked tightly in Dai Yu's grip, completely immobile!

"Is that all the strength you've got?"

Dai Yu looked at Wang Dong's flushed little face, a mocking curl at the corner of his mouth:

"Looks like you've still got a long way to go before you can set rules for me."

"You... let me go!"

Wang Dong struggled desperately, but Dai Yu's hand was like a steel vise, impossible to break free from.

And strangely, as he looked into Dai Yu's deep eyes, an intense fear inexplicably surged within him.

It felt like encountering his Natural Enemy, making even his soul tremble!

"I'll let you go."

Dai Yu released his grip, watching Wang Dong stagger back, and said calmly:

"But from today on, the rules of this dorm are set by me.

Got it?"

Wang Dong rubbed his slightly reddened wrist, glaring at Dai Yu's condescending demeanor.

Though he was deeply unwilling, the soul-deep fear from moments ago kept him from daring to act rashly again.

"Hmph!

Just wait and see!"

Wang Dong shot Dai Yu a fierce glare, then turned and climbed onto his own bed, pulling the covers over his head to ignore him.

Dai Yu paid it no mind, turning to tidy his own bedding.

There was plenty of time ahead.

That proud little butterfly would eventually be unable to escape his grasp.

Meanwhile, Dormitory 109.

Huo Yuhao carefully pushed open the door and found it empty inside.

He breathed a sigh of relief, set down his luggage, and began to tidy up his bed.

Although he hadn't encountered a troublesome roommate like Wang Dong, he still felt a bit uneasy.

After all, this was Shrek Academy, a place where geniuses gathered.

Could he, a "waste" with first-level Innate Soul Power, really make a stand here?

"Forget it!

Since I'm in, I have to train hard!

I absolutely cannot disgrace Yu Ge!"

Huo Yuhao clenched his fists, encouraging himself.

Just then, a commotion suddenly came from outside the door.

Immediately after, the door was kicked open with a bang.

A burly youth with a face full of arrogance swaggered in.

Behind him followed two lackeys.

"Oh!

This dorm's not bad! From now on, this is This Lord's turf!"

The burly youth scanned the room, his gaze landing on Huo Yuhao sitting by the bed, a flicker of disdain in his eyes:

"Hey!

You there!

This Lord has taken a liking to this bed!

You, scram over there!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner by the door, which was piled with clutter and had no bed at all.

Huo Yuhao was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed red as he stood up and shouted angrily:

"On what grounds?!

This is the bed the school assigned to me!"

"On what grounds?"

The burly youth sneered, cracking his knuckles with a series of pops:

"On the grounds that This Lord is a Soul Elder!

And you, you don't even look like a Soul Master!

Get lost while you still can!

Otherwise, don't blame This Lord for being rude!"

Huo Yuhao bit his lip tightly, a trace of humiliation and anger flashing in his eyes.

He remembered Dai Yu's words.

At Shrek, strength was everything!

Rules could be trampled underfoot!

"I won't give in!"

Huo Yuhao took a deep breath, a look of determination in his eyes:

"If you want this bed, you'll have to beat me!"

"Oh?

Pretty tough, huh?"

The burly youth laughed as if he'd heard a joke, roaring with laughter:

"Fine!

Since you want to die, This Lord will oblige you!"

As he spoke, his soul power surged, and three soul rings—Two Yellow One Purple—slowly rose around him.

He really was a Soul Elder!

Huo Yuhao's face paled, but he didn't back down.

Just then, a cold voice suddenly came from the doorway:

"It seems I've arrived just in time."

Everyone turned to look.

There stood Dai Yu, hands in his pockets, leaning against the doorframe, a mocking grin on his face as he surveyed the people inside the room.

"Yuhao, this is the 'trouble' I told you about. But since we've run into them, we might as well use them for practice."

Dai Yu walked slowly into the room, and an oppressive, suffocating pressure instantly filled the air.

"A Soul Elder, huh? Perfect timing. I've been wanting to see just how much punishment a so-called Soul Elder can take."

