"What?"
"Two purple and one black?"
"This kid actually has such heaven-defying talent?!"
"Hmph! Forget it!!"
"If you don't understand respecting your teachers or following the rules of Shrek Academy, you deserve to die!"
Hearing the crowd's cries of shock,
Zhou Yi, whose face had turned liver-red with rage, thought to herself.
"Third Soul Skill!"
As the crowd continued to gasp,
Zhou Yi unleashed her third Soul Skill. The Red Dragon Flame spread instantly, and her dragon body grew significantly stronger.
"Butterfly Goddess Light!"
Wang Dong unleashed her thousand-year second Soul Skill again, but when Butterfly Goddess Light struck Zhou Yi, it felt no stronger than a tickle.
The gap between a two-ring Battle Soul Master and a six-ring Soul Emperor was simply too great.
"Tsk!"
"You two little things think you can challenge the dignity of a Soul Emperor?!"
"Die!!"
Zhou Yi sneered,
as though she were looking at two ants.
"Jiang Yang, what do we do?"
"Should we run for now?!"
Wang Dong glanced back at Jiang Yang and spoke quickly.
"Heh—"
"Run? A nobody who can't even rank among Soul Emperors is supposed to make me run?"
Jiang Yang's words
immediately earned him a wave of eye-rolls.
Everyone was already used to his arrogance, but this was going too far, wasn't it?
"First Soul Skill—"
"Insightful Autumn!"
Jiang Yang gave a quiet shout, holding the Xuanyuan Sword horizontally in his right hand. In an instant, his eyes took in everything within three kilometers.
"Whoa?!"
With Jiang Yang's first Soul Skill boosting her, Wang Dong's perception had doubled once again.
Could a Soul Elder's first Soul Skill really do this?
"Parlor tricks!"
Zhou Yi unleashed her first and second Soul Skills again and charged.
But this time,
every movement of hers looked as slow as a crawling tortoise to Wang Dong.
She was moving countless times slower.
That let Wang Dong dodge Zhou Yi's attacks with ease.
"Is he... could he really be an auxiliary-type Soul Master?"
Someone said it.
Several people couldn't help swallowing nervously.
There was no helping it.
Jiang Yang had shocked them too many times.
They were more or less growing immune to it.
"Fine!"
"Dodge!!"
"Let's see you dodge this!!!"
"Fifth Soul Skill—"
"Dragon Blood Blazing!"
After being provoked again and again, Zhou Yi finally stopped holding back.
As the ten-thousand-year Soul Skill took effect,
her strength multiplied several times over.
Zhou Yi, who had looked as slow as a crawling tortoise to Wang Dong, suddenly sped up again.
"Cough—"
"Pfft!"
The next moment, Wang Dong, who had still been flying through the air, was sent hurtling over a hundred meters by Zhou Yi's punch, spitting blood.
"Now that you've lost that Power Attack System Soul Master helping you, let's see what you can do!"
Zhou Yi sneered and struck at Jiang Yang again.
But
Jiang Yang's face showed no trace of panic.
That only made Zhou Yi's expression even uglier.
"You're still pretending!"
"Let's see if you know how to be afraid!"
"Second Soul Skill—"
"Red Dragon Impact Cannon!"
With Zhou Yi's fifth Soul Skill boosting it, the Red Dragon Impact Cannon could now threaten even a Soul Emperor's life!
Yet
Jiang Yang remained completely calm.
He merely said, "Second Soul Skill—My Heart is Bright!"
It was a Soul Skill that amplified the power of other Soul Skills.
Under its effect, the power of Soul Skills with other attributes increased by 50%, while light-attribute Soul Skills gained a 100% boost. As for Ultimate Light, its power increased by a full 200%!
"Demon-Judging Sword!"
Jiang Yang raised his right hand and joined the index and middle fingers of his left hand, drawing them along the blade.
His boundless spiritual power and Soul Power surged toward the sword in an instant.
"What kind of Soul Skill is that?"
"Wait! That's not a Soul Skill. The Soul Rings on him aren't flashing!"
"Could it be?!"
"That's right! It really is a Self-Created Soul Skill! Jiang Yang is using a Self-Created Soul Skill!"
As everyone stared in shock, Dai Huabin, who had been watching the battle intently, spoke up again.
They were both three-ring Soul Elders.
Jiang Yang was so much stronger than him. So much stronger.
He hated to admit that he could lose so badly to someone his own age, so badly that he could only look up to him. But that was the truth.
No one could argue it away.
"Bang—"
As Jiang Yang thrust out his sword, the ancient blade erupted with brilliant golden holy light, its sun and moon patterns gleaming.
The Demon-Judging Profound Meaning surged forth, its vast sacred might sweeping in every direction. A fierce sword intent tore through the air, raising gale after gale.
The sword's force exceeded the limits of ordinary attacks by far. Bearing an unrivaled might that would pass judgment on all evil in the world, it cleaved straight toward Zhou Yi before him.
The sword light fell like a heavenly river, its overwhelming force pressing down from above. Its sacred edge sealed off every avenue of escape. Showing no mercy, it crashed down on her with terrifying power that towered over heaven and earth.
"BOOM—!!!!!!"
The Self-Created Soul Skill collided with Zhou Yi's fifth and second Soul Skills.
The entire area seemed to be swallowed by an endless barrage of cannon fire.
"Quick!"
"Get back!!"
The students didn't just stand there like fools. The moment they saw Jiang Yang gathering his sword intent, they had already wisely scattered.
Only a small group remained rooted to the spot, stunned. Now, others were shouting at them to run.
At the same time,
Xiao Xiao reached Wang Dong and gently helped her to her feet.
"Let go of me! I have to help Jiang Yang!"
"Oh, give it a rest. You'll only drain Jiang Yang's Soul Power if you go over there. Here, look. I'm not lying!"
As she spoke, Xiao Xiao placed Wang Dong's arm over her shoulder, then lifted her little chin and gestured for Wang Dong to look toward the battlefield.
And so,
Wang Dong fell silent.
"Fine—"
"Looks like I underestimated you!"
When the dust cleared, a thick killing intent gleamed in Zhou Yi's eyes.
It was the first time a student had ever left her in such a wretched state.
Her tight-fitting teacher's uniform had been blown to shreds.
Jiang Yang, by contrast, still looked utterly carefree, his left hand behind his back and the Xuanyuan Sword in his right.
Especially the calm in his eyes—it made her feel utterly humiliated.
"Huh? Why does Teacher Zhou look younger?!"
"My god! Could Jiang Yang's Soul Skill have the power to restore youth?!"
"I... I think I'm starting to like Teacher Zhou?"
"Shangguan Chentian, stop daydreaming about women. Careful, once she comes to her senses, she'll expel you on the spot!"
"What's wrong with your eyes? You call that beautiful? Have you never seen a woman before?"
"..."
The students' comments were like stinging bees, needling Zhou Yi's heart.
She had deliberately made herself look ugly because she thought she was beautiful. She was afraid that people who saw her real looks would fall in love with her, and that it would affect her so-called teaching quality.
And yet
now her students were calling her ugly?
All while she was failing to take down Jiang Yang, a new student.
In that moment,
the last of her reason was overwhelmed by rage.
"Sixth Soul Skill—"
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