Zhao Wuji's Overbearing Protection? Dai Mubai's Dog Bark? Huang Yan: I'll Burn Your Ancestors! (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Facing Ning Rongrong's enthusiasm, Huang Yan's gaze remained calm as he gave a slight shake of his head:

"Make friends?

Let's talk about that next time we meet."

After speaking, Huang Yan did not immediately walk away, but instead cast an imperceptible glance toward the second floor of the tavern.

Up there, he had long since sensed an extremely formidable aura of spirit power, one that was currently fluctuating violently.

He didn't need to guess to know it was definitely Zhao Wuji, who had been secretly following the Shrek group.

Huang Yan let out a cold snort in his heart.

Given Zhao Wuji's notoriously short-tempered and fiercely protective nature, seeing Dai Mubai and Oscar beaten into such a miserable state, there was no way he would let him leave so easily.

Sure enough.

Just as Huang Yan turned around and took his first step, "Boom!"

The wooden railing on the second floor instantly shattered, sending wood splinters flying everywhere.

A burly figure, as massive as a brown bear, descended with a violent gust of wind and slammed heavily onto the ground in front of Huang Yan.

The entire tavern floor shook violently from the impact.

"Kid, you've got a heavy hand!"

Zhao Wuji's face was full of rage as he stared fixedly at Huang Yan, his rough voice booming through the tavern like muffled thunder:

"You beat my Shrek students like this, and without even a word of explanation, you want to just walk away?

Do you take me for a piece of furniture!"

Huang Yan paused his steps, looking at the tower-like Zhao Wuji blocking his path; far from showing any fear, he let out a mocking sneer.

"An explanation?"

Huang Yan looked Zhao Wuji straight in the eye, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"You've been hiding upstairs watching from the very beginning, haven't you?

Since you have eyes, you should be very clear about who provoked whom first."

He paused, his voice growing increasingly cold and biting:

"And who is it that treats the ridiculous, trashy theory of 'those who dare not cause trouble are mediocrities' as their golden rule?

Who was the one to strike first?"

"Now that your students have been beaten because their skills were inferior, you, the teacher, are jumping out to demand an explanation?"

Faced with Huang Yan's logical and well-founded questioning, Zhao Wuji merely scoffed, his rugged face full of disdain.

"Spare me that useless nonsense!"

Zhao Wuji squeezed his sandbag-sized fists, his knuckles popping like firecrackers, and snorted righteously:

"Isn't it just because you rely on your strength being greater than Mubai and the others that you dare to be so unscrupulous in hurting people?"

Zhao Wuji took a sudden step forward, releasing his violent spirit power pressure without the slightest restraint.

It surged toward Huang Yan like the weight of Mount Tai:

"Since you think that whoever has the bigger fist can lecture others at will, well, my fist is bigger than yours right now!

Why shouldn't I be allowed to do the same?"

"Today, I'm bullying the young with my seniority, so what are you going to do about it!"

Upon hearing this, Huang Yan did not retreat; instead, he let out an incredibly arrogant sneer.

With the formidable foundation of his dual ultimate attributes, coupled with the near-perverted amplification effects of his first and second spirit skills, and the top-tier bloodline of his Bright Phoenix spirit, along with the blessing of his two domains...

If he were to go all out without reservation, beating the living daylights out of a mere Zhao Wuji would be an absolute breeze!

Since Zhao Wuji had pushed things to this point, Huang Yan naturally wasn't about to play the coward.

"Bullying the young?

Might makes right?"

The corners of Huang Yan's mouth curled into a defiant arc, his eyes sharp as blades as he stared back at Zhao Wuji without yielding:

"Fine!

Since you're so fond of talking about fists, let's clash today!

I'd like to see whose fist is truly bigger!"

Huang Yan lifted his chin slightly, brilliant golden flames faintly shimmering over his body, his tone icy and arrogant:

"However, I'll say the ugly part upfront.

Old Blind Bear, if you end up with your teeth scattered all over the floor later, don't blame me for not respecting the elderly or caring for the young!

If you follow in the footsteps of those two pieces of trash, you will truly have brought total disgrace to Shrek Academy!"

