Getting Wang Dong Under Control, Wang Dong's Golden Dragon Spear

Shrek Academy covered an enormous area, with wide open spaces separating its buildings.

After Ye Ming and Wang Dong left the dormitory, Wang Dong stopped directly in the clearing outside. Turning around, he crooked a finger at Ye Ming.

"Come on. Otherwise, if I make the first move, you won't even get the chance to summon your martial soul!"

Arrogant.

Provocative.

As the young sect master of the Haotian Sect, Wang Dong had every confidence that he could crush anyone of his generation.

Unfortunately, he had encountered Ye Ming, the Imperial Auspicious Beast who possessed the bloodlines of both the Gold and Silver Dragons.

Facing Wang Dong's provocation, Ye Ming said nothing. With a stomp of his foot, he shot toward Wang Dong like a storm.

His fist wind surged, enveloping Wang Dong within it.

He had not used his martial soul, nor had he even used a tenth of his strength.

Wang Dong was startled by Ye Ming's speed, but the Radiant Goddess Butterfly had granted him an agile body.

As the fist wind bore down on him, he crossed his arms before his chest.

Bang!

When Ye Ming's fist landed, Wang Dong felt as though he had been struck by a Clear Sky Hammer. He staggered back several steps before barely managing to steady himself.

At once, the look in Wang Dong's eyes changed as he stared at Ye Ming.

That strength is insane! This guy is a complete freak! Wang Dong secretly swung his arms behind his back, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Use whatever methods you like and defeat me!" Ye Ming crooked a finger at Wang Dong. "Your boss will make you submit wholeheartedly."

"Don't get so smug! It's still too early to say who'll win!!"

After that one punch, Wang Dong knew he was no match for Ye Ming in raw strength. But there was no way he would admit defeat so easily!

A yellow and a purple soul ring rose beneath his feet. A pair of blue butterfly wings instantly spread open, their forewing tips shifting through deep blue, azure, and pale blue. The entire wing surface resembled a blue sky set with a string of brilliant halos.

With a flap of his wings, Wang Dong floated into the air and looked down at Ye Ming from above.

"Idiot, did that scare you stupid?"

"Have you ever seen a genius whose second soul ring is a thousand-year soul ring?"

"If you surrender now, your boss might go easy on you."

The smile on Ye Ming's face grew brighter. The first step to getting Wang Dong under control was to completely crush his pride.

He crooked his finger again, still showing no intention of summoning his martial soul.

"Arrogant! Winged Guillotine!!"

At the entrance to the dormitory, the old man reclining in a lounge chair slightly raised his head. A glint of curiosity flashed through his murky eyes as he watched Ye Ming and Wang Dong with interest.

At the same time, in the Martial Soul Department's monitoring room, Zhou Yi enlarged the surveillance screen showing Ye Ming and Wang Dong's fight.

She leisurely took a sip of tea. "The Radiant Goddess Butterfly is quite a good prospect."

Pfft!

Zhou Yi spat out her tea, staring fixedly at the screen. "What kind of monster is this brat?!"

"He actually caught a hundred-year soul skill with his bare hands!"

She could no longer sit still and immediately got up to find her superiors.

One minute earlier,

Wang Dong had swung his Winged Guillotine, sweeping toward Ye Ming at incredible speed.

Yet Ye Ming neither dodged nor evaded. Golden scales faintly emerged over his palm, and he grabbed the incoming Winged Guillotine in one motion.

Under Wang Dong's horrified gaze, Ye Ming slammed him viciously into the ground, blasting a huge crater into the earth.

Amid the dust, Wang Dong coughed dryly and stubbornly unleashed his thousand-year soul skill, Butterfly God's Light!

The golden patterns on his butterfly wings fired clusters of small light orbs straight at Ye Ming.

"Good!"

Ye Ming shouted and, without caring that it was a thousand-year soul skill, smashed apart every incoming orb with his fists!

The light orbs exploded, but they failed to harm Ye Ming in the slightest.

He looked at Wang Dong through the dust. "Is that all you've got?"

"It's not over yet!!"

