Who Told You to Interfere?!

"No... I won't admit defeat!"

Huo Yuhao clenched his teeth and forced out those words.

At that moment, within the Sea of Spirit, Huo Yuhao frantically called out to the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm.

"Brother Sky Dream, quickly unseal your Spiritual Origin. We still have a chance!"

"Sigh, little Yuhao, just admit defeat... There are too many people watching here. If I use my origin, someone will definitely notice!"

The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm, who had been playing dead for ages, spoke helplessly.

"No! As long as I can defeat Long Yaochen and take back everything that belongs to me, Shrek won't do anything to me!" Huo Yuhao refused to relent.

But how could Long Yaochen possibly give him time to discuss things slowly?

He merely looked at Huo Yuhao indifferently. The Spear of No Darkness in his palm had already become so bright that no one could look directly at it.

The next instant.

He leaned back, raising the Spear of No Darkness toward Huo Yuhao once more.

The Sacred Light Fire condensed within it was even denser than before.

"Not good!"

In the stands, Yan Shaozhe's expression changed when he sensed that something was wrong.

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly vanished from the stands.

The next moment, the Spear of No Darkness tore through the air.

The spear seemed to transform into a Blazing Golden White Dragon in midair, charging straight toward Huo Yuhao.

Boom—!

Before the blazing white light exploded, a white figure stood in front of Huo Yuhao.

Yan Shaozhe pressed down with one hand. His formidable Soul Power formed a barrier, forcibly suppressing the explosion of the Spear of No Darkness before his palm.

Feeling the extreme elements constantly battering against his hand, his expression shifted slightly.

A Quasi-God-tier Martial Soul was already this outrageous. He did not dare imagine how terrifying a true God-tier Martial Soul would be.

With a gentle motion, he completely suppressed the violent elements. The residual light and fire spread outward, making the entire Soul Fighting Platform tremble faintly.

When the light faded, Yan Shaozhe stood before Huo Yuhao, his expression somewhat solemn.

Only then did the referee seem to recover his senses and hurriedly announce, "The winner has been decided!"

But before he could finish, Huo Yuhao's roar interrupted him.

"Who are you?! Did I say I surrendered?!

Who told you to interfere?! I still haven't used my trump card!"

Huo Yuhao's hoarse voice plunged the entire Soul Fighting Zone into complete silence.

What was this guy even talking about?

Had Long Yaochen knocked him in the head?

That thought instinctively surfaced in the minds of nearly every upperclassman.

Some freshmen, unable to make sense of it, subconsciously asked those beside them, "Who is that person? He's so strong?!"

"Kid, did you just come down from the mountains? You don't even recognize the dean of Shrek Academy?" The upperclassman beside him rolled his eyes.

"It's over..."

Within the Sea of Spirit, Old Tang sighed soundlessly.

In order to better control Huo Yuhao, he had placed quite a few Spiritual Imprints on him over the past few months, amplifying his personality flaws.

But he had never expected that it was one thing for him to be unable to defeat Long Yaochen, yet he would actually...

At this point, he seriously suspected that the consciousness of the Douluo Plane had deliberately given him a fake Child of Destiny.

He needed to find a way to send this kid to the Clear Sky Sect...

Long Yaochen had already withdrawn his Martial Soul.

However, after continuously using his Martial Soul at high intensity in such a short time, he had suffered considerable erosion from Divinity.

The cold golden gleam in his eyes had yet to fully fade.

He looked at Huo Yuhao with a strange expression.

He had not even hit the other guy in the head, had he?

Did Huo Yuhao really think a Super Douluo like Yan Shaozhe was easy to talk to?

Sure enough, the upward curve at the corner of Yan Shaozhe's mouth, which had been ready to announce the result with a smile, paused before slowly disappearing.

He quietly glanced at Huo Yuhao without saying anything more.

As the dean of the Martial Soul Department, he could not be bothered to argue with a child on the spot.

