Beibei is instantly killed, Xuan Zi's defense is broken!

Beibei had been waiting for these words! A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his soul power erupted with a roar!

Two yellow and two purple soul rings, the optimal configuration, rose from beneath his feet. Their brilliant radiance illuminated his handsome face, which was now slightly distorted by rage.

A powerful dragon's might, accompanied by the crackling of blue electrical arcs, permeated the air!

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul!

Furthermore, due to his years of bitter, unrequited pursuit of Tang Ya and the subsequent agitation, his cultivation over the past few years had been exceptionally diligent. Combined with his innate talent, his soul power had reached level 43!

At only fourteen years of age, such cultivation was top-tier in the Outer Court and rarely matched even in the Inner Court!

"Zichuan! Pay the price for what you just said!"

Beibei let out a low growl, electricity flickering in his eyes. His right arm instantly swelled, covered in fine blue dragon scales, his five fingers transforming into sharp claws.

With a shrill whistle that tore through the air and a surging thunderbolt, he lunged at Zichuan, who remained seated on the stone as if he hadn't even noticed him.

The light of his fourth soul ring flickered; clearly, his true anger was ignited, and his opening move contained a killing blow!

He wanted to defeat this bastard—who dared to be so intimate with the goddess in his heart and slander Shrek Academy—in the most dominant and humiliating way possible! It would be best if he could cripple him!

Tang Ya gasped, "Beibei! Stop!" She wanted to intervene, but Beibei had struck in a rage, and his speed was so fast that she was too late.

Huo Yuhao was also pale with fright. He could feel the horror of Beibei's strike, far surpassing that of the Wind Baboon from earlier! Could Brother Zichuan... block this?

Facing this sharp, overbearing strike, which was enough to heavily injure an average Soul Ancestor, Zichuan did not even stand up.

He merely raised his eyelids slightly, glancing at the menacingly pouncing Beibei with an expression that mixed boredom and a hint of impatience.

"If you can make me move even half a step," Zichuan said lazily, his voice not loud, yet clearly reaching everyone's ears, "then you win."

"Arrogant!" Beibei felt an unprecedented level of humiliation. He roared, the thunder on his dragon claws intensifying, and struck down fiercely! He would smash this arrogant guy, along with the stone he sat on, into pieces!

However, just as his dragon-scaled, thunder-wrapped claws were about to touch the top of Zichuan's head—

Zichuan moved.

He simply, very simply, raised his right hand.

He made a fist.

Then, he punched out toward the incoming, lightning-wrapped dragon claw.

There was no flash of soul power, no manifestation of soul rings, and not even much of a sound of wind.

It was the purest, simplest punch, containing the vast vital energy pumped by two hearts and the terrifying physical strength refined by five (now six) top-tier soul rings.

Fist and claw met.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone shattering, enough to set one's teeth on edge, suddenly rang out!

"Ah—!!!"

Following immediately was Beibei's shrill, short-lived scream!

In the eyes of everyone in disbelief, Beibei's aggressive, dragon-scaled, thunder-wrapped right arm, at the moment of contact with Zichuan's fist, seemed like a fragile withered branch colliding with a high-speed steel tank!

The dragon scales shattered, the electric light vanished, and his entire arm bent backward at a bizarre angle! The terrifying force traveled through his arm and instantly surged throughout his entire body!

"Pfft!"

Beibei spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body flying backward like a kite with a broken string. He slammed into a large tree over ten meters away, cracking the trunk, before sliding limply to the ground. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out cold.

His right arm, which had just been so majestic in its dragon-like state, now hung limply—it was clearly ruined.

Silence.

A deathly silence.

Only the unconscious groaning of Beibei and the distant, increasingly frequent roars of fierce beasts in the forest reminded them that time was still passing.

The fury and contempt on Xuan Zi's face froze completely, turning into boundless shock and disbelief.

He saw it clearly: Zichuan's punch really hadn't used any soul power!

Purely physical strength! One punch to cripple a level 43 Soul Ancestor who had activated his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul, used soul power, and attacked in a rage?!

How could this be possible?! Was this boy's body made of iron?! No, even iron wouldn't be this hard!

His old eyes, usually filled with murky sleepiness but now sharp as blades, stared fixedly at Zichuan, who remained calmly seated on the stone without a single wrinkle in his clothes. He then looked at Beibei, who lay under the tree in the distance with a twisted arm and was knocked unconscious. His mind was buzzing.

What kind of joke was this?!

Who was Beibei? He was the personal disciple of Sea God Pavilion Master Mu En, one of the designated heirs to the Sea God Pavilion, a peerless genius who possessed the top-tier beast martial soul, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, and had reached level 43 at only fourteen years old!

He was a future pillar of Shrek Academy, one in whom they had poured their heart and soul and placed high hopes! He was even a junior whom Xuan Zi had watched grow up and admired greatly!

Yet, such a prodigy had been sent flying and left severely wounded and unconscious by a black-haired boy who looked similar in age, perhaps even younger, who hadn't even stood up and had delivered a casual, light punch?!

How could this be?! Beibei's attack had been launched in anger, utilizing his martial soul and soul power; even he, Xuan Zi, would not dare say he could take it so easily using only his physical body without soul power!

Tang Ya covered her small mouth, her beautiful eyes wide. She looked at the unconscious Beibei, then at Zichuan, who remained seated on the stone as calm as if he had just swatted away a fly. Her heart was filled with indescribable shock.

She knew Zichuan was strong; five years ago, he could have instantly killed a Soul Ancestor Evil Soul Master. But she hadn't expected that after five years, he would have grown to this extent!

Facing Beibei's full-force attack, he actually... remained seated and solved it with one punch? And it seemed... he hadn't even used his full strength?

Huo Yuhao was left dumbfounded, his mind completely blank. He had been worried about Zichuan just a moment ago, but then... that was it? One punch?

That blue-haired youth, who looked so formidable and possessed such a terrifying spirit ring configuration, was just gone? Just how strong was Big Brother Zichuan?

Zichuan shook his hand as if he had merely performed an insignificant task. He looked at Xuan Zi, whose face was as gloomy as water and whose eyes were filled with shock and rage, and said indifferently:

"Shrek's genius? Is that all?"

"It seems that your Shrek not only produces students with poor brains, but your strength is also significantly watered down."

"Misleading the youth? In my opinion, it is you Shrek who are truly misleading the youth, turning promising seedlings into arrogant, incompetent trash."

Xuan Zi's expression was extremely unsightly.

Was this kid named Zichuan made of divine iron?!

No, that wasn't right! Xuan Zi stared intently at Zichuan, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty. Such terrifying physical strength, such effortless suppression... this was definitely not something a normal youth could possess! Unless...

"You... you are not a youth!" Xuan Zi's voice carried suppressed anger and a hint of realization. He glared fixedly at Zichuan's excessively young face.

"You are an old monster from the Body Sect! You've practiced some Body Sect secret technique for rejuvenation or preserving youth, and you're deliberately posing as a youth to toy with the younger generation and bully them! Aren't you?!"