Great Strength Vajra Bear, Bai Yi's Monstrous Talent

Zhao Wuji suddenly shook both arms, sending Soul Power surging wildly through his body.

The Golden Cudgel embedded before him was forced away by a burst of brute strength, flying backward in an arc through the air.

Just then, a golden cloud streaked through the air above the forest.

Bai Yi rode the Somersault Cloud as he dove down at high speed, reaching out to steadily catch the Golden Cudgel flying back at him.

A layer of blinding golden lightning clung to the staff, crackling and hissing.

Using the Somersault Cloud's momentum, he spun halfway around and swept out with his staff.

Golden lightning trailed from the tip of the staff in a dazzling tail as it lashed viciously across Zhao Wuji's chest.

Zhao Wuji had no time to react at all.

His entire body was blasted off the ground and sent hurtling like a cannonball toward the tree behind him.

With a sharp crack, the tree—so thick it would take two people to wrap their arms around it—was smashed in half by his impact and crashed down.

Zhao Wuji slid down from the broken trunk and dropped to one knee, his chest charred black.

Bai Yi landed with the Golden Cudgel in hand, the golden lightning around it slowly fading away.

He looked coldly at Zhao Wuji and said, "Zhao Wuji, you really have thick skin. You actually tried to throw your weight around and force my people to join that godforsaken Shrek of yours."

Xiao Wu stood at the edge of the field, both hands covering her mouth.

Her lively eyes were filled with excitement and longing, along with a trace of resentment.

It was as though she blamed Bai Yi for leaving without a word.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the crowd, her gaze fixed on Bai Yi as well.

Her eyes held an indescribable emotion—yearning, but also melancholy.

The boy who had descended from the sky to save her back then had now grown even taller.

Tang San, however, felt completely differently.

Back when he was six years old at Nuoding Academy, Bai Yi had defeated him with a single strike of his staff, a clean and decisive loss.

From that day on, he had trained relentlessly, thinking every day of washing away that humiliation.

He had thought that even if he could not catch up to Bai Yi, he could at least narrow the gap.

But now, when he sensed the Soul Ancestor-level Soul Power fluctuations coming from Bai Yi, it was as though a basin of ice water had been poured over him.

Tang San clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Zhao Wuji rose from beneath the fallen tree and brushed the wood chips from his body.

He looked up at Bai Yi, and when his gaze fell upon the four Soul Rings slowly rising beneath Bai Yi's feet, he froze.

Purple, purple, black, black.

Four Soul Rings revolved around Bai Yi, giving off a profound sheen.

Zhao Wuji's mouth fell slightly open and did not close for a long while.

His first and second Soul Rings were thousand-year rings, while his third and fourth were both over ten thousand years old.

He had cultivated for most of his life before reaching the rank of Soul Sage, yet his Soul Ring configuration was only two yellow, two purple, and three black.

And this twelve-year-old boy's Soul Ring quality already surpassed more than half of his own configuration.

Zhao Wuji asked instinctively, "Which sect or clan are you from?"

Bai Yi sneered. "You don't even recognize your own ancestor anymore?"

Zhao Wuji's face instantly turned livid.

Gritting his teeth, he said, "You little brat, today I'll teach you what it means to respect your elders."

Zhao Wuji let out an angry roar, and all seven Soul Rings around him lit up at once.

His seventh Soul Ring blazed with black light as his body suddenly expanded.

A golden giant bear phantom over four meters tall enveloped him. Its muscles were knotted and powerful, radiating a terrifying pressure.

Martial Soul Avatar, Great Strength Vajra Bear.

Immediately afterward, his third and fourth Soul Rings flashed in succession.

Gravity Enhancement and Lock-On Tracking activated at the same time.

A heavy pressure closed in on Bai Yi from all directions.

Tang San stood at the edge of the field, his eyes fixed tightly on the battle.

Teacher Zhao was finally getting serious.

He clenched his fists, complex emotions churning within him.

Teacher Zhao, you have to thoroughly defeat that arrogant bastard.

He wanted to see Bai Yi fail miserably.

Bai Yi felt the layer of gravitational suppression pressing down on him, yet his expression did not change in the slightest.

The Indestructible Diamond Body within him activated on its own, and that pressure was like drifting clouds, completely incapable of affecting him.

It seemed that this kind of suppression-type soul skill, even when used by a Soul Sage, was already almost useless against him.

Zhao Wuji let out a furious roar. The phantom of the Great Strength Vajra Palm condensed over his right hand and came crashing down toward Bai Yi's head.

That palm carried the force to crush everything, compressing the air until it exploded with a deafening boom.

Bai Yi did not retreat.

Gripping the Golden Cudgel with both hands, he swept it upward to meet the palm.

The instant the staff and palm collided, a visible shockwave exploded outward.

The gravel on the ground was jolted half a foot into the air, while the surrounding grass and trees were flattened outward in unison.

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had actually been blocked.

He had activated his Martial Soul Avatar and used all his strength, yet he still could not suppress the boy before him.

The recoil transmitted through the Golden Cudgel was as heavy as a mountain.

Shock surged endlessly through Zhao Wuji's heart.

A level-seventy-six Soul Sage had actually lost to a twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor in terms of strength?

How was that possible?

Bai Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting for an instant.

He felt a little excited.

He suddenly exerted force, driving the Golden Cudgel forward and forcing Zhao Wuji's bear paw back.

Then his wrist turned, and the staff's afterimages poured forth like a torrential downpour.

Strike after strike came crashing down, each faster and heavier than the last.

Zhao Wuji was forced onto the defensive, crossing his arms to block as his arms went numb from the impacts.

He had never expected a Soul Ancestor to push him this far.

In just a few breaths, the two exchanged dozens of blows. Fist shadows and staff shadows intertwined and collided, while the resulting shockwaves ravaged the surrounding ground into a complete mess.

Dai Mubai swallowed, his voice somewhat dry as he said:

"This guy... he's actually evenly matched with Teacher Zhao."

He had personally experienced Zhao Wuji's strength before.

Against Zhao Wuji's Martial Soul Avatar, he could not withstand even a single move.

Yet Bai Yi was facing him head-on, and even seemed to hold a faint advantage.

The excitement Oscar had felt after obtaining his third soul ring had completely vanished.

Looking at the black-haired figure wielding a staff in the center of the battlefield, he muttered:

"This is what a real monster looks like."

The more Zhao Wuji fought, the more enraged he became.

He was the mighty Fudo Myoo, yet a child had forced him into such a state. How could he ever hold his head high if word got out?

He suddenly took a deep breath, his chest swelling sharply.

Great Strength Vajra Roar.

A visible soundwave burst from his mouth, carrying violent Soul Power as it crashed toward Bai Yi.

The soundwave gouged a trench through the ground and uprooted the surrounding grass and trees.

Bai Yi did not dodge.

He merely tilted his head slightly. A golden glint flashed across his forehead, and Copper Head and Iron Arms instantly covered his entire body.

The soundwave slammed fiercely into him, shattering the ground beneath his feet once more.

But Bai Yi's body did not move in the slightest.

When the soundwave dispersed, he still stood where he was, without even a wrinkle in his clothes.

Completely unharmed.

Zhao Wuji's expression froze completely.

Just then, a crisp yet spoiled voice rang out from the edge of the battlefield:

"Hmph, you stinking black bear! Bullying the young with your strength—you really have no shame at all. Let this young lady teach you a lesson."