Yun Ming's Humiliation

"Ha ji mi oh nan bei green beans~ Ah si ga ya ku na lu~"

Yun Ming's soul communicator rang. The contact displayed on the screen was Ya Li. Though he knew the tragedy had already happened, he still pressed answer. Ya Li's voice rang out with startling clarity in the utterly silent scene.

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

Her voice held unease, helplessness, self-reproach, and fear.

What kind of person could, without anyone noticing, sever Long Yeyue's right hand on Sea God Island—the safest, most sacred place on the entire continent, where even the Holy Spirit Cult wouldn't dare force its way in? Such an inconceivable feat was all the more terrifying to those with deeper cultivation.

And faced with Long Yeyue's injuries, even Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, the most powerful healing-type Soul Master on the continent aside from Bi Ji, was helpless!

She recognized the Ultimate Fire and Destruction elements, taken separately. But the two hadn't disrupted each other's elemental structure. Instead, they had complemented each other, bringing out the greatest possible destructive power of both. This discovery left Ya Li even more shocked.

"You did this, didn't you!!!"

Yun Ming flew into a rage, veins bulging at his temples, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.

A master was as a father; a master's wife, as a mother!

Whoever insulted his master's wife, Ming would insult in return; whoever hurt his master's wife, Ming would kill!

This mechanical creature had earned its death!

The terrifying pressure of an Ultimate Quasi-God and a God Origin Realm spiritual storm burst forth. Even the powerful Sky Phoenix Douluo, a Level 98, had to activate her Four-Word Battle Armor to withstand it. Yun Ming raised the Sky-Propping Spear in one hand and pointed it straight at Su Jiu's clone—the culprit behind it all.

Leng Yaozhu stepped alone in front of Su Jiu's clone. Su Jiu was the younger brother she'd raised herself, and even knowing this was only his clone, she wouldn't allow anyone to harm him.

She wasn't the least bit afraid. She faced Yun Ming's Sky-Propping Spear, cold and unyielding, and shot back at him.

"Pavilion Master Yun, evidence. Show me your evidence!"

"Don't think you're the only one with a mouth, and that whatever you say goes! Anyone can make baseless accusations and slander others! For the dignified Sea God Pavilion Master to throw his weight around like this, call a deer a horse, and sully an innocent person's name—aren't you just bullying an honest man?"

"Yaozhu's right! Pavilion Master Yun, eat whatever you like, but don't go sticking labels on people! I'm just a Soul Saint. Do you really think a mere Soul Saint could hurt an Ultimate Douluo? (Only applies to S3.) You're an Ultimate Douluo yourself, so you should know better. Watch your words, watch your words..."

Su Jiu's clone immediately fired back. The real culprit was his main body; what did any of this have to do with the clone?

All it was doing was providing its main body with a view. It was harmless as could be!

At the same time, it put an innocent pixelated expression on the screen. It was kind of cute, but in Yun Ming's eyes, it was infuriatingly punchable!

Yun Ming took a great stride forward. The cold gleam on his spearhead carried his will and fury, aimed straight at Leng Yaozhu's throat, a mere three steps away.

Why should the continent's number one have to reason with these Spirit Pagoda hoodlums? He could just beat them up!

"Vice Pagoda Master Leng, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"The Sea God Pavilion Master is beating up an honest man!"

"Sea God Pavilion Master Yun Ming is killing someone!"

"Yun Ming is streaking in the street!"

"The Sea God Pavilion Master is harassing Leng Yaozhu in broad daylight!!!"

In an instant, loudspeakers across the surrounding streets blared with piercing, street-shaking noise. The voices brimmed with grievance and urgency, as if they were speaking from the heart, giving the performance of a lifetime.

Leng Yaozhu's mouth twitched. Little Brother A-Jiu's tricks were just too vicious.

She turned to look at Yun Ming. His face was so dark it looked as though she could scrape soot from the bottom of a pot off it. He was already furious beyond restraint. Still, she found a little amusement in the humiliated number one of the continent, and smiled like a flower, her shoulders trembling slightly.

