Meeting the Eyes of the Heavenly Being!

The students of Shrek Academy, including Tang San, stared at Qin Ming with curiosity.

Noticing Zhao Wuji's body stiffen, they followed the teacher's gaze and saw the guy who had made their teeth ache with hatred the night before.

Lin Yan!

Facing the gazes of the group, Lin Yan did not shy away. He stepped forward, glanced at Zhao Wuji's missing right arm, and quipped, "Teacher Zhao, it seems you've already adapted to life without a right arm."

Hearing these words from Lin Yan, the fury and resentment in Zhao Wuji's chest nearly boiled over, but he dared only let the ferocity in his eyes flash for a split second.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his humiliation, and plastered a fawning, servile smile on his face. His tone dropped low, carrying a hint of deliberate ingratiation: "Young Master Lin Yan, what happened that day was indeed my fault. I was muddled and lost my sense of propriety. I hope you can be magnanimous, sir, and not hold it against me or the children."

Qin Ming and the members of the Imperial Fighting Team watched this scene with countless question marks appearing over their heads. At this moment, they had only one doubt: Lin Yan and this group definitely had a major conflict.

As the teacher of the Imperial Fighting Team, and considering his recent attempt to recruit Lin Yan, Qin Ming couldn't help but ask: "Lin Yan, is there some misunderstanding between you and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji?"

"Misunderstanding?" Upon hearing this, Lin Yan's gaze slowly landed on the group of Shrek members behind Zhao Wuji who were glaring at him viciously. "A bunch of trash who only know how to bully the weak and fear the strong. I was just teaching them a lesson, and this Zhao Wuji started playing the protector. The old guy behind me had no choice but to step in and cripple his right arm. You tell me, was it deserved?"

Lin Tian, hiding in the shadows: "..."

Hearing Lin Yan say this, he felt like this guy had somehow insulted him in the process.

"You damn bastard!" Hearing Lin Yan's words, Tang San stood out in anger once again. He was a genius with Twin Martial Souls, the rarest talent on the Douluo Continent according to his teacher.

As a reincarnator, he was a Tang Sect disciple determined to revive the Tang Sect on the Douluo Continent; his pride did not allow anyone to call him trash.

Watching Tang San's angry appearance, Lin Yan said unceremoniously: "Trash Blue Silver Grass, do you have an opinion?"

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass had not awakened the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline; it could be called the trash of trash, and reaching even level forty was likely his limit. Without the bloodline awakening, this guy would truly be stuck at the Soul Ancestor level.

The unawakened Blue Silver Grass bloodline indirectly caused his Clear Sky Hammer to be unable to absorb soul rings, but Grandmaster was truly Grandmaster—he actually knew how to ruin a genius.

"You have no idea how talented I am!"

"Then besides your Blue Silver Grass, what other talent do you have?" Lin Yan asked, looking at Tang San with a playful heart.

"I, I..." Tang San desperately wanted to reveal that he possessed Twin Martial Souls, but as the words reached his lips, he remembered the warnings of his teacher and father, and ultimately suppressed his anger. "You are simply short-sighted."

"Heh~" Lin Yan laughed directly upon hearing this. "Trash is trash. When you can't say anything, you just bark like a dog. It feels like a waste of breath just talking to you."

As soon as these words fell, Tang San's suppressed fury erupted completely. He quickly pulled out the Godly Zhuge Crossbow and aimed it at Lin Yan, his eyes filled with ferocity as he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go to hell!"

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically, and he rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late. Tang San pulled the trigger, and dozens of poisoned crossbow bolts whistled toward Lin Yan's face with such force that no one could react in time.

Lin Yan remained calm. The air around him distorted, and a scorching heatwave swept out, causing the temperature to soar.

The moment the bolts came within three feet of him, they melted into molten iron under Tang San's shocked gaze, dripping onto the ground and sparking.

Tang San had never seen such a sight. His hand holding the crossbow trembled, filled with doubt: "What exactly is this guy's martial soul? Why does he have such terrifying flame power?"

Tang San was distracted for only an instant before Lin Yan teleported in front of him, his cold hand precisely gripping his throat and lifting him up.

With his feet off the ground and struggling to breathe, Tang San could only claw at Lin Yan's hand in vain.

Lin Yan's eyes were filled with killing intent, his grip tightening as he spoke in a bone-chilling tone: "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?" His words were a naked warning.

Seeing this, Zhao Wuji rushed forward, truly terrified that Lin Yan would kill Tang San: "Young Master Lin, it's all a misunderstanding. This child's personality is just like this. Please, be magnanimous and let him go."

At this moment, he regretted coming out to buy medicine more than anything. Both Tang San and Lin Yan had a Title Douluo behind them!

Seeing this, Qin Ming also stepped forward to persuade: "Student Lin Yan, calm down, please calm down."

Lin Yan ignored the words of Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming, his gaze locked firmly on Tang San.

He applied just a little more pressure, and a bone-piercing chill swept out like a tidal wave, precisely enveloping him. The chill was wrapped in undisguised ferocity and warning.

It was as if it were silently declaring that if he dared to kill Tang San, the next second would be the end of Lin Yan himself.

Lin Tian, in the shadows, naturally sensed it and immediately transmitted his voice: "Lin Yan, you bastard, calm down. Don't take it too far."

He was truly afraid that Lin Yan would go too far and strangle Tang San to death, which would likely cause this timeline to collapse completely.

Positional factors and the butterfly effect would all develop in an uncontrollable direction.

Then he and Lin Yan would be completely finished, unable to help the main body or return to it.

Lin Yan naturally heard Lin Tian's words. He looked at Tang San, whom he was still holding by the throat, and finally tossed him away like trash.

Bang!

Tang San was slammed hard into a nearby latrine by Lin Yan. Filth instantly submerged most of his body, his aura weakened instantly, and his life hung in the balance.

No one knew that this latrine was a spot Lin Yan had specifically chosen for Tang San. He had never intended to actually take Tang San's life; doing this was merely to verify a question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time.

Lin Yan didn't look at Tang San or the others, but instead raised his head, his gaze fixed straight toward a certain direction in the sky.

In the God Realm, within the Asura God Temple, the Asura God withdrew his gaze. If he hadn't issued a warning just now, the successor he had worked so hard to select would have been gone.

When the Asura God looked down at the Douluo Continent again, he happened to meet the sharp gaze Lin Yan directed at the sky. Without warning, without buffer, one above and one below, one god and one human, two gazes collided suddenly in the void.

He was stunned for a moment.

A few seconds later, the Asura God slowly regained his senses, staring intently at this genius who had popped out of nowhere. Soon, he saw the other party withdraw his gaze, as if he had never looked at him at all, merely glancing at the sky casually.

"An illusion?" The Asura God looked at Lin Yan's back, muttering to himself. In the end, he didn't care about this ant, Lin Yan, and focused his gaze back on his successor.

Watching Tang San being fished out by Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming, covered in excrement, he immediately withdrew his gaze and complained: "This successor, absolutely disgusting!"

Lin Yan withdrew his gaze from the sky. He walked directly to Dugu Yan and said: "Student Dugu Yan, I would like to meet your grandfather, Dugu Bo."

Dugu Yan: "?"