Flender Loses His Left Arm, Shrek Welcomes Two One-Armed Soul Saints From This Moment On!

Flender, who had been about to reason with them, felt an oppressive aura surging from behind. He turned stiffly to find an old man staring at him with contempt, as if he were nothing more than an insignificant ant.

Flender naturally knew from Zhao Wuji that Lin Yan was backed by a Title Douluo, but as a gambler, he dared to bet that the Title Douluo was temporarily absent, hoping to quickly extract the truth about the thousand-year second Soul Ring from Lin Yan.

As the saying goes, high risk brings high rewards; the students of Shrek Academy were clinging to this wishful thinking, egged on by that reckless fool, Yu Xiaogang.

"Your... Your Excellency, I, I..." Flender was the type to bully the weak and fear the strong. Faced with the old man's suffocating gaze, he couldn't even string a complete sentence together.

The old man watched the speechless Flender, reached out to press down on his shoulder, and an invisible pressure instantly swept over him. With a loud thud, Flender was forced to his knees.

"You can't even speak clearly; are you really fit to be a headmaster?" the old man asked, looking down at Flender.

"I, I..." Flender was truly terrified to the point of tears. He knew all too well that for a Soul Saint like him to clash with a Title Douluo was like an egg hitting a rock—it would shatter upon contact.

He was already mentally calculating how to get the children out of here; if things continued like this, their lives would surely be forfeit.

Standing to the side, Dai Mubai and the others had lost all their arrogance and lowered their heads. Only these three remained, as Xiao Wu had felt unwell due to her fear of the Title Douluo and had been taken back to the dormitory by the other two girls.

The old man's withered fingers clamped onto Flender's shoulder like iron pincers. As his knuckles tightened, a crisp crack echoed through the air—the clear sound of bone fracturing—sending a bone-chilling cold through everyone present.

Flender shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. The agonizing pain made his vision go black, yet he gritted his teeth, refusing to let out a sound.

The old man's voice remained devoid of emotion, yet it carried an indisputable ruthlessness, as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "I am not an unreasonable man. Let's do this: that bear from last time had his right arm crippled by me. Today, you shall cripple your own left arm. How about that?"

Before the words had even faded, he seemed to feel that wasn't enough. He ground his fingers into Flender's shattered shoulder bone, watching the cold sweat bead on the man's forehead. A flicker of cold light passed through his eyes as he added, his tone filled with impatience and disdain: "Once you're done, take your group of useless students and get out of my sight. Don't be an eyesore."

"Very well..." Flender began to agree.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been holding Tang San, could no longer sit still. Seeing his dear brother about to lose an arm, he could no longer restrain himself. He stood up and pulled out the Martial Soul Hall token Tang Hao had given him: "I am an honorary elder of the Martial Soul Hall. Do you dare?"

The old man's figure flickered, leaving almost no afterimage, and he appeared directly in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Without a word, he backhanded Yu Xiaogang's wrist, his grip so powerful it threatened to crush the bone. Before Yu Xiaogang could react, the honorary elder token was snatched away.

The old man glanced at the token, his fingertips tracing the Martial Soul emblem. He then raised his eyes, his gaze piercing Yu Xiaogang's face like an ice pick. His mockery was undisguised: "A mere Soul Grand Master, daring to use this piece of junk to swindle people? An honorary elder of the Martial Soul Hall? If I said I was a patron of the Martial Soul Hall, would you believe me?"

Before the words were finished, a crisp crack rang out.

The token, forged from refined iron and high-grade wood—something an ordinary soul master could never damage—was crushed into a cloud of fine iron filings and wood dust by the old man's casual squeeze, raining down onto the ground.

When he looked up, the mockery in his eyes had turned into naked contempt, fixed squarely on Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang stood frozen, staring blankly at the hand that had just crushed the token, his face filled with disbelief, having completely forgotten the searing pain in his wrist.

"If you dare speak another word, I'll cripple you too." The old man's voice was low, yet it carried the unique pressure of a Title Douluo, weighing on Yu Xiaogang's heart like a boulder, cold and bone-deep.

Flender, kneeling on the ground, felt his heart sink.

He had expected that when Xiaogang produced the Martial Soul Hall token, even a Title Douluo would have to show some respect to the organization, and his left arm would be saved.

He never imagined this old man would be so reckless, ignoring the token and crushing it outright.

This was a token of the Martial Soul Hall!

Even a Title Douluo shouldn't be this bold, openly challenging the authority of the Martial Soul Hall!

Flender's heart plummeted; despair washed over him again, and his back was instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Standing to the side, Lin Yan watched curiously as Lin Tian crushed the token. He felt the guy was doing it on purpose; he could have just thrown the token away and slapped Yu Xiaogang, but he chose to crush it. Could it be that he wanted to replicate the token itself?

