The Demolition Office's Holy Son Teaches Zhao Wuji a Lesson Online!

The small village outside Suotuo City was currently immersed in an eerie atmosphere.

Su Yun, dressed in fine silk and brocade, stood out among the villagers and commoner soul masters in their patched clothing like a piece of top-tier mutton-fat jade dropped into a coal pile—so glaring that it was impossible to look at directly.

Ning Rongrong stood in the line, her delicate hands twisting the hem of her skirt tightly.

She was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; where was she not treated like the moon surrounded by stars?

But ever since that Su Yun's Diary (Copy) had inexplicably appeared in her arms, her worldview had begun to collapse.

That bastard named Su Yun in the diary belittled her as worthless, calling her a spoiled little witch and even predicting that she would fall for a sleazy middle-aged man named Oscar in the future.

Ning Rongrong had originally been holding her breath, wanting to come to this Shrek Academy to see if it was as legendary as the diary claimed, and incidentally to see if she could ambush that guy Su Yun and smash her Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda right onto his forehead.

But now, Su Yun had truly appeared.

Not only had he appeared, but he was also followed by two young girls who were in no way inferior to her.

The one called Xiao Wu had charming, moving rabbit ears, her eyes filled with an innate wildness and agility;

As for the one called Zhu Zhuqing, although she was still young, her cold-as-snow temperament and her almost rule-breaking, explosive figure made even Ning Rongrong feel a sense of frustration.

So these are the Rogue Rabbit and the top-tier cat mentioned in that bastard's diary?

Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth. The aura she usually carried—that of a young lady descending and expecting others to kneel—inexplicably weakened by half when she saw Su Yun's gesture of affectionately ruffling Xiao Wu's hair.

She thought sourly in her heart:

Why?

What makes me any worse than them?

This bastard writes about me like that in his diary, yet he gets to live so comfortably himself?

Su Yun had walked straight toward the dilapidated wooden table at the village entrance.

Behind the table sat the Shrek teacher, Li Yusong.

Li Yusong was currently squinting, clutching a few Gold Soul Coins he had just collected. With that greedy look, he didn't look like a Soul Emperor-level powerhouse at all.

"Registration fee: ten Gold Soul Coins. Once registered, no refunds."

Li Yusong didn't even lift his head, his Dragon Pattern Staff resting across his knees, his tone carrying a sense of lofty arrogance.

"Shrek only recruits monsters, not trash. If you don't have the talent, don't come here to waste money."

Su Yun walked up to the table. Instead of taking out money, he looked at Li Yusong with the gaze one might reserve for a fraudulent pyramid scheme operator.

"Old man, did I hear that right?"

A mocking arc curled at the corner of Su Yun's mouth.

"Ten Gold Soul Coins for a registration fee, and no refund if you aren't accepted? Your business is even more crooked than the biggest Great Soul Arena in Suotuo City. I'm thinking, the annual tuition for a Spirit Hall primary academy is only a few Gold Soul Coins, and that includes room and board. What kind of divine teaching methods do you have here?"

Li Yusong's brow furrowed. He slammed his Dragon Pattern Staff onto the ground with a thud, causing several cracks to spread across the earth.

"Kid, those are the rules of Shrek. Take it or leave it, and if you don't like it, get lost!"

"Rules?"

Su Yun burst into laughter, his voice filled with disdain.

"A grassroots operation that doesn't even have a permit from the Ministry of Education, and can't even provide a simulated cultivation environment, has the nerve to talk about rules?"

Li Yusong's aged face darkened, and the power fluctuations belonging to a Soul Emperor began to emanate faintly.

"What did you say?"

"I said..."

Su Yun's expression turned cold, and he suddenly exerted force with the tip of his foot.

"Bang—!"

With a loud crash, the weather-beaten wooden table instantly shattered into wood shavings under Su Yun's kick!

The Gold Soul Coins that had been on the table were sent flying into the air, looking like a golden rain.

"Operating without a license and defrauding people of their money. I don't think there's any need for this Shrek sign to remain today."

Su Yun said coldly.

"You're courting death!"

Li Yusong was furious. Six Soul Rings (white, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black) instantly rose from beneath his feet, and his Dragon Pattern Staff turned into a streak of light, striking directly at Su Yun.

Although his Soul Ring configuration was extremely poor (the first one was actually white), a Soul Emperor was a Soul Emperor after all.

However, Su Yun merely flicked his folding fan, and a holy golden soul power shielded him like a wall, steadily blocking Li Yusong's strike.

The massive recoil forced Li Yusong to retreat three steps, his old face filled with shock.

"Who is causing trouble here? Do you really think Shrek has no one left!"

A roar like a muffled thunder erupted from deep within the village. Immediately following it, a violent, overbearing, and wild aura surged forth like a tidal wave.

The onlookers and parents were forced to retreat repeatedly by this pressure, and those with weaker cultivation even felt their legs go soft.

A burly man, not tall but as sturdy as an iron tower, strode forward with the gait of a dragon and the steps of a tiger.

With every step he took, the ground seemed to tremble. His muscles were knotted like cast iron, and beneath his fierce, fleshy face, a pair of tiger eyes flickered with a violent light.

The Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji walked over to Li Yusong, looked at the table shattered into splinters, and then at Su Yun, who was radiating a holy aura. He laughed in anger.

"Good, very good! Old Li, is this the brat you said was causing trouble? Young people these days really don't know the immensity of heaven and earth."

Seven Soul Rings spiraled up around him: two yellow, two purple, and three black.

Although the configuration wasn't the absolute peak, the solid pressure of a level 76 Soul Saint was enough to suffocate an ordinary soul master.

Su Yun looked at Zhao Wuji, not only showing no fear but instead revealing an excitement as if he had finally waited for the big boss to appear.

He reached out with his right hand into the void, and that black Diary, invisible to others, appeared out of thin air.

While staring straight at Zhao Wuji, he began to write with flying speed, his demeanor as leisurely as if he were sketching in his own back garden.

[This stupid bear Zhao Wuji is just as brainless as in the original work.]

[He's probably been hiding in the quagmire of Shrek Academy for too long, forgetting what the outside world looks like. Back then, he was hunted by sixteen bishops of Spirit Hall like a stray dog, and in the end, he could only change his name and hide in this poor village to eke out a living.]

[For a guy who only knows how to 'subdue others with force,' if I don't teach him a lesson he'll never forget, he will never understand the majesty of a God-level Martial Soul.]

[Rongrong and Zhuqing are watching from behind. As a qualified teacher—oh no, as a qualified 'life mentor'—today I will let them witness what true dimensional reduction strikes are.]

[Three moves. If I don't dismantle his Shrek within three moves against this big clumsy bear, consider it my loss.]

At this moment, the copies of the Diary in Ning Rongrong and Zhuqing's hands lit up simultaneously.

Both girls lowered their heads and quickly scanned the latest content, their hearts churning like a stormy sea!

Zhuqing's cold eyes were fixed on Zhao Wuji. She never imagined that this teacher, who seemed so arrogant, had such a pathetic past—hunted by sixteen Spirit Hall bishops?

As for Ning Rongrong, her heart gave a jolt.

She had assumed Su Yun was just acting recklessly based on his status, but seeing the line about dismantling Shrek in three moves, her proud heart couldn't help but accelerate.

Could he really do it?

That was a Soul Saint!

Su Yun closed the Diary and looked at Zhao Wuji, his tone as indifferent as if he were asking what was for lunch.

"Zhao Wuji, enough talk. I know your reputation in the soul master world; 'Immovable Wisdom King' sounds loud, but in reality, you're just a sandbag with high defense."

Su Yun stepped forward, and two Soul Rings rose beneath his feet.

Purple.

Black.

When that black Soul Ring representing ten thousand years appeared, the entire village entrance fell into a deathly silence.

Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank, and his original look of contempt vanished without a trace, replaced by extreme gravity.

"A ten-thousand-year Soul Ring as a starter? Who exactly are you!"

"I am the one here to teach you how to be a person."

Behind Su Yun, a massive golden phantom slowly emerged. The holy, judgmental, and majestic aura instantly dispersed Zhao Wuji's wild pressure.

"Zhao Wuji, if you can take three of my moves, I will spare this broken academy of yours. Otherwise, today I will personally raze this place to the ground!"

"Arrogant!"

Zhao Wuji roared, his Vajra Bear Martial Soul instantly possessing him.

"First Soul Skill, Immovable Wisdom King Body!"

At this moment, behind a crooked tree not far away.

Tang San carried his tattered bundle, his face as gloomy as water.

He had originally intended to make a grand display at Shrek Academy, but before even entering the school gate, he saw Su Yun wreaking havoc.

Especially when he saw Xiao Wu and that cold girl standing behind Su Yun, looking at him with anticipation as he fought, Tang San felt as if his heart had been slashed by a rusted steel saw.

"San, stay calm."

Yu Xiaogang's voice sounded from behind, his zombie-like face twisted with jealousy.

"This Su Yun is just relying on his talent. Zhao Wuji is a Soul Saint, a top-tier existence in the soul master world! Su Yun wants to finish Zhao Wuji in three moves? It's pure delusion. We'll just watch here and see how he gets beaten like a dead dog later."

Yu Xiaogang hated Su Yun more than anyone at this moment.

Su Yun had not only stolen his reputation but also caused him to lose all face in Notting City.

He desperately hoped to see Zhao Wuji shatter Su Yun's bones with a single palm.

"Teacher, why does he always linger like a ghost..."

Tang San's voice was hoarse, and the purple hue in his eyes was now faintly tinged with black energy.

"One day, I will kill him with my own hands. With my Tang Sect hidden weapons, I will break his God-level Martial Soul!"

Meanwhile, at the center of the battlefield.

Su Yun sensed the two venomous gazes from afar, but he didn't even turn his head.

Trash belongs in the trash can.

"First move."

Su Yun pressed his fingers together like a blade, and the Judgment Angel behind him suddenly snapped its eyes open.

"Sword of Judgment, descend!"

A colossal golden sword crashed down from the clouds. In that instant, the crumbling roofs of the entire Shrek Academy began to disintegrate under the weight of this holy pressure.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened as he let out a beast-like roar, bracing himself to take the full force of the blow!