Teacher Wu, Eat My Thousand Years of Death!

Wu Zhangkong's brows furrowed tightly. After teaching them for some time, he knew clearly that these two were by no means the type to surrender without a fight.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have risked trouble just to beat up students from the senior division.

"What is the meaning of this? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, you'll be adding twenty laps to your training today," Wu Zhangkong said, his tone icy.

Xie Xie spread his hands, looking helpless as he said:

"I can't help it. I simply can't muster a shred of hostility toward little brother Qian Jue. Furthermore, I feel that the moment I develop any hostility, my martial soul is subjected to intense suppression."

Tang Wulin nodded in agreement, chiming in: "It's the same for me, and it feels even more severe than what Xie Xie described..."

When he heard Wu Zhangkong order him to spar with Qian Jue, the mere thought of being hostile toward him made his knees go weak, as if the endless well of strength in his body had been drained in an instant.

It was as if his own body was instinctively resisting the act of opposing Qian Jue.

After hearing their accounts, Wu Zhangkong fell into deep thought.

He knew that there were restraining relationships between martial souls, and even phenomena where higher-order existences suppressed lower-order ones.

But he had never seen anyone like Qian Jue, who possessed such absolute suppression over dragon-attribute martial soul masters, in all his years.

The only one capable of such a feat was likely that legendary figure, the Light and Dark Douluo, Long Yeyue.

Though that elderly woman was hot-tempered, irritable, and eccentric, her strength was universally acknowledged as formidable.

Before the Sky-Prop Douluo had fully risen to prominence, she had been the ballast of Shrek Academy.

Wu Zhangkong was curious; even with the Radiant Sacred Dragon and Dark Sacred Dragon—two true dragon-level martial souls—could they force Xie Xie and Tang Wulin to be unable to muster a shred of hostility without relying on a cultivation advantage, purely through the martial soul itself?

"I see. In that case, the conditions for entering the class have changed."

Wu Zhangkong stepped back a few paces. The temperature in the air dropped, and a long frost sword appeared quietly in his hand.

"I will not use my battle armor, and I will only use the cultivation of a Spirit Ancestor. If you can make me take a single step back, you pass."

Xie Xie's face fell, as if he had just bitten into a bitter melon.

Teacher Wu is too mean, he thought. A Spirit Emperor bullying a few Spirit Masters and Great Spirit Masters? Even without battle armor and with suppressed spirit power, he's still a stat-monster to us.

Tang Wulin felt equally depressed.

You terrible man, you really are terrible.

When did Teacher Wu become so mean? Isn't this just blatantly trying to stop little brother Qian Jue from joining our class?

A thought even crossed Tang Wulin's mind: if Qian Jue went to another class, he would transfer too.

Gu Yue, however, was quite happy.

Hehe, when the fight starts, I'll have to hold back as much as I can.

Once they lost, she could comfort little Xiao Qian, and they could switch classes or even schools together, escaping the Golden Dragon King and having Xiao Qian all to herself.

"Alright, it's a deal."

Qian Jue turned around and smiled faintly, his eyes as clear as a lake.

"My primary martial soul is of the support type. I ask the three of you to give it your all. Please."

The airy words landed in their ears like a heavy hammer striking their hearts.

"Damn it! So what if he's a Spirit Emperor? My daggers aren't dull either!" Xie Xie immediately drew the Light Dragon Dagger and Shadow Dragon Dagger, readying himself for battle.

Tang Wulin clenched his fists, golden flames reflecting in his eyes, his body radiating a sense of tragic resolve.

Even Gu Yue, who had been planning to slack off, was now brimming with fighting spirit.

This is a request from my wife, I must take it seriously!

Watching the three of them suddenly perk up, Wu Zhangkong felt a flicker of wariness.

Soon, everyone took their positions.

Xie Xie and Tang Wulin took the vanguard, while Gu Yue stood beside Qian Jue.

The three of them guarded Qian Jue at the center like stars surrounding the moon. The fighting spirit on them... no, Wu Zhangkong felt that what he saw in their eyes was rapidly turning into killing intent.

"Charge!"

Qian Jue shouted, and the Dragon Rising Pillar erupted from beneath his feet as two black spirit rings pulsed around his body.

A ten-thousand-year spirit ring, and Spirit Sea-level mental power!

Without the slightest hesitation, knowing the gap in cultivation, only by giving their all could they hope to bridge it.

Innate Domain: Ten Thousand Dragons.

Activate!

"First Spirit Skill: Indomitable Overlord!"

"Second Spirit Skill: Sin of Wrath!"

Two spirit rings lit up simultaneously, granting buffs to the trio.

"A method of distraction control?" Seeing this, Wu Zhangkong's expression shifted to one of surprise.

