10 Seconds! One More Second, One More Death!

The voice exploded over Shrek Academy like a thunderclap.

Shrek Academy's gates were violently thrown open.

A group of people filed out.

At their head was a skinny old man.

His face was sharp and mean, and his triangular eyes brimmed with hostility.

He was Shrek Academy's Soul Emperor-level instructor... Li Yusong.

Zhao Wuji and Flender followed behind him, standing shoulder to shoulder with irritation written across their faces at having been disturbed.

Li Yusong raised his eyes and looked over.

At the academy gate stood a green-clad old man. His robe gleamed such a bright green that he looked like an old scallion that had come to life.

He did not need to know who the other man was!

He only knew that in this little patch of Suotuo City, no one had ever shouted at Shrek Academy like this.

"Where did this old bastard come from? You've got some nerve coming to Shrek Academy and causing trouble!"

Li Yusong started cursing the moment he opened his mouth, spraying spittle everywhere.

His tone was domineering to the extreme, as though he were berating some blind country bumpkin.

"Take a good look at who the hell I am!"

Li Yusong stomped heavily on the ground.

His Martial Soul was instantly unleashed.

Dragon Pattern Staff!

A long black staff wrapped in silver dragon patterns appeared in his hand.

Then, six Soul Rings rose around him.

White, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!

All six rings lit up at once, and the pressure of a Soul Emperor surged like a tide toward the green figure at the academy gate.

"Old bastard, if you know what's good for you, get down here and kowtow three times to your grandpa! If I'm in a good mood, I might only break both your legs!"

Li Yusong pointed his Dragon Pattern Staff at Dugu Bo, his tone outrageously arrogant.

Behind him, Zhao Wuji stood with his arms folded, a cold sneer on his face.

As a level seventy-six Soul Saint, he had every reason to be confident.

He had strutted around Suotuo City for so many years. He had always been the one bullying others; no one had ever dared to show off in front of him.

Even if the sky fell, he and Flender would hold it up.

What kind of trouble could some decrepit old man who had appeared out of nowhere possibly stir up?

Flender stood to the side and adjusted his glasses, a cold glint flashing through the eyes behind the lenses.

He said nothing, but the disdainful curve of his lips said it all.

Shrek Academy loved causing trouble!

That was what its motto said.

Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes.

A cold glint flashed through those Emerald Green pupils.

At his age, he had been cursed at and looked down upon before, but no one had ever cursed him like some stray dog!

He looked at the idiot who kept calling him "old bastard," flaunting his six Soul Rings like a peacock spreading its tail.

Then he looked at the two Soul Saints standing there with folded arms and cold sneers.

The corner of Dugu Bo's mouth curled upward on its own.

No wonder.

No wonder they had dared to seize Dugu Bo's granddaughter.

With such blind arrogance, what would this group not dare to do?

He had indeed suspected before that someone might have been using them as a knife to kill another.

But the scene before him burned his final shred of doubt to ashes.

Would someone this arrogant have few enemies?

Would it not be perfectly reasonable for someone this brainless to do such a thing?

"Heh."

Dugu Bo let out a soft chuckle.

The laugh was quiet.

Yet for some reason, everyone present heard it with perfect clarity.

Immediately afterward, a terrifying wave of Soul Power that made it hard to breathe erupted from Dugu Bo, sweeping out in every direction.

Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor!

A massive Emerald Green serpent phantom rose behind him!

Its snake eyes were icy, its fangs sinister.

At the same time, nine Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black...

The instant the final Soul Ring lit up, all of Shrek Academy fell into deathly silence.

A Title Douluo!

A nine-ringed Title Douluo!

The arrogant expression on Li Yusong's face had not even had time to fade before it froze there.

His raised Dragon Pattern Staff hung in midair as though someone had struck his pressure point.

And the Soul Power pressure pouring down from Dugu Bo crashed upon him like ten thousand tons of seawater!

"Crack..."

Li Yusong's knees gave out first, letting out a sharp crack that made everyone's teeth ache.

His body began to bend as though an invisible giant hand were pressing down on his spine, forcing him lower inch by inch.

"Urgh... Aaaah..."

He desperately drove his Soul Power to resist. His six Soul Rings flashed madly, and the Dragon Pattern Staff let out a mournful hum.

But it was useless.

Before a Title Douluo, a mere Soul Emperor was like an ant.

Dugu Bo remained expressionless. He merely extended one hand, spread his fingers slightly, and slowly pressed downward.

Li Yusong's waist bent even lower.

His spine crackled, every vertebra groaning beneath the unbearable strain.

"Head... Headmaster... Save..."

Li Yusong's face had turned the color of liver, and his eyeballs nearly bulged from their sockets. He desperately twisted his head around and looked toward Flender and Zhao Wuji behind him.

The sneer had long vanished from Zhao Wuji's face, replaced by a complexion as pale as paper.

He had never imagined that casually cursing some decrepit old man would mean cursing a Title Douluo to his face!

"Your Excellency... this is all a misunderstanding..."

Zhao Wuji hurriedly spoke up, his voice trembling unmistakably.

"Yes, yes, a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding, Your Excellency!"

"We failed to recognize greatness and offended Your Excellency. We beg Your Excellency to be magnanimous and not hold it against us..."

Flender hurriedly forced a smile as well, with none of his earlier calmness left.

Dugu Bo did not even look at them.

His hand continued pressing downward.

"Crack..."

Li Yusong's spine broke.

His entire spine snapped into two from the middle!

"Pfft..."

He spewed out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs.

His upper and lower body folded at an impossible angle.

Like a rag that had been twisted to pulp, he collapsed onto the ground.

Blood streamed from all seven of his orifices, pooling beneath him into a horrifying puddle.

A six-ringed Soul Emperor had been crushed to death alive.

The stench of blood spread through the air, assaulting everyone's nostrils.

"Now, can Ma Hongjun come out and die?"

Dugu Bo slowly withdrew his hand and turned his gaze toward Flender and Zhao Wuji.

"Your Excellency, may I ask what that boy of ours did to anger you so greatly? If he truly was at fault, we will certainly..."

Zhao Wuji swallowed hard and stepped forward despite himself.

Slap!

A loud slap landed squarely across Zhao Wuji's face.

Dugu Bo moved with extreme speed.

Neither of the two Soul Saints present saw how he moved.

They only saw Zhao Wuji fly sideways and crash heavily onto the ground, half his face swelling visibly.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"You think you're worthy of questioning this old man?"

"This old man gives you ten seconds."

"Within ten seconds, hand over that little beast."

"One second more, and this old man kills one person."

Dugu Bo looked down at him from above, his Emerald Green eyes filled with undisguised contempt.