The burly youth, upon hearing Dai Yu's words, was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world, doubling over until tears nearly streamed from his eyes.

"Hahahaha! Did I hear that right? You? A pretty boy with barely a trace of Soul Power fluctuation, and you want to try This Lord's fists?"

His two lackeys chimed in: "Boss, this kid's lost his mind, hasn't he?" "Yeah, look at him—probably doesn't even have a single soul ring, and he's still spouting nonsense!"

Facing their mockery, Dai Yu's smile didn't waver in the slightest. But his pitch-black eyes quietly took on a faint golden hue.

A bone-chilling cold erupted without warning in the cramped dormitory. It wasn't a drop in temperature—it was pure killing intent! The terrifying pressure of the "Extreme Slaughter" attribute!

"Noisy."

Dai Yu spat out two words, and his figure suddenly moved.

There were no flashy soul skills, not even a release of his martial soul. He simply took a single step forward, yet his entire body moved like a hunting leopard, instantly closing in on the burly youth.

"You're asking for it!"

Though the burly youth had been dismissive with his words, he was still a three-ring Soul Elder and reacted quickly. Seeing Dai Yu charge, he roared, and the third soul ring on his body flared with purple light.

"Third Soul Skill: Skyquake!"

As the skill activated, his muscles bulged, transforming him into a rampaging wild bull, charging at Dai Yu with unstoppable momentum.

Huo Yuhao's face changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm: "Yu Ge, be careful! That's a thousand-year soul skill!"

But Dai Yu neither dodged nor evaded.

Just as the two were about to collide, Dai Yu's right hand shot out. His palm was instantly coated in a dazzling platinum-gold luster, its sharp aura tearing through the air with a piercing screech.

Extreme Gold—unyielding and unstoppable!

"Break."

Dai Yu muttered softly. That platinum-gold hand ignored the thick Soul Power shield covering the burly youth's body, cutting through it like a red-hot blade through butter, and clamped directly onto the youth's throat!

"Guh—!!"

The burly youth's charge came to an abrupt halt.

He realized in terror that his proud thousand-year soul skill defense was as fragile as paper before this youth's hand! Worse, a domineering, murderous aura surged through his throat into his body, instantly freezing all his meridians, leaving him unable to mobilize even a shred of Soul Power!

"Bam!"

Dai Yu exerted force with one hand, lifting the man—who weighed over two hundred jin—clean off the ground, then slammed him heavily into the wall beside them. The wall let out a dull thud, dust raining down.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

The burly youth collapsed to the floor, clutching his throat and coughing violently, his eyes filled with sheer terror.

Just one move! And he hadn't even used his martial soul!

This frail-looking pretty boy had instantly killed him, a Soul Elder?!

"Now do you understand how tough a Soul Elder really is?"

Dai Yu looked down at him from on high, his gaze as indifferent as if he were staring at an ant.

"Take your people and get lost."

"Y-yes! I'm going! I'm leaving right now!"

The burly youth didn't dare say another word. The terror of brushing against death had completely broken him.

He scrambled to his feet, not even daring to pick up his luggage, and fled the 109 dormitory in disgrace, his two terrified lackeys trailing behind.

The dorm fell silent in an instant.

Huo Yuhao stared dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg.

He knew Dai Yu was strong, but he never imagined Dai Yu was this strong!

That was a three-ring Soul Elder!

"Yu, Yu Ge... you're incredible!"

Huo Yuhao looked at Dai Yu with worshipful eyes, stars practically sparkling in them.

Dai Yu withdrew his aura, the gold fading from his eyes, and clapped his hands as if he'd done something trivial.

Just then, a cold mechanical voice rang in his mind:

[Ding! Detected Host defeating a stronger opponent, overwhelmingly crushing a three-ring Soul Elder, causing extreme psychological intimidation.]

[Triggered hidden mechanism of "Background Suppression System": Dominator's Posture.]

[Congratulations, Host. Reward: Soul Power increased by 1 level (current level 12), Spiritual Power slightly increased, Item obtained: Marrow Cleansing Pill (1).]