The Humiliated Yun Ming

"Hajimi o nanbei ryokutou~ Ashigaya kunaru~"

Yun Ming's soul guidance communicator rang. The contact displayed was none other than Ya Li. Even though he knew the tragedy had already occurred, he pressed the answer button. Ya Li's voice was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent scene.

"Brother Ming, Sister Yue, she..."

Her voice was filled with unease, helplessness, self-reproach, and fear.

What kind of sacred entity could, without anyone noticing, strike off Long Yeyue's right hand within Sea God Island—the safest, most sacred place on the entire continent, a place even the Holy Spirit Cult dared not storm? Such means defied all logic; the more profound one's cultivation, the more terrifying they found it.

Faced with Long Yeyue's injuries, the Holy Spirit Douluo Yali, the most formidable healing-type soul master on the continent besides Bi Ji, was completely at a loss!

She recognized the Ultimate Fire and Destruction elements individually, but the fact that they hadn't destroyed each other's elemental structures, but instead complemented one another to maximize their destructive power, left Ya Li even more horrified.

"It was you, wasn't it!!!"

Yun Ming was instantly incensed, the veins on his forehead bulging, his eyes splitting with rage.

A master is like a father, a master's wife like a mother!

Those who insult his master's wife, Ming shall insult; those who harm his master's wife, Ming shall kill!

This mechanical creature had already invited its own death!

Terrifying, limit-breaking quasi-god pressure and a Divine Origin Realm spiritual storm erupted. Even the 98th-ranked Sky Phoenix Douluo had to activate her four-word battle armor to resist. He raised the Sky-Propping Spear with one hand, pointing it directly at Su Jiu's clone—the culprit behind it all.

Leng Yaozhu stood alone in front of Su Jiu's clone. Su Jiu was the younger brother she had raised herself; even knowing this was just a clone, she would not allow anyone to destroy it.

She felt no fear, meeting Yun Ming's Sky-Propping Spear head-on, cold and unyielding, pointing back at him.

"Pavilion Master Yun, evidence! Please, give me evidence!"

"Don't think that just because you have a mouth, whatever you say becomes truth! Empty words are no proof; who can't frame others? For a dignified Sea God Pavilion Pavilion Master, you certainly have a grand air, calling a deer a horse and slandering someone's innocence. Isn't this just bullying an honest person?"

"Sister Yaozhu is right! Pavilion Master Yun, you can eat whatever you want, but don't go throwing labels around! I am but a mere Soul Saint. Do you really think a lowly Soul Saint could injure a Limit Douluo? As a Limit Douluo yourself, you should know this well. So, watch your words, watch your words..."

Su Jiu's clone retorted in time. The main body did this; what did it, a mere clone, have to do with it?

It was only here to provide vision for the main body; it was completely harmless!

At the same time, the screen displayed an innocent pixelated expression. It was somewhat cute, but in Yun Ming's eyes, it was exceptionally punchable!

Yun Ming took a large step forward. The cold glint of the spear tip carried his will and fury, pointing straight at Leng Yaozhu's throat, stopping just three steps away.

Why should the number one person on the continent reason with these Spirit Pagoda thugs? Just fight!

"Vice Pagoda Master Leng, don't blame me for being heartless!"

"The Sea God Pavilion Pavilion Master is bullying an honest person!"

"The Sea God Pavilion Pavilion Master Yun Ming is killing people!"

"Yun Ming is streaking in the street!"

"The Sea God Pavilion Pavilion Master is sexually harassing Leng Yaozhu in the street!!!"

In an instant, the surrounding street speakers blared with ear-piercing noise, full of grievance and urgency, as if it were a genuine outpouring of emotion, a true-to-life performance.

Leng Yaozhu's mouth twitched. Brother A-Jiu's tricks were still too underhanded.

She looked back at Yun Ming. The man's face was as black as the soot at the bottom of a pot, his rage beyond containment. Finding some amusement in the plight of the stifled number one person on the continent, she smiled like a flower, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Shut up! Slandering this Pavilion Master with empty words, staining my feathers, debasing my name—you wretched creature, you have already invited your own death!"