On the other side, Oscar endured the excruciating pain, trembling as he summoned two Recovery Sausages.

He struggled to swallow one himself, and the charred wounds in his mouth finally began to stabilize.

Afterward, he crawled over to Dai Mubai and shoved the other sausage into Dai Mubai's swollen mouth.

Under the medicinal power of the sausage, the unconscious Dai Mubai managed to open his eyes.

When he saw the situation before him, especially Zhao Wuji standing in front, a monstrous hatred erupted in the depths of his eyes.

"Teacher Zhao... cripple him!"

Dai Mubai stared fixedly at Huang Yan, shrieking hysterically, his voice whistling through his broken teeth:

"You must cripple this brat!

I want him to wish he were dead!"

Hearing this, Huang Yan swept a cold gaze toward the prone Dai Mubai, a dangerous glint of frost flashing in his eyes:

"It seems the punishment I gave you earlier was too light, as you still have the strength to bark here."

Before the words had even faded, Huang Yan flicked his finger.

"Whoosh--!"

A tiny golden flame, no larger than a fingernail but radiating a terrifyingly high temperature, instantly shot out.

The golden streak was as fast as lightning, carrying a suffocating, scorching aura.

Even Zhao Wuji, who was standing right there, didn't have time to intervene.

It struck with pinpoint accuracy, attaching itself directly to the crotch of Dai Mubai's pants!

"Ah--!!!"

A scream, a hundred times more shrill than Oscar's earlier, instantly echoed throughout the tavern.

Dai Mubai clutched his crotch with both hands, rolling and convulsing on the ground like a boiled shrimp.

The golden flame looked weak, yet it clung like a maggot to a bone.

It instantly burned through Dai Mubai's clothing.

The charred stench of flesh being roasted by the extreme heat permeated the air once again.

"Fire!

Put it out!

My... ah!!

Help!!"

Dai Mubai was in such agony that his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets; his voice had completely changed, filled with despair and terror.

"Mubai!"

Tang San was shocked, lunging forward and channeling his Mysterious Heaven Skill, attempting to use his internal energy to extinguish the golden fire.

However, the moment his palm drew near, a terrifying, scorching heat surged back at him.

"Hiss--!"

Tang San recoiled as if electrocuted, his palm already bright red and blistered, shouting in horror:

"It's no use!

This flame is extremely bizarre; the temperature is too high, it can't be extinguished!"

Oscar, standing to the side, was completely terrified; his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, scrambling backward.

He was deathly afraid that a speck of that golden fire might touch him.

"You bastard!

You're courting death!!!"

Watching helplessly as Dai Mubai was "crippled" right in front of him, Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly bloodshot as he flew into a complete rage.

"Boom--!"

Violent, peerless soul power erupted from Zhao Wuji's body like a volcanic eruption.

Seven dazzling soul rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—instantly rose from beneath his feet.

With his Vajra Bear Martial Soul Possession, Zhao Wuji's already burly frame expanded further, his entire body radiating a suffocating, terrifying pressure.

"You dare to cripple my student right in front of me!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were blood-red as he locked onto Huang Yan, his voice sounding as if it were being squeezed through his teeth:

"Even if the King of Heaven himself came down today, he couldn't save you!

I am going to crush every inch of your bones!"

Facing Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint who had unleashed his full firepower, Huang Yan merely picked at his ear with an air of indifference.

Without even sparing a glance at Dai Mubai, who was rolling on the ground, he sneered:

"If he can't control his lower half, I'm just being merciful by physically severing the root for him.

Is there really any need to make such a racket?"

Following this, Huang Yan raised his eyes, fixing his gaze directly upon the furious Zhao Wuji, the corners of his mouth curling into an arc of extreme arrogance:

"You want to crush my bones?

Just with your clumsy bear self?"

"Enough talk, let's get to it!

Let me see if you, this so-called Immovable Wisdom King, are actually resistant to being burned!"

(I've posted an extra chapter today, over 6,200 words!

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Dai Mubai's manhood has been directly crippled; which part of Oscar should I ruin tomorrow?)