A Great Humiliation! A Great Humiliation!

Zhao Linchuan was amused by Zhao Wuji's brazen, shameless attitude.

He shook his head, skipped the small talk, and gave a direct order to Jin Da behind him:

"Jin Da, since this Shrek team leader wants an 'explanation' so badly, go ahead and give Shrek Academy a proper one."

"Understood, Young Master!" Jin Da replied in a deep voice.

The next moment, everyone felt a blur before their eyes!

The burly man, standing over two meters tall and clad in heavy half-plate armor, appeared beside Zhao Wuji without a sound, as if he had teleported!

He was so fast that even Zhao Wuji, a powerhouse at the Soul Saint level, couldn't react in time!

Jin Da extended a palm as large as a fan and patted Zhao Wuji's broad shoulder with deceptive casualness, his tone as calm as if he were making small talk:

"Brother, what kind of 'explanation' do you want? Come on, let's have a good chat about it, shall we?"

"You... you... you..." The rage on Zhao Wuji's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme shock and disbelief!

He felt a terrifying, irresistible force—like a collapsing mountain—surge through every corner of his body with that single, light pat.

The surging Soul Saint-level power within him felt like frozen river water in the face of this force; it became completely stagnant, impossible to mobilize even a fraction.

Even his pride and joy, the "Immovable Wisdom King" defense, was rendered useless.

What did this mean?

It meant that the unassuming, burly man before him possessed a soul power cultivation and a level of existence that far surpassed his own!

A Title Douluo?! And an incredibly powerful one at that!

A massive wave of fear, cold as ice water, instantly extinguished all of Zhao Wuji's anger and arrogance. His entire body began to tremble uncontrollably, his lips quivering, yet he couldn't utter a single word, left only with boundless terror.

Seeing Zhao Wuji so scared out of his wits, the honest and calm expression on Jin Da's face slowly faded. He furrowed his brows, his expression turning serious.

"What's wrong, brother? Are you feeling unwell? Or is it that... you aren't satisfied with the 'explanation' I'm giving you?"

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold. "Brother, you're making this very difficult for me!"

Before he even finished speaking, Jin Da's left hand clamped onto Zhao Wuji's collar like an iron vice, lifting him off the ground as if he were a mere chick!

At the same time, he made a grasping motion in the air with his right hand, and a golden whip, formed entirely of condensed soul power, materialized out of thin air!

The whip seemed to possess a life of its own; it traced a graceful arc through the air and, with a "swish," Bind the still-shivering Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, as well as the unconscious Dai Mubai on the ground!

With a flick of the whip's tip, he bundled the four of them together like a string of candied haws!

"Let's go. We'll head outside to find a spacious spot to have a proper 'chat'!"

As he spoke, Jin Da carried the completely suppressed, ashen-faced Zhao Wuji in his left hand and dragged the four people bound by the golden soul power whip with his right, striding toward the hotel exit.

His movements were fluid and effortless, as if he were carrying bundles of straw rather than several grown men.

Such a dramatic and shocking scene left everyone in the hotel stunned.

After a brief, dead silence, the crowd erupted into a massive uproar. Curiosity overcame fear, and many rushed out of the hotel, eager to see how this mysterious powerhouse intended to "give an explanation."

Ning Rongrong was also excited to follow and watch the spectacle, but Xiao Wu grabbed her wrist.

"Rongrong, don't go." Xiao Wu shook her head at her, a subtle expression on her face.

"Why not?" Ning Rongrong asked, puzzled, her large eyes full of curiosity. "Let's go see! I want to see how that big guy teaches those shameless people a lesson!"

Xiao Wu leaned into her ear and whispered a few words in a tone only the two of them could hear, tinged with helplessness and mischief.

Ning Rongrong looked confused at first, but then her face turned bright red. She spat, pulled her foot back, and waved her hands repeatedly. "I'm not going! I don't want to get an eye infection!"

Although Zhu Zhuqing hadn't heard exactly what Xiao Wu said, she guessed a bit from Ning Rongrong's reaction.

A faint trace of disgust flashed across her cold face; clearly, she had no interest in the "filthiness" of those Shrek members.

Zhao Linchuan, meanwhile, sat down on a bench with a smile and beckoned to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing. "Clean up, and let's get ready for a late-night snack."

"As for the 'show' outside... it's better not to watch, lest it dirty your eyes."

Not far outside the hotel, under a lush, ancient tree.

Jin Da tossed Zhao Wuji, who was bound tightly like a rice dumpling with special rope, under the tree.

The Immovable Wisdom King no longer had a shred of his former majesty; his face was sallow, his eyes unfocused, and he lacked even the strength to struggle.

Next, Jin Da flicked his fingers, and several tiny golden rays of light landed precisely on the unconscious Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai's body twitched violently as he slowly regained consciousness. Before his mind had even cleared, he felt intense pain throughout his body and a fear that seeped into his very marrow.

Jin Da's gaze swept over Tang San, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun, who were bound by the soul power whip and filled with terror, as well as Dai Mubai, who had just woken up in a daze of fear.

His eyes were cold. Without any wasted movement, he simply flicked his finger—

Several sharp, yet perfectly controlled golden rays of light shot out!

Chi chi chi...

A series of soft tearing sounds echoed.

The clothing of all five—Tang San, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, and even the paralyzed Zhao Wuji—from their outer robes to their undergarments, was instantly shattered into countless fragments, fluttering down like falling butterflies!

"Ah—!" Ma Hongjun and Oscar let out instinctive screams of terror, scrambling to cover their private parts in a state of mortified shame.

Tang San's face turned deathly pale; he bit his lip hard, his eyes filled with humiliation and towering hatred.

Yet he knew better than anyone that any resistance at this moment was futile. He could only endure it, turning slightly to the side in an attempt to shield himself.

Dai Mubai had just regained consciousness only to be met with such a humiliating disgrace, especially when he felt the countless gazes surrounding him.

In particular, when those gazes landed on his lower body—filled with shock, realization, and then undisguised contempt and mockery—he felt the world go black, wishing he could die on the spot!

That empty, limp "lucky bag" had completely exposed his dignity and his secret to the public eye!

Zhao Wuji was trembling with shame and fury. As a Spirit Saint, when had he ever suffered such an insult?

But bound by ropes and suppressed by Jin Da's aura, he couldn't even circulate his spirit power. He could only close his eyes and play dead.