A Suicidal Li Yusong

The old man frowned, unable to understand how he had learned his identity. He said in a low voice, "I am Li Yusong."

"Since you know my name, you should understand that injuring students of Shrek Academy comes at a price!"

"A price?" Lu Yuan's gaze turned cold as he asked mockingly, "What price?"

"Hmph! Boy, you beat them into this state, so there is no need for you to keep living. Kill yourself to atone for your sins, and perhaps I may