Fighting Without Regret? Zhou Yi's Sixth Soul Skill!

"What?"

"Two purple and one black?"

"This kid actually possesses such heaven-defying talent?!"

"Hmph! No matter!"

"Those who don't know how to respect their teachers or follow the rules of Shrek Academy deserve to die!"

Listening to the exclamations of the crowd.

Zhou Yi, whose face had turned the color of liver from anger, also thought to herself.

"Third Soul Skill!"

Just as the crowd was exclaiming.

Zhou Yi unleashed her third soul skill; the range of her Red Dragon Flame expanded instantly, and even her dragon form was significantly strengthened.

"Butterfly Goddess Light!"

Wang Dong once again unleashed her thousand-year second soul skill, but this time, the Butterfly Goddess Light hitting Zhou Yi felt like nothing more than a tickle.

The gap between a two-ring Great Soul Master and a six-ring Soul Emperor was simply too vast.

"Tsk!"

"Just because of you two little things, you dare to harbor the delusion of challenging the dignity of a Soul Emperor?!"

"You're courting death!!"

Zhou Yi sneered.

It was as if she were looking at two ants.

"Jiang Yang, what do we do?"

"How about we run first?!"

Wang Dong looked back at Jiang Yang and said quickly.

"Heh—"

"Run? A mere person who doesn't even rank among Soul Emperors is worthy of making me run?"

As soon as Jiang Yang said this.

It instantly drew a round of eye-rolls from the crowd.

Although everyone was already accustomed to his arrogance, wasn't this a bit too arrogant?

"First Soul Skill—"

"Insightful Autumn!"

Jiang Yang let out a soft shout, held the Xuanyuan Sword horizontally with his right hand, and instantly took in everything within a three-kilometer radius with his eyes.

"No way?!"

Wang Dong, bolstered by Jiang Yang's first soul skill, felt her perception double once again.

Could a Soul Elder's first soul skill really achieve such a level?

"Cheap tricks!"

Zhou Yi unleashed her first and second soul skills to attack again.

However.

This time, all of her movements appeared as slow as a crawling turtle in Wang Dong's eyes.

They were countless times slower than before.

This allowed Wang Dong to dodge Zhou Yi's attacks without any effort.

"He? He... he couldn't really be an auxiliary-type soul master, could he?"

Someone muttered this.

Several people couldn't help but gulp.

There was no helping it.

Jiang Yang had brought them too many shocks.

To some extent, they had already become somewhat immune.

"Fine!"

"Dodge!!"

"Let's see how you dodge this!!!"

"Fifth Soul Skill—"

"Dragon Blood Blazing!"

Provoked time and time again, Zhou Yi immediately stopped holding anything back.

As this ten-thousand-year soul skill was unleashed.

Her entire strength increased exponentially.

Zhou Yi, who had appeared to be moving at a snail's pace in Wang Dong's eyes, instantly accelerated once more.

"Cough—"

"Pfft!"

The next moment, Wang Dong, who had been flying in mid-air, was instantly sent flying over a hundred meters away by a single punch from Zhou Yi, spitting blood.

"Without the help of this assault-type soul master, let's see what you do now!"

Zhou Yi sneered, turning her hand to attack Jiang Yang.

However.

There was no panic on Jiang Yang's face.

This only made Zhou Yi's expression turn even uglier.

"Still putting on an act!"

"I want to see if you even know how to feel fear!"

"Second Soul Skill—"

"Red Dragon Impact Cannon!"

This time, under the augmentation of Zhou Yi's fifth soul skill, the Red Dragon Impact Cannon was already capable of threatening the life of a Soul Emperor!

Yet.

Jiang Yang remained completely calm.

He simply spat out a single sentence, "Second Soul Skill—My Heart is Bright!"

This was a soul skill that amplified the power of other soul skills.

Under the support of this skill, the power of other elemental soul skills could be increased by 50%, while light-attribute soul skills were boosted by 100%, and for the Ultimate Light attribute, the amplification reached a staggering 200%!

"Demon-Judging Sword!"

Jiang Yang held his right hand upright, his left index and middle fingers pressed together, and drew them across the blade.

Countless amounts of his spiritual power and soul power surged into the sword body in an instant.

"What kind of soul skill is this?"

"No! This isn't a soul skill, his soul rings aren't flashing!"

"Could it be?!"

"That's right! This is indeed a Self-Created Soul Skill, Jiang Yang! He is performing a Self-Created Soul Skill!"

Just as the crowd was filled with suspicion, Dai Huabin, who had been staring fixedly at the battlefield, spoke up once again.

They were both three-ring Soul Elders.

Yet Jiang Yang was far, far stronger than him.

Although he was unwilling to admit that he could lose to a peer by such a wide margin—to the point where he had to look up to him—the facts were exactly as they were.

They allowed for no sophistry from anyone.

"Bang—"

As Jiang Yang pointed his sword, the ancient blade instantly erupted with brilliant golden holy light, the sun and moon patterns shimmering with radiance.

The Demon-Judging Profound Meaning was unleashed with a roar, a vast holy might sweeping in all directions as the sharp sword intent tore through the air, whipping up rolling gales.

The sword's momentum far exceeded the limits of ordinary attacks, carrying a supreme dominance that judged all evil in the world as it struck directly toward Zhou Yi.

The sword light descended like a celestial river, its overwhelming pressure crushing down from above, the sacred edge locking off all space for evasion without a shred of mercy, crashing down upon her with a terrifying power that transcended the heavens and earth.

"BOOM—!!!!!!"

The Self-Created Soul Skill collided with the combination of the fifth and second soul skills.

The entire area seemed to be plunged into an endless barrage of artillery fire.

"Quick!"

"Retreat, quickly!!"

The students were not just standing there like fools; they had already wisely run away the moment they saw Jiang Yang condensing his sword intent.

Only a small group who had been stunned in place were now being shouted at to run away.

Meanwhile.

Xiao Xiao had also run to Wang Dong's side, gently helping her up.

"Let go of me, I have to go help Jiang Yang!"

"Oh, save your breath, you'll only drain Jiang Yang's soul power if you go over there. Look, see for yourself, I wasn't lying to you!"

After saying this, Xiao Xiao immediately draped Wang Dong's arm over her shoulder, then lifted her small chin, signaling for Wang Dong to look at the battlefield.

And so.

Wang Dong fell silent.

"Fine--"

"It seems I underestimated you!"

As the dust and mist dispersed, a thick killing intent emerged in Zhou Yi's eyes.

This was the first time she had ever been made to look so disheveled by a student.

The tight-fitting teacher's uniform she wore had been blasted into tatters.

In contrast, Jiang Yang remained as calm and composed as ever, his left hand behind his back and his right hand gripping the Xuanyuan Sword.

The indifference in his eyes, in particular, made her feel a deep sense of humiliation.

"Huh? Why has Teacher Zhou become younger?!"

"My god! Could Jiang Yang's soul skill have the effect of restoring one's youth?!"

"I... I think I'm starting to like Teacher Zhou?"

"Shangguan Chentian, stop acting like a lovesick fool, or be careful she snaps out of it and expels you on the spot!"

"What kind of taste do you have? This... you call this beautiful? Have you never seen a woman before?"

"..."

The students' chatter stung Zhou Yi's heart like piercing bee needles.

The reason she had deliberately made herself look ugly was because she believed she was beautiful, and she feared that others seeing her beauty would fall in love with her, thereby affecting her so-called teaching quality.

However.

Now she was being called ugly by the students?

And this was happening while she couldn't even take down a new student like Jiang Yang.

In an instant.

Her remaining reason was overtaken by rage.

"Sixth Soul Skill--"