My Sword Is No Less Sharp!

Zhou Yi's expression changed completely.

In all her years of teaching, no one had ever dared to defy her to her face like this.

"You—!"

Her voice was trembling, her chest heaving violently.

"I am the homeroom teacher! What happens in this class is my decision. If I say it must be done, who dares disobey?!"

She took several deep breaths, trying to suppress the fury in her heart. Her voice was as cold as if it had been squeezed through clenched teeth. "For the sake of you being a freshman who dares to take responsibility for his actions, apologize to me now, and I can overlook your offense of defying me. Otherwise..."

Her gaze carved into Lin Yaoyang like a blade.

"I will cripple your Soul Power first, then expel you!"

"And if I refuse?"

Lin Yaoyang's voice was so calm that it did not sound like a twelve-year-old facing a Soul Emperor.

Zhou Yi slammed her hand against the desk!

Boom!

The solid wooden podium shattered beneath her palm, splinters flying everywhere!

"Do you truly wish to test whether my Dragon Claw is sharp enough?!"

Her martial soul appeared behind her.

A crimson dragon phantom bared its fangs and claws, radiating a scorching aura.

Six Soul Rings revolved around the dragon phantom, its oppressive presence even greater than before.

With a flick of his right hand, a bright yellow longsword appeared out of thin air in Lin Yaoyang's grasp.

The sword was golden all over, flames seeming to flow across its blade as it radiated a warmth and brilliance as fierce as the sun.

Its point aimed at Zhou Yi.

"My sword is no less sharp!"

His voice rang like a struck bell, echoing throughout the classroom.

The surrounding students sucked in cold breaths.

How could this guy be this bold?!

That was a Soul Emperor! Wasn't he afraid of getting beaten senseless and expelled?

Yet the next moment, something even more shocking happened.

One Soul Ring after another slowly rose beneath Lin Yaoyang's feet.

Purple! Purple! Purple! Black!

Four Soul Rings.

Three purple and one black.

A four-ring Soul Ancestor!

Three thousand-year Soul Rings and one ten-thousand-year Soul Ring!

Deathly silence filled the classroom.

Wang Dong's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly, but she could not say a word.

So... he was this strong?

She remembered how he had given her a brutal beating two days ago and suddenly felt that her loss had not been unfair at all.

His first Soul Ring had been a thousand-year one? She had eaten Whale Rubber until she threw up just to barely obtain a thousand-year second Soul Ring.

How had he done it?

And his fourth Soul Ring was actually ten thousand years old...

How had he resolved the mental shock from a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring?

Zhou Yi was equally astonished.

But she quickly reined in her expression, the corner of her lips even curling upward slightly.

No wonder this brat dared to defy me. So he was relying on his Soul Ring configuration.

A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with three purple rings and one black ring—he did have reason to be proud.

But before me, Zhou Yi, no matter what kind of genius you are, you still have to listen to me!

If you refuse? Then you get punished, beaten, and expelled!

"Good boy." Zhou Yi's voice carried a trace of approval, though far more of it was a condescending appraisal. "You truly have given me quite a surprise. But..."

Her gaze abruptly turned sharp.

"Do you think this is enough to frighten me? The gap between Soul Power Levels is not so easily crossed!"

Sensing that things were going badly, Wang Dong glanced at Lin Yaoyang, gritted her teeth, then turned and ran out of the classroom.

She had to find someone for help.

The atmosphere in the classroom had already stretched to its breaking point.

The surrounding students had long since retreated to the corners, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.

Some trembled in fear, while others had excitement blazing in their eyes.

A freshman fighting the homeroom teacher on the first day of school—this was way too thrilling.

With a low roar, Zhou Yi prepared to activate a soul skill. "First soul skill, Crimson Dragon..."

Before she could finish, an Ultimate pressure that transcended all flames suddenly erupted around Lin Yaoyang!