"Silence! You dare slander this Pavilion Master without proof, stain my honor, and ruin my name? You wretch, you've earned your death!"

The Sky-Propping Spear's blade carried an awe-inspiring spear intent. At a speed impossible to follow with the naked eye, it swept around Leng Yaozhu, who stood in its way, and thrust straight at Su Jiu's clone.

Just then, three terrifying waves of Ultimate Douluo pressure descended, all locking onto Yun Ming!

A long staff carved with entwined white-and-gold flying dragons came crashing down with an unstoppable, heaven-shattering force, slamming into the tip of the Sky-Propping Spear. The will to battle against heaven and the resolve of the continent's peak collided with a thunderous crash. Glass shattered within a radius of several thousand meters, and the gleaming white clouds overhead were torn to pieces!

The newcomers were former Pagoda Master Qiangu Dieyan and his two Ultimate Douluo sons, Qiangu Dongfeng and Qiangu Qingfeng!

The three Ultimate Douluos of the Qiangu Family!

"Heh heh~ Old Qiangu, are you in such a hurry to come here and die?"

"Bold words! Yun Ming, do you really think you're invincible? Believe it or not, the three of us are going to beat the shit out of you, then shove you into it, and finally use your own shit to beat you!"

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

Was Qiangu Dongfeng a little too pent-up?

Yun Ming's dignity was humiliated once again. He pointed the Sky-Propping Spear at Qiangu Dongfeng. So this little Qiangu brat was using the others as a shield now, was he?

Faced with three Ultimate Douluos, Yun Ming wasn't afraid. No matter how many paper tigers there were, they still couldn't beat a real dragon.

Because a dragon was a dragon!

"Haha~ Yun Ming, you don't actually think that one man and one spear can beat two Coiling Dragon Staffs and a Purgatory Halberd, do you? Arrogant brat, you don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

"Little Qiangu, all you've got is a sharp tongue. In my eyes..."

Yun Ming's words cut off abruptly.

There was no other reason.

That deadly, familiar sense of danger had returned—and it was even more intense than the threat from the three old and young Qiangu men before him. If he insisted on pressing on, he had a strong feeling there was a good chance he'd meet his end today. Yun Ming loathed the feeling of losing control!

But Yun Ming knew when to yield. He could indulge in settling scores for a moment, but Shrek Academy couldn't do without him. He was Shrek's pillar of pure jade beneath a clear sky, after all. Reason pulled him back in time.

He had no choice but to back down.

Though it was humiliating, he had no choice. He withdrew his Sky-Propping Spear.

"Ten-thousand-year Immortal Herbs are out of the question. Shrek can give you at most a thousand-year one. Take it or leave it!"

"Fine, deal!"

"Pavilion Master Yun can take your people back now. This is our show of good faith. And given your character, Pavilion Master Yun, I'm sure you'll give us our Immortal Herb today."

Su Jiu's clone accepted Yun Ming's offer outright. Ten thousand years was obviously an outrageous demand, biting straight into the other side's main artery. Besides, it was no easy task to make Yun Ming back down.

Yun Ming wasn't pleased to hear that. Now they were questioning his character, too? Was he the sort of person who went back on his word?

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

It would be nice dried and brewed into chrysanthemum tea.

Yun Ming led the five captives away in a disheveled flight. Up on the rooftop, Su Jiu also put away Flame Demon Roar and dispelled the void around himself. A hint of smugness tugged at his lips.

"I finally managed to scrape a little gold lacquer off this towering Buddha. That wasn't easy..."

The next moment, Leng Yaozhu's graceful figure appeared. Her face was full of relief as she came forward and, following the memory of how, how he looked, ruffled Su Jiu's hair and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Little Brother A-Jiu, when the old Pagoda Master heard you'd taken Long Yeyue's right hand off, he was so happy. He even said he wanted to reward you properly!"

"Hehe, Sister Yaozhu, it was only what I should've done."