Dark Iron Flying Shield

The angry expression on Wang Zhong's face instantly shifted to one of respect.

"Heh, forgive my blindness for failing to recognize a person of stature. May I ask which faction you represent?"

Wang Zhong respectfully handed the third-grade token to Li Han, his face plastered with a fawning smile.

The third-grade token was issued by Martial Soul Hall; its holder was judged not by strength, but purely by background.

Even for the Wang Clan, obtaining a third-grade token was no easy feat.

Although he did not yet know the identity of the visitor, Wang Zhong was certain that this person was no ordinary individual.

He was likely someone the Wang Clan could not afford to offend.

Li Han took the token and sat on a chair to the side.

Such a dismissive attitude caused the rest of the Wang Clan members to seethe with anger.

"What kind of attitude is that!"

Wang Lang shouted furiously.

"Hmm?"

Li Han let out a soft hum, and a powerful divine sense instantly surged toward Wang Lang!

It was a method of attack distinct from soul power—a mental suppression. With Li Han's current divine sense, he was comparable to a Soul Ancestor who specialized in mental attacks.

Caught completely off guard, Wang Lang felt as if his brain had been struck by a heavy hammer; a wave of dizziness slammed into him!

Wang Lang stumbled and collapsed onto a nearby chair, unable to recover his senses for a long time.

Seeing this, everyone looked at Li Han in shock.

"Lang'er!"

Wang Zhong exclaimed.

With such terrifying mental power, it was clear that the visitor's cultivation was by no means inferior to his own.

Who on earth was this?

Li Han remained unhurried, speaking in a soft voice.

"Your son is quite foolish, daring to question This Seat. It is truly laughable."

His voice was low, filled with disdain and mockery.

"Sir! My son may lack manners, but is it not beneath you to strike at a junior like this?"

"Are you questioning me?"

As the words fell, Li Han's divine sense surged toward Wang Zhong.

Wang Zhong immediately felt the terrifying pressure that Wang Lang had just endured.

However, he was not Wang Lang. Although he did not specialize in mental power, his strength as a Soul Ancestor allowed him to withstand the mental shock.

Even so, he felt the weight of that oppression.

"I dare not! But you came here directly without stating your business and immediately resorted to violence. Even if my Wang Clan is only a family of barons, we cannot allow ourselves to be bullied!"

A fierce glint flashed in Wang Zhong's eyes, his temper rising.

"Oh? So you require a reason to bully others? I had assumed you simply struck whenever you felt like it."

Li Han sneered, his right fingers tapping slowly against the table.

"Speak your mind, sir!"

"Very well! Wang Yue was beaten unconscious and sent back, wasn't he? I assume you are planning to go after those two, correct?"

Wang Zhong's pupils constricted, his face showing surprise.

"Are you here for those two commoner soul masters?"

"Correct. One of them is my student. The other is my student's friend. He is also quite talented, so I intend to take him on as a registered disciple. Therefore, if your Wang Clan still wishes to cause them trouble, I, as their teacher, will take it upon myself to handle you."

"Sir! Today, they were the ones who injured my son first..."

Before Wang Zhong could finish, Li Han interrupted him.

"That sounds rather childish. Does the right or wrong of the matter actually matter to you? Regardless of whether justice is on your side, weren't you planning to stand up for Wang Yue anyway? Wang Sheng was bullied for a year, yet I never saw you uphold justice then. So, what is the point of debating right and wrong?"

Just tell me how to resolve this matter.

Skip the meaningless formalities.

Wang Zhong's expression darkened.

While that was true, saying it so bluntly made things quite awkward for him.

Besides, the script wasn't going according to plan.

Usually, they were the ones pressuring others with their influence; how had the tables turned today?

And all because of two commoners.

Wang Zhong felt displeased, but considering the other party's status, he had no choice but to suppress his anger.

"Since Your Excellency insists on standing up for them, the Wang Clan will not pursue the matter further.

However, if we just let it go like this, the Wang Clan will have nowhere to save face.

How about this: if Your Excellency can block my fourth Martial Soul skill, we shall call it even.

In the future, I will also keep Yue'er in check and ensure he never troubles that person again, how about that?

But if Your Excellency cannot block it, then please bring those two over to offer a formal apology!"

"Oh? That sounds quite interesting."

Li Han's eyebrows arched slightly; he knew Wang Zhong was trying to test his strength.

If he lost, backing down would be a logical conclusion.

But if he won, he could reclaim his lost face.

"Does Your Excellency agree or not?"

"How could I refuse such an interesting proposal?

I'll even offer you a bonus: I won't use any Martial Soul skills to receive your fourth skill, how about that?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was incensed by Li Han's arrogance.

The fourth Martial Soul skill was the strongest strike of a Soul Ancestor; even a Soul King wouldn't dare claim they could take it without using a skill of their own.

For Li Han to say this, he was either incredibly arrogant or possessed absolute strength.

Regardless of the case, these words showed zero respect for the Wang Clan.

"You are looking down on me far too much!"

Wang Zhong roared.

Judging by his spiritual power, the man was merely a Soul Ancestor; how dared he be so dismissive?

"Enough talk, let's begin.

My time is precious, and I have no interest in wasting it here."

Li Han stood up, his tone quite impatient.

"Fine! I'll see just how much weight you really carry!"

Wang Zhong let out an angry shout and immediately activated his Martial Soul.

"Gray Wolf Possession!"

Two yellow and two purple soul rings emerged from Wang Zhong's body, and at the same time, the fourth soul ring lit up.

"Fourth Martial Soul skill! Gray Wolf Howling Moon Wave!"

Wang Zhong opened his mouth and spat out a blast of energy, as terrifying soul power condensed into a wave and roared toward Li Han.

Li Han remained fearless, waving his right hand to summon a shield.

"Dark Iron Flying Shield!"

This was the Martial Soul shield transformed from the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo, its entire body as black as ink.

Li Han gripped the Dark Iron Flying Shield with both hands, blocking the incoming gray energy wave.

BOOM!

The cyan energy wave actually scattered to both sides upon striking the Dark Iron Flying Shield.

Protected by the Dark Iron Flying Shield, Li Han remained completely unscathed.

"How is this possible? He only summoned his Martial Soul without using any skills; how could he block my fourth Martial Soul skill?

What kind of Martial Soul is this? To have such powerful defensive capabilities?"

Wang Zhong was shocked, but what terrified him even more was what happened next.

"It seems Your Excellency hasn't eaten enough. This fourth Martial Soul skill is so feeble!

If this is all there is, it's quite boring. Why don't you try taking a punch from me!"

As he spoke, Li Han slammed a fist into the Dark Iron Flying Shield in front of him.

The Elephant Armor Skill, only one step away from the ninth level, erupted with full force!

BOOM!

The immense force acted upon the Dark Iron Flying Shield, which then surged forward with overwhelming power, dispersing the Gray Wolf Howling Moon Wave and slamming heavily into Wang Zhong.

BANG!

Wang Zhong was sent flying by the Dark Iron Flying Shield, crashing into the wall as he spat out a mouthful of blood!