Though he had been decadent for a long time, his knowledge remained intact, and he could tell at a glance that Qian Jue's technique shared the same principles as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's distraction control.

After receiving the buffs, Xie Xie and Tang Wulin simultaneously fell into a state of berserk rage, gaining the "Dragon Blood Boiling" effect.

However, due to the nature of their first soul skills, Tang Wulin and Xie Xie managed to retain their sanity.

All attributes increased by twenty percent, strength by forty-five percent, soul skill power by an additional thirty percent, and mental power by forty percent.

With this set of stacked bonuses, both of their auras broke through the two-ring level, rapidly approaching the peak of the Soul Grandmaster rank.

"Ah, does this power truly belong to me?"

Xie Xie swung his Light Dragon Daggers through the air, his face filled with disbelief. Was this really him?

Tang Wulin's sensation was even more intense than Xie Xie's. As Qian Jue's soul power surged into him, he felt every pore on his body cheering with joy.

It was completely different from the feeling he had when he wanted to oppose Qian Jue; at this moment, Tang Wulin felt his condition was unprecedentedly good.

Power flowed from within his body in an endless stream.

Indeed, he could not lose Qian Jue, just as a person could not live without fine food.

"Xie Xie, flank from the side and follow my orders! Tang Wulin, frontal assault!"

Qian Jue sat high atop the Dragon Rising Pillar, issuing commands to his subjects like a monarch.

"Wind's Agility."

Gu Yue waved her delicate hand, and Tang Wulin and Xie Xie, who were charging at the forefront, were blessed by the wind element, their bodies becoming even lighter.

Xie Xie held his twin daggers, launching an offensive against Wu Zhangkong with extraordinary speed.

The rhythm of his attacks was as dense as raindrops, forcing Wu Zhangkong to activate his soul skills, unleashing multiple frost sword auras to parry and neutralize Xie Xie's strikes one by one.

"For Qian Jue!"

Tang Wulin roared, his legs exerting sudden force, cracking the concrete floor beneath him.

Seeing Tang Wulin's eyes bloodshot, his breathing heavy like an ox, and his fist flying toward him like a cannonball, Wu Zhangkong was momentarily stunned.

Where is your Blue Silver Grass martial soul?

Tang Wulin closed the distance rapidly, throwing a punch straight at Wu Zhangkong's face.

The female students and teachers watching from the sidelines let out a gasp.

"My god, is the ice-cold heartthrob actually about to get slapped in the face?"

"These students are truly wicked."

But then they saw Qian Jue standing on the Dragon Rising Pillar, his adorable, delicate face evoking such pity that they quickly changed their tune.

"Wow, whose child is this? He's so beautiful."

"Support the beautiful little brother in defeating the evil ice-cold heartthrob."

Hmph, women.

Golden light surged on Tang Wulin's right arm, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

Facing this powerful, heavy punch, Wu Zhangkong instantly thrust out hundreds of frost marks, weaving them into a sword cocoon to wrap himself tightly.

In the distance, Gu Yue unleashed her strongest attack: Elemental Tide, Four Elements Fusion!

The Golden Dragon Claw and the Elemental Dragon struck the sword cocoon simultaneously, and with a crisp sound, the cocoon shattered instantly.

"Now!"

Qian Jue gave a light shout, and Xie Xie, who had just been forced back, emerged from the shadows.

"Take this, Light and Dark Thousand Years Kill!"

Xie Xie crouched behind Wu Zhangkong, waiting exactly for this moment.

Right now, he was at the peak of the Soul Grandmaster rank.

He thrust the Light and Dark Twin Dragon Daggers toward that indescribable location, the angle tricky and the speed so fast it was staggering.

Such a devious move, yet it was surprisingly effective at this moment.

Come on, Teacher Wu, the moment of choice is here!

Will you obediently dodge and admit defeat, or will you taste my Thousand Years Kill?

Xie Xie laughed wildly; the former version of himself would never have had such courage or power.

As expected, Lord Xiao Qian is the lucky star of my life.

I must make him stay in my class and forge a childhood-friend pact.

Gu Yue's brows furrowed tightly; for some reason, her disgust toward Xie Xie grew even more.

But for now, resolving the situation with Wu Zhangkong was the priority.

With another manipulation of the four elements—fusing ice, fire, wind, and earth—a pulsating blue fireball flew toward Wu Zhangkong.

Tang Wulin showed no intention of dodging, continuing his relentless assault like a humanoid tyrannosaur.

Feeling the chill rapidly approaching his crotch, Wu Zhangkong's face turned livid.

Damn it, these little brats are really going all out.

"You pass!"

Wu Zhangkong roared through gritted teeth, then erupted with the cultivation of a Soul Emperor, forcibly blasting Xie Xie—along with his weapon—away with a single shockwave.