Imperial Sword Shows Its Might

Buzz!

A pair of blue butterfly wings instantly spread open. The colors at the tips of the forewings shifted continuously from deep blue to azure to pale blue, while the entire wingspan resembled a string of brilliant halos set against a blue sky.

The wings looked like white waves rising over an azure sea. Their colors and patterns were utterly magnificent, a purplish blue; at times deep blue, at times azure, at times pale blue. The white patterns on the wings were like jewels embedded within them, gleaming brilliantly and exceptionally enchanting.

Paired with Wang Dong's handsome face, she was actually one or two tenths as good-looking as Su Qingfeng!

Two shining soul rings appeared around Wang Dong. She flew out of Dormitory 109 and huffed, "Damn it! I only wanted to take off your mask, and you froze me! Specially Selected Student, I admit you have some skill. Do you dare fight me outside?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

Su Qingfeng walked out calmly, showing no fear whatsoever as he looked at Wang Dong.

As the daughter of a god, she was already eleven and only at Level 21.

If she had been the descendant of an ordinary soul master, that speed would have been considered outstanding and a credit to her family. But as a god's descendant, it was simply pathetic.

At the same age, the first generation of the Shrek Seven Devils had already reached Levels 25 or 26.

Su Qingfeng left the dormitory, and Huo Yuhao ran out after him.

Su Qingfeng glanced at Mu En, his gaze seeming to say, "Someone wants to beat up your disciple, and you're not going to do anything? Didn't you say you'd keep me safe?"

Mu En rolled over and pretended not to see anything. My beloved disciple, you'll understand your teacher's good intentions someday. If those old fellows try to bully the young, I'll naturally be the first to object. But against juniors your own age, you'll need to win them over with your own strength. And if all else fails, you can use your looks.

Seeing the two soul rings on Wang Dong's body, Huo Yuhao's eyes widened in shock.

"Wang Dong is actually a Soul Grandmaster! And her second soul ring is purple too—it exceeds the optimal soul ring configuration!"

The next moment, Su Qingfeng's martial soul emerged as well.

The Ultimate Star martial soul burst into existence in the space behind Su Qingfeng. Behind him seemed to stretch a silent, profound, and boundless universe. He was a legend who had stepped forth from the starry sky.

Together with the aura that naturally radiated from his Immortal Realm, it made people lose themselves in him without realizing it.

The martial soul alone was shocking enough, but when Huo Yuhao and the others saw Su Qingfeng's First Soul Ring, they were utterly dumbfounded.

"Only one soul ring? A soul master fighting a Soul Grandmaster? Isn't that courting death? Wait! His First Soul Ring is a purple thousand-year soul ring? Am I seeing things?"

"Who is he? How is that possible? A First Soul Ring can't possibly exceed a thousand years, can it?"

The commotion quickly caught the attention of the other freshmen. The girls upstairs all came out and watched from the balconies.

Even the second- and third-year students living in the yellow building behind the white freshman dormitory heard about it, and some came over with great interest to watch the show.

Watching freshmen embarrass themselves, flirting with junior girls, and teasing junior boys had always been favorite pastimes of senior students.

Su Qingfeng and Wang Dong were both the sort of geniuses blessed with exceptional looks. Although Su Qingfeng had yet to show his face, he had already gained quite a few fans among the ten freshman classes.

For example, Xiao Xiao felt that this mysterious boy, who was unafraid of the devilish homeroom teacher Zhou Yi, was extremely charming and no less impressive than Wang Dong.

However, after spending ten days together as freshmen, most of Class One naturally still supported Wang Dong more.

"Wang Dong is actually fighting the Specially Selected Student?"

"Is she standing up for Teacher Zhou Yi?"

"Isn't she being too bold? That's the Specially Selected Student personally received by Director Du Weilun!"

"Besides, if they're going to fight, shouldn't they go to the Battle Arena?"

"Ah, what do freshmen know? Just watch the show."

"Who do you think is stronger, the Specially Selected Student or Wang Dong?"