Wang Dong violently flapped his wings, instantly charging before Ye Ming. At the same time, the Radiant Goddess Butterfly behind him vanished, and a pink Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his left hand!

He used no technique. Simply gripping the pink Clear Sky Hammer, he swung it directly at Ye Ming's face.

Though the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul had no soul rings attached to it, its tremendous weight, combined with Wang Dong's full force, was something no ordinary person could withstand.

But Ye Ming was no ordinary person!

What he wanted was to utterly destroy Wang Dong's pride.

As the hammer wind came crashing down, golden scales appeared over Ye Ming's right hand. Then he drove a fist straight into the pink hammerhead.

Crack! Crack!

Cracks spread across the Clear Sky Hammer. The next instant, it exploded with a thunderous blast.

That single punch had shattered even the Clear Sky Hammer martial soul.

A trace of blood seeped from Wang Dong's lips as he stumbled back two steps, both hands trembling violently.

He looked up at Ye Ming, whose clothes were not even stained, and his eyes suddenly reddened.

Ever since he was young, everything had gone smoothly for him in the Haotian Sect.

Among those his age, no one had ever been able to fight him.

Yet in his very first battle after arriving at Shrek Academy, he had been beaten so badly by someone his own age that he could not even fight back.

What was more, that person had not even summoned his martial soul.

Wang Dong stood there in a daze, but Ye Ming had no intention of showing him any mercy.

He did not dare touch the divine consciousness of Tang San hidden within Wang Dong's spiritual sea, but while Wang Dong could not use that shameless move, Sea God's Descent, he could take this chance to firmly get Wang Dong under control!

"Oh? Why are you crying?"

"So that's all a twin martial soul can do?"

Ye Ming folded his arms. "Out of tricks? You convinced now? Call me Boss and let me hear it."

Wang Dong's eyes grew even redder. He clenched his fists tightly, and the spiritual fluctuations around him became increasingly intense.

"I haven't lost yet!!"

"Come out and cripple him for me!"

Suddenly, he shouted. He clenched his right hand, placed it against his brow, and pulled hard. A long spear, brilliant gold from end to end, slowly emerged from his forehead.

Faintly visible upon it was a layer of dark patterns—not scales, but subtle dragon-shaped markings.

The instant the spear appeared, dragon roars echoed through the air.

Ye Ming's heart instantly began pounding. So that was it. After Wang Qiuer had taken human form, she had only retained the Golden Dragon bloodline, while the Golden Dragon Spear had vanished.

It turned out Tang San had not yet placed that strand of Tang Wutong's divine consciousness into Wang Qiuer, nor had he given her the Golden Dragon Spear.

In other words, Wang Dong's spiritual sea concealed not only a strand of Tang San's divine consciousness, but also this divine artifact—the Golden Dragon Spear!

Ye Ming was curious whether this Golden Dragon Spear was more powerful than the two dragon spears in his own spiritual sea.

But this was clearly not the time to worry about that.

He was truly afraid Wang Dong would pull out the Golden Dragon Spear at all costs and alert Tang San in the Divine Realm.

Then he would be utterly screwed.

"Get back in there!"

Ye Ming stepped forward and slapped Wang Dong's hand, the one still pulling out the Golden Dragon Spear. With that slap, he sent the Golden Dragon Spear straight back into Wang Dong's spiritual sea.

That slap completely stunned Wang Dong.

His hand hung in midair, and for a moment, he did not know what to do.

"What are you looking at? Your move takes way too long to wind up." Ye Ming laughed. "Out of moves now, right? Call me Boss!"

Wang Dong's eyes reddened again. Seizing the instant Ye Ming let his guard down, he suddenly pounced, knocking Ye Ming to the ground. His pale fist came down toward Ye Ming's face.

Unfortunately, Ye Ming was far too strong. He grabbed Wang Dong's fist, twisted with his waist and abdomen, and pinned him beneath him.

Ye Ming sat across his waist, holding both of Wang Dong's hands above his head with one hand while lifting his chin with the other. Chuckling, he said, "Trying to go back on your word?"

"Do you believe I'll strip you naked and throw you onto the training field?"