If a student refused to behave, he had plenty of ways to deal with him.

That glance instantly left Huo Yuhao speechless, and his previous stubbornness vanished.

Seeing that he had settled down, Yan Shaozhe withdrew his gaze, swept his eyes across the entire Soul Fighting Zone, and announced in a clear voice, "The champions of this Freshman Assessment are—Freshman Class One, Long Yaochen!"

Before his words had even faded, thunderous applause erupted across the arena, followed by an explosion of discussion.

"Too terrifying... Is there anyone in the Outer Court who can beat that freak?"

"Sigh, he's only a first-year student!"

"Don't forget, there's also a Soul Bone..."

"This is a reward that teacher personally prepared for you from his little treasury."

The smile on Yan Shaozhe's face was gentler than usual as he casually handed Long Yaochen an exquisite red cloth pouch.

Without comparison, there was no harm.

Some people lacked strength, yet they were the loudest ones.

Long Yaochen reached out to accept it. The instant it landed in his hand, he sensed an incredibly dense aura of light.

Before he could ask, Yan Shaozhe spoke again. "The Light Demon-Breaking Right Arm Bone. It's teacher's private collection, and it happens to suit your attributes. He believes it contains an offensive soul skill."

As he spoke, he shook his head. "The academy originally prepared another Soul Bone. But teacher thought this one suited you better, so he had me exchange it."

Who exactly was the old man's disciple?

I had never seen that old man be this generous before... So his old "lover" really mattered more!

Yan Shaozhe grumbled inwardly.

Long Yaochen looked at the Soul Bone in his hand, his gaze flickering.

At that moment, he felt deeply conflicted.

As a transmigrator, he naturally knew the effects of this Soul Bone.

To be honest, its effects were quite good, and it suited him very well.

That old man Mu En truly had a sharp eye.

But the problem was whether this light-attributed Soul Bone would disrupt the Martial Soul balance he was barely maintaining.

With that thought, he forcibly suppressed the urge in his heart.

The timing was not right. He would ask Elder Yi after he returned.

"Thank you, Dean Yan. Thank you, Elder Mu. Then I won't stand on ceremony."

As Long Yaochen spoke, he stuffed the Soul Bone into his storage Soul Tool.

"You brat..." Yan Shaozhe chuckled and shook his head.

Just then, Qian Duoduo walked over as well. The moment he saw Long Yaochen, he said, "Kid, shouldn't you thank me too? I'm making you a core disciple of the Soul Tool Department."

"Qian Duoduo!" Yan Shaozhe instantly lost his composure upon hearing that.

Wasn't the wager supposed to involve choosing someone suitable from the other team?

Why was he directly taking Long Yaochen away?

"I'm sorry, Dean Qian. I'm not interested in Soul Tools." Long Yaochen decisively refused.

The Soul Tools of this era were practically nothing but toys.

Making him study such things would simply be a waste of time.

"Fine, fine. You two really know how to hurt people." Qian Duoduo sighed and shook his head.

Why was their Soul Tool Department so unpopular?

It was not that he insisted on making a fool of himself by asking Long Yaochen again.

It was just that he really did not want Huo Yuhao...

Oh well, having something was better than having nothing.

He would toss him to Fan Yu. At least he was from the spiritual attribute line.

With that thought, Qian Duoduo said:

"I seem to still owe you a favor, kid. Remember to tell me if you need anything.

I said last time that I would prepare something for you, but that girl Xiaotao beat me to it."

"Got it!"

Long Yaochen had already walked far away. Without looking back, he waved and shouted.

He was going to find Wang Dong, who had just crawled out of a crater looking dusty and disheveled.

This time, he absolutely had to mock her mercilessly.

Watching everyone around him laugh and celebrate as though they had completely treated him, the morning's winner, as thin air, Huo Yuhao's face turned pale and livid.

A thought rose in his heart.

He suddenly did not want to remain at Shrek anymore.

He wanted to take his talent somewhere else...