The spear intent of the Sky-Propping Spear was fierce. With speed invisible to the naked eye, it bypassed Leng Yaozhu and thrust straight toward Su Jiu's clone.

Just then, three terrifying Limit Douluo pressures descended simultaneously, locking onto Yun Ming alone!

A long staff carved with white-gold flying dragons swung with an unstoppable, heaven-shattering momentum, violently slamming into the tip of the Sky-Propping Spear. The clash of the will to battle heaven and the peak intent of the continent shattered glass for thousands of meters around, tearing the bright white clouds to shreds!

The arrivals were the former old Pagoda Master Qiangu Dieyan and his two Limit Douluo sons, Qiangu Dongfeng and Qiangu Qingfeng!

It was the three Limit Douluos of the Qiangu family!

"Heh~ Old thief Qiangu, in such a rush to die?"

"How bold! Yun Ming, do you really think you are invincible? Do you believe that today, the three of us father and sons will beat the shit out of you, stuff you into your own shit, and then use your shit to beat you!"

Qiangu Dieyan, Qiangu Qingfeng, Leng Yaozhu, Su Jiu: "..."

Was Qiangu Dongfeng too repressed?

Yun Ming's dignity was insulted once again. He pointed the Sky-Propping Spear at Qiangu Dongfeng—this little thief Qiangu was really riding the tiger to act fierce!

Facing three Limit Douluos, Yun Ming was not afraid. No matter how many paper tigers there were, they could never defeat a true dragon.

Because a dragon is a dragon!

"Haha~ Yun Ming, you don't really think you and your one spear can defeat two Coiling Dragon Staffs and one Purgatory Halberd, do you? Arrogant child, you know nothing of the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Little thief Qiangu, you only know how to wag your tongue. In my vi—"

Yun Ming's words came to an abrupt halt.

For no other reason.

That fatal and familiar sense of crisis struck again, even surpassing what these three old and young thieves had given him. If he insisted on continuing, he had a premonition that there was a high probability he would perish here today. Yun Ming particularly loathed this feeling of losing control!

Yet Yun Ming was a man who knew when to yield. He understood that while he could indulge in a moment of vengeance, Shrek Academy could not afford to lose him; he was, after all, the Sky-Propping Spear of Shrek. Reason pulled him back just in time.

Compromise, let it be.

Though it felt humiliating, he had no other choice, and he retracted his Sky-Propping Spear.

"A hundred-thousand-year immortal herb is impossible. Shrek can give you ten-thousand-year ones at most. Take it or leave it!"

"Fine, deal!"

"Pavilion Master Yun may take his people and leave immediately; this is our sincerity. At the same time, given Pavilion Master Yun's character, I believe you can hand over our immortal herb today."

Su Jiu's clone agreed to Yun Ming's terms immediately. In his eyes, asking for a hundred-thousand-year herb was clearly biting off more than he could chew—like going for the jugular—and making Yun Ming compromise was no easy feat.

Yun Ming was displeased upon hearing this; was he being threatened over his integrity? Was he the type of person to go back on his word?

He immediately tossed over a wilted ten-thousand-year Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

Let it dry out; it would make decent chrysanthemum tea.

Yun Ming took the five captives and took flight in a sorry state. On the rooftop, Su Jiu also deactivated his Flame Demon Roar and withdrew his void energy, a trace of triumph playing on his lips.

"Finally managed to scrape some gold leaf off this great Buddha. Not easy..."

The next moment, the slender, graceful figure of Leng Yaozhu appeared. With a look of gratification on her face, she stepped forward and, following the memory of his appearance, ruffled Su Jiu's hair and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Little Brother Jiu, the old Tower Master heard that you blew off Long Yeyue's right arm and is overjoyed. He even said he wants to reward you properly!"

"Hehe, Sister Yaozhu, it's only what I should have done."