Only a Soul Emperor Can Break Your Defense? But I Ignore Defense

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing were secretly pleased.

Dai Mubai slowly raised his head to look at the gray figure by the door; his lips moved, but he said nothing before lowering his head once more.

The tall student from Canghui Academy struggled to climb up from the floor, half his face smeared with blood, his lips trembling as he stared fixedly at Ji Ye, yet he could not utter a single word.

Just then, footsteps echoed from the staircase.

A man stepped down from the shadows of the second floor.

He was around forty, dressed in a dark green robe with graying hair combed meticulously, and a pair of gold-rimmed spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose.

On the badge pinned to his chest was the character "Cang," with four stars dangling beneath it.

The lead teacher of Canghui Academy.

He walked slowly, each step steady and deliberate.

He glanced at the students strewn across the doorway, then at the tall student's scraped face, before raising his eyes to fix his gaze on Ji Ye.

He pushed up his gold-rimmed spectacles, his face devoid of expression, his voice flat yet laced with a suppressed, simmering rage.

"Little friend, you are being rather arrogant."

Ji Ye turned to face him, that faint smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth.

"Your academy's people struck first."

"What I saw was you beating my people."

"Then you should have come down to watch sooner."

The lead teacher's mouth twitched; he took a deep breath and walked slowly toward the door.

He stripped off his dark green robe and tossed it aside, revealing a tight-fitting dark green combat suit.

Five spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

White, yellow, yellow, purple, purple.

Five rings, a Spirit King.

A layer of dark green armor grew from beneath his skin, covering his entire body; from shoulders to fingertips, from chest to knees, every scale shimmered with a cold, hard luster.

A massive turtle shell bulged from his back, dark green and covered in irregular patterns.

His abdomen also protruded, forming the front breastplate.

He looked like a turtle standing on its hind legs.

"My defense is such that even a Spirit Emperor would have to exert great effort to break it," the lead teacher's voice emerged from behind the shell, muffled and resonant.

"Boy, do you have the strength of a Spirit Emperor?"

Ji Ye watched him, the smile on his lips deepening.

He reached his right hand into the void as if dipping it into an invisible pool of water, causing the space to ripple.

He slowly pulled outward, and a translucent longsword was drawn from the void; the blade looked as if it were carved from solidified air, the space around its edges slightly distorted, leaving fine black cracks wherever the edge passed.

"Spirit Emperor-level defense?"

Ji Ye held the sword horizontally before him, the blade gleaming with a faint, cold light in the sunlight.

"Too bad, I ignore defense."

The moment his words fell, his figure vanished.

The first spirit ring lit up.

Void: Traceless!

In the next instant, he appeared before the lead teacher, the Void Sword thrusting straight out.

The lead teacher did not dodge or parry; he raised his shell-covered arm to block, a sneer of disdain on his lips.

His shell was something even a Spirit Emperor would struggle to break; what could a little brat do?

The tip of the sword touched the shell.

There was no sound of clashing metal.

The Void Sword passed through the shell as if piercing through a thin mist, driving straight into the lead teacher's arm.

Blood instantly gushed from the wound, flowing down the gaps between the scales and carving a glaring red line across the dark green shell.

The lead teacher's smile froze on his face.

He looked down at the wound on his arm, then back up at the longsword that had pierced his defense, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Ji Ye did not pause.

He withdrew the longsword, pivoted his body, and struck the second blow against the lead teacher's shoulder.

The shell cracked, and blood seeped from the fissure.

The third strike pierced his ribs, the fourth slashed the outer side of his thigh, and the fifth thrust deep into the gap of the turtle shell on his back—

Every strike pierced the defense, and every strike drew blood.

The entire process took less than three breaths.

Ji Ye retracted his sword and retreated, his figure flashing back to the inn entrance, three zhang away from the lead teacher.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on the Void Sword were shaken off by the power of space, leaving not a single trace behind.

The lead teacher stood rooted to the spot, his entire body trembling.

Five wounds on his shoulder, arm, ribs, thigh, and back were bleeding simultaneously, and his dark green turtle-shell armor was covered in crisscrossing bloody gashes.

His face was deathly pale, his lips quivering, and his knees gave way, causing him to collapse onto the ground with a thud.

"Ahhhhh!"

"What did you do to me!"

"How is this possible?!"

"How could you possibly hurt me?!"

He braced his hands against the ground, blood dripping onto the mud one drop at a time.

A deathly silence descended inside and outside the inn.

The tall student from Canghui Academy stood in the mud, not even bothering to wipe the blood from his face; his eyes were wide as copper bells as he stared at the wounds on his teacher's body, his lips trembling like a sieve.

The other students were even worse off, all of them completely terrified.

Ma Hongjun swallowed hard, his voice as dry as sandpaper.

"A... a Spirit King... couldn't even block it?"

Oscar was also stunned into a stupor.

"Just what kind of strength does Ji Ye have..."

Tang San looked at the sword in Ji Ye's hand, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.

He had seen many weapons, but he had never seen anything like this.

This sword did not seem to be made of metal...

It was substantial, yet insubstantial.

Ji Ye looked down at the lead teacher kneeling on the ground, his voice not loud, yet everyone heard him clearly.

"Still stunned?"

He sheathed the Void Sword and turned to return to his seat.

"If you keep staring, your teacher will die."

Only then did the people from Canghui Academy wake up as if doused with a basin of ice water.

The tall student was the first to rush over, grabbing the lead teacher's shoulders and shouting back at the others: "Hurry! Carry him! Carry him back!"

"Quick, carry the teacher back."

The other students scrambled over, helping the lead teacher up from the ground; some tried to stop the bleeding, while others took off their clothes to wrap his wounds.

No one dared to cast even a single glance at Ji Ye.

The seven of them hurriedly carried the lead teacher away, not even bothering to finish their meal.

Ji Ye sat in his seat and picked up his teacup to take a sip.

The tea had gone cold again; he frowned, set the cup down, and picked up his chopsticks to reach for some food.

Ning Rongrong scurried back to sit beside him, picking up the teapot to refill it with hot water.

Zhu Zhuqing also returned to her seat, sitting so close that her chest almost brushed against Ji Ye's shoulder.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar stood to the side, looking at each other, unsure of where to sit.

Tang San helped Dai Mubai sit back down; Dai Mubai kept his head lowered, leaning against the back of his chair with his eyes closed, his breathing heavy and labored.

Zhao Wuji walked down the stairs.

He had been watching everything from the second floor, taking in every single detail.