It was not the pressure of Soul Power, but an absolute dominion originating from the very source of fire. Like a newborn sun overlooking all mortal flames, any ordinary fire could only submit, shatter, and burn to ashes before it!

Behind him, the outline of crimson-red and silver-white armor slowly emerged. Angular plates covered his limbs, while the round golden disk on his chest lit up.

Two pairs of Gilded Fire Wings spread from his back. What flowed over their surfaces was not ordinary flame, but Sun True Fire capable of incinerating all things.

The Corona Sword in his right hand hummed and trembled. The golden light on its blade was so blazing that no one could look directly at it. Merely from the leakage of its aura, the desks and chairs in the classroom began to grow hot, and even the air warped from the heat.

"W-What is this?!"

Zhou Yi's voice cut off abruptly, the fury on her face instantly replaced by utter terror.

To her horror, the majestic crimson dragon phantom behind her began to tremble violently and curl in on itself beneath that pressure!

The dragon phantom dimmed at a visible rate. Its once-scorching dragon breath completely lost control, surging back into her body through the Soul Power channels like ignited wildfire!

"Ah!"

Zhou Yi let out a shrill cry of agony. She could clearly feel that her Crimson Dragon martial soul was actually combusting on its own!

The pressure of Ultimate Fire had disrupted her Soul Power channels, causing the martial soul's energy to flow backward and triggering self-immolation.

She desperately circulated her Soul Power to suppress it, only to discover in despair that her martial soul had completely stopped obeying her.

An ultimate attribute!

This brat actually possesses an ultimate attribute!

The innate suppression of an ultimate attribute over a non-ultimate attribute left her unable even to maintain her martial soul, much less release any soul skill!

The six Soul Rings around her flickered wildly, yet they could no longer provide even the slightest bit of power. Instead, as her martial soul spiraled out of control, they repeatedly battered her meridians, leaving her body convulsing in pain and unable to stand steadily.

"Impossible! Impossible! I'm a six-ring Soul Emperor! You're only a four-ring Soul Ancestor!"

Zhou Yi looked crazed as she tried to lunge forward, only to find that she did not even have the strength to raise her hand.

The pressure of Ultimate Fire was like an invisible mountain, crushing her until her Soul Power stagnated and her blood surged. The flames on her body burned ever more fiercely, scorching her flesh as even her hair began to curl and blacken.

Lin Yaoyang stood where he was, not even activating a single soul skill.

He merely watched Zhou Yi quietly, his gaze so calm that it held not the slightest ripple, as though the six-ring Soul Emperor before him was no more than an ant he could crush at will.

The pressure of Ultimate Fire blanketed the entire classroom. Every student felt the terror of a flame that could burn all things to ash. Even breathing became difficult, much less stepping forward to help.

"You said that the gap in Soul Power Levels was not so easily crossed?"

Lin Yaoyang's calm voice rang out, yet it carried an authority that could not be questioned.

He took one step forward.

"First soul skill, True Flame Burst!"

A mass of Sun True Fire exploded violently with him at its center!

Golden flames bloomed like a lotus, sweeping in every direction!

Zhou Yi was blasted backward by the terrifying shockwave. Her feet plowed two deep furrows through the floor, and her chest felt as though it had been struck by a massive hammer. She spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered backward.

The Crimson Dragon phantom behind her shattered completely. Her martial soul was forced back into her body by Ultimate Fire, and she could no longer summon it.

"Then let me tell you this as well: the gap between attributes is also an uncrossable chasm."

The surrounding students were dumbfounded by the sight.

"Teacher Zhou is... injured?"

"This freshman is way too fierce, isn't he? He actually beat up the homeroom teacher?"

"Damn it, he's handsome and strong too. I'm so jealous..."

Hearing those words, Zhou Yi's face turned ashen. She gritted her teeth and struggled to suppress the pain brought by the flames on her body, her eyes fixed fiercely on Lin Yaoyang.