It seemed he would have to ask the guy when they returned to the hotel.

In the end, under the old man's gaze, Flender despairingly crippled his own left arm. His level 78 Soul Saint cultivation instantly dropped to level 76 the moment he lost the limb.

From this day on, both the headmaster and the vice-headmaster of Shrek Academy were one-armed Soul Saints.

"Get lost!" The old man watched Flender cripple himself and signaled that he could take his students and leave.

Hearing this, Flender felt as if he had been granted a reprieve. He immediately led his students and Xiaogang away from this place of despair. He never imagined that today would turn him into a one-armed Soul Saint just like Old Zhao!

He was filled with immense regret, but it was useless; everything had already happened.

Lin Yan watched the Shrek students fleeing like stray dogs and looked at the old man, complaining speechlessly: "You really have a twisted sense of humor."

"Tell me, wasn't it satisfying?" the old man countered.

Lin Yan was silent for a long moment before nodding: "It was alright."

"There you go." The old man seemed to sense something and said to Lin Yan: "It seems there is another guest. I'll let you handle this one; you're the best at dealing with their kind." With that, his figure vanished before Lin Yan.

Watching the elusive Lin Tian, Lin Yan, who had been about to ask who it was, could only keep his mouth shut and continue toward the hallway.

Soon, Lin Yan encountered the guest Lin Tian had mentioned: Ning Rongrong, the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The young girl wore a simple white dress that gave her a clean appearance. Her hair was cut in a neat, ear-length bob, and her skin was as supple as a lychee. With delicate features, a height of about 1.65 meters, and a well-proportioned figure, she carried an air of noble elegance, looking every bit the well-educated aristocratic girl.

Perhaps many would be overjoyed or even thrilled to have someone like Ning Rongrong seek them out, but Lin Yan was not; he felt only annoyance. He and Lin Tian were trying to lure Dugu Bo, not this person from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

It could be said that in this era, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was of no help to him or Lin Tian, and could essentially be ignored.

"Hello there, genius Lin Yan. Can we get to know each other?" Ning Rongrong's eyes curved into crescents, a perfectly measured smile playing on her lips. Her gaze rested gently on Lin Yan, her tone polite and filled with a girl's vivacity as she asked softly.

Lin Yan glanced at her without even a hint of pretense. His brows furrowed, and the impatience on his face was nearly ready to boil over.

"Drop the act. Speak your mind, Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect." His voice was cold and hard, his detachment undisguised. Clearly, he had no interest in Ning Rongrong and only hoped to dismiss her quickly to avoid wasting time.

Ning Rongrong had not expected Lin Yan's reaction to be so far beyond her expectations. The impatience on his face was overflowing, and she was filled with confusion and a touch of resentment: How could this guy be this impatient with me?

She suppressed her dissatisfaction and continued with a smile: "Genius Lin Yan, as the Young Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, may I be friends with you?"

"There's no need for that." Lin Yan didn't give Ning Rongrong any face at all. "You'd be better off playing with your rabble of friends; at the very least, you're more suited to them."

"Why is your mouth so foul, you jerk!" Ning Rongrong finally couldn't take it anymore and snapped back directly.

Lin Yan looked at the furious Ning Rongrong before him and countered, "Are you done?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Lin Yan, bewildered, not quite understanding the meaning behind those few words.

Watching Ning Rongrong standing there like a fool, Lin Yan covered his forehead and said bluntly, "My meaning is simple: now that you're done, you can get lost."

Ning Rongrong: "?"

As the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she had never encountered such an arrogant guy who dared to speak to her like that.

Not wanting to waste any more breath, she got straight to the point: "I want to buy the secret of how your second Soul Ring is a thousand-year Soul Ring. Speak! How much money?"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was never short on Gold Soul Coin, and Ning Rongrong felt she could easily buy the secret of this thousand-year second Soul Ring!

Hearing this, Lin Yan looked at Ning Rongrong as if she were an idiot. "Are we even close?" After saying that, he had no desire to continue wasting words on her; he walked past her, intending to leave.

Ning Rongrong finally lost her patience, turning around to glare angrily at Lin Yan's retreating back. "You bastard, do you really think having a Title Douluo behind you is enough to protect you? Do you believe that once you reach Heaven Dou City..."

Lin Yan, walking toward his room, didn't care at all and hadn't even heard her clearly. He returned to his room and shut the door, and that annoying voice finally vanished.

At this moment, Lin Tian had already shed his elderly disguise and was sitting there leisurely brewing tea. Seeing Lin Yan return, he smiled and asked, "How was it?"

"You really deserve to die!" Lin Yan looked at Lin Tian, who was brewing tea with such self-satisfied ease, and ultimately couldn't help but curse.

"Don't be angry." Lin Tian poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Lin Yan. "Finish this cup, and we'll prepare to leave."