Zhao Wuji's Overbearing Protection? Dai Mubai's Dog Barking? Huang Yan: I'll Burn Off Your Heirlooms! (Please Keep Reading)

Facing Ning Rongrong's enthusiasm, Huang Yan remained calm and merely shook his head slightly:

"Make friends?

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

After speaking, Huang Yan didn't immediately move. Instead, he cast an almost imperceptible glance toward the tavern's second floor.

There, he had long since sensed an immensely powerful Soul Power aura, one that was currently fluctuating violently.

There was no need to guess. It had to be Zhao Wuji, who had been secretly following the people from Shrek Academy.

Huang Yan sneered inwardly.

With Zhao Wuji's extremely overprotective and hot-tempered nature,

there was no way he would let Huang Yan leave so easily after watching Dai Mubai and Oscar get beaten into such a sorry state.

Sure enough.

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

"Boom!"

The wooden railing on the second floor exploded, sending splinters flying.

A burly figure, as imposing as a brown bear, came crashing down in front of Huang Yan amid a violent gust of wind.

The entire tavern floor shuddered violently.

"Kid, you hit pretty hard!"

Zhao Wuji glared furiously at Huang Yan, his coarse voice booming through the tavern like muffled thunder:

"You beat my students from Shrek into this state, and now you want to just turn around and walk away without even explaining yourself?

Do you take me for a decoration?"

Huang Yan stopped. Looking at Zhao Wuji, who stood before him like an iron tower, he showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he let out a derisive laugh.

"An explanation?"

Huang Yan met Zhao Wuji's gaze, his tone full of scorn:

"You were hiding upstairs watching from the very beginning, weren't you?

Since you've got eyes, you should know perfectly well who provoked whom first."

He paused, his voice growing icily cold:

"And who was it that treated the ridiculous trash theory of 'Anyone afraid of trouble is a good-for-nothing' as gospel?

And who struck first?"

"Now your students got beaten because they were weaker, and you, their teacher, jump out demanding an explanation?"

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

"Don't waste your breath spouting useless nonsense!"

Zhao Wuji flexed his enormous fists. His knuckles cracked like popping beans as he snorted self-righteously:

"You only dared to hurt people so recklessly because you're stronger than Mu Bai and the others, didn't you?"

Zhao Wuji suddenly took a step forward, releasing his violent Soul Power pressure without the slightest restraint.

It surged toward Huang Yan like Mount Tai bearing down on him:

"Since you think having a bigger fist means you can teach people a lesson whenever you want, then right now, my fist is bigger than yours!

Why can't I do the same?"

"Today, I'm bullying someone weaker than me. What can you do about it?"

Huang Yan didn't back down at Zhao Wuji's words. Instead, he let out an extremely arrogant laugh.

With the powerful foundation of his dual Ultimate Attributes,

the abnormal amplification effects of his first and second Soul Skills,

the top-tier bloodline of his Bright Phoenix Martial Soul, and the support of his two domains...

If he went all out without holding anything back, beating up a mere Zhao Wuji would be a piece of cake!

Since Zhao Wuji had taken things this far, Huang Yan certainly wasn't going to be a coward and tuck his tail between his legs.

"Bullying someone weaker?

A bigger fist makes you right?"

Huang Yan's lips curled into a defiant smile. His gaze was as sharp as a blade as he met Zhao Wuji's eyes without yielding:

"Fine!

Since you love talking about fists so much, let's see whose fist is bigger today!

I'd like to find out whose hits harder!"

Huang Yan lifted his chin slightly. A brilliant golden flame shimmered faintly around him, and his tone was cold and arrogant:

"But I'll make this clear first.

Old Blind Bear, if I beat you until you're crawling around on the ground with your teeth knocked out, don't blame me for failing to respect my elders!

If you follow in the footsteps of those two pieces of trash, you'll have truly brought shame upon Shrek Academy!"

On the other side, Oscar endured the pain and shakily summoned two Recovery Sausages.

He struggled to swallow one himself, and the burnt injuries in his mouth finally eased a little.

Then he crawled over to Dai Mubai and shoved the other sausage into his swollen mouth.

Under the sausage's medicinal effects, Dai Mubai, who had passed out, managed to open his eyes.

When he took in the situation before him, especially Zhao Wuji standing in front of Huang Yan, a sky-high hatred burst forth in his eyes.

"Teacher Zhao... cripple him!"

Dai Mubai glared at Huang Yan and screamed hysterically, his voice hoarse and shrill:

"You have to cripple that bastard!

I want him to wish he were dead!"

At Dai Mubai's words, Huang Yan's gaze swept coldly toward him where he lay on the ground. A dangerous glint flashed in his eyes:

"Looks like your punishment just now was too light. You've still got enough strength to bark like a dog."

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

"Whoosh—!"

A golden flame no larger than a fingernail shot from his hand, radiating a terrifying heat.

The golden streak was as fast as lightning, trailing a scorching heat that made it hard to breathe.

Even Zhao Wuji, who was right beside him, didn't have time to intervene.

It landed with pinpoint accuracy, directly on Dai Mubai's crotch!

"Ah—!!!"

A scream a hundred times more pitiful than Oscar's earlier one rang through the entire tavern.

Dai Mubai clutched his crotch with both hands and rolled and writhed across the ground like a boiled prawn, twitching violently.

The golden flame seemed faint, yet it clung like a curse.

It burned through Dai Mubai's clothes in an instant.

The stench of flesh charred by extreme heat filled the air once more.

"Fire!

Put out the fire!

My... Ah!!

Help!!"

Dai Mubai was in so much pain his eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. His voice had gone completely out of tune, filled with despair and fear.

"Mu Bai!"

Tang San was horrified. He lunged forward and activated his Mysterious Heaven Skill, trying to extinguish the golden flame with his internal energy.

But the moment his palm drew near, a terrifying heat struck back at him.

"Hiss—!"

Tang San snatched his hand back as if electrocuted. His palm was already red and blistered, and he shouted in alarm:

"No good!

This flame is extremely strange. It's too hot—we can't put it out!"

Oscar was completely dumbstruck. His legs gave way, and he slumped to the ground before scrambling backward on all fours.

He was terrified that even a spark of the golden flame might touch him.

"You bastard!

You're asking for death!!!"

Watching Dai Mubai get crippled right before his eyes, Zhao Wuji's eyes instantly filled with blood, and he flew into a complete rage.

"Boom—!"

Violent, unparalleled Soul Power surged skyward from Zhao Wuji's body like a volcanic eruption.

Seven dazzling Spirit Rings—

yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black—rose from beneath his feet in an instant.

The Vajra Bear possessed Zhao Wuji. His already imposing frame swelled further, and a terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe radiated from him.

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

Zhao Wuji's eyes were bloodshot as he fixed them on Huang Yan. His voice seemed to squeeze through clenched teeth:

"Even the King of Heaven couldn't save you today!

I'll crush every bone in your body, inch by inch!"

Facing the Soul Saint Zhao Wuji, who had unleashed his full strength, Huang Yan merely picked at his ear nonchalantly.

He didn't even glance at Dai Mubai, who was writhing on the ground, and sneered:

"If he can't keep his lower half in check, I'm just doing him a kindness by physically cutting off his roots.

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

Then Huang Yan lifted his gaze and stared at the enraged Zhao Wuji, the corner of his mouth curling into an utterly arrogant smile:

"You want to crush my bones?

With those skills, you clumsy bear?"

"Enough talk. Come at me!

Let's see if you so-called Immovable Wisdom King can stand the heat!"