"This Specially Selected Student is indeed extraordinary. His First Soul Ring is already a thousand-year one, so among soul masters below Level 20, he'll probably be hard to match. Unfortunately, he isn't very smart. He actually chose to fight a Soul Grandmaster—and one with a thousand-year soul ring too. His opponent also has the advantage of flight. The Specially Selected Student is definitely going to lose!"

It happened to be after class, and more and more people gathered around to watch, discussing it animatedly.

With two soul ring configurations that surpassed the normal absorption limits appearing at once, the spectators erupted in excitement.

Su Qingfeng could only sigh. What does it matter if their First and Second Soul Rings are thousand-year ones? A bunch of ignorant people.

That guy beside me who looks somewhat naive and goofy has a First Soul Ring close to a Million-Year one. In terms of age, even my Snow Empress would lose to it. But Snow Empress's strength—and the Soul Skills she grants—are far more powerful than Tian Meng's.

"Hmph, I thought a Specially Selected Student would at least be a Soul Grandmaster. Turns out you're only Level Ten-something. What gives you the right to receive special privileges?"

Wang Dong looked unconvinced. Even she had not received an honor like becoming a Specially Selected Student!

"You chose not to use it yourself. What does that have to do with me?"

Su Qingfeng said helplessly. As Tang San's daughter, if she merely revealed her identity, forget becoming a Specially Selected Student—even the entire Sea God Pavilion would have to cater to her.

"Today, I'm definitely taking off that mask of yours. Let's see whether you're a human or a ghost."

Wang Dong stomped her foot. The side edges of the Light Goddess Butterfly wings behind her formed sharp golden borders as she dove toward Su Qingfeng.

She had no intention of killing Su Qingfeng, so she controlled the path of her light wings to sweep toward his mask. But this placed an immense demand on her flying technique. A mistake of even an inch could leave Su Qingfeng disfigured.

This was her first soul skill.

Su Qingfeng watched Wang Dong dive at him at incredible speed, yet his face showed no fear.

This Tang Wutong—Wang Dong—was an idiot. She possessed the finest cultivation resources, yet came to Shrek Academy under a false identity. She was even astonished by a single Xuan Water Pill or Rising Soul Pill, treating them as rare and precious treasures.

Although she possessed two soul rings, their quality was definitely nowhere near as good as his.

A pale icy-white sword condensed in Su Qingfeng's hand, gleaming with dazzling brilliance.

In an instant, the Soul Skill Imperial Sword swept forth at incredible speed. The people around them even felt an intense chill, the sword's edge reaching the utmost extreme!

With a slight shift of his body, Su Qingfeng directly severed the wings of Wang Dong's Light Goddess Butterfly. The entire process was unbelievably swift.

A butterfly with broken wings was destined to fall. Not only had Wang Dong failed to hit Su Qingfeng, she also lost her balance and crashed to the ground. Excruciating pain shot through her back; without ten days to half a month, she likely would not recover.

Fortunately, only the outer edges of the wings had been cut away. Otherwise, the consequences of damage to her martial soul would have been severe.

"My wings!"

"You! If I hadn't underestimated you, don't think you could've cut off my wings!" Wang Dong glared at Su Qingfeng furiously.

Huo Yuhao hurried over to help Wang Dong up, but she shoved him away and even berated him, "Why didn't you help me?!"

"I..." Huo Yuhao wanted to speak, but stopped himself.

At the same time, the appearance of the Imperial Sword stunned the surrounding students. They all asked themselves whether they could have taken that strike if they had been the ones facing it. Most likely, they would not have been able to.

Although this Specially Selected Student was only a Soul Master of a little over ten levels, his strength had fully reached the standard of a Soul Grandmaster in the twenties!

Students from every class looked at Su Qingfeng with astonished expressions.

The second- and third-year students who had come to watch also widened their eyes, thinking that this batch of freshmen was rather interesting.

Ning Tian, Wu Feng, and Nanmen Yun'er of Freshman Class Nine had also appeared, watching Su Qingfeng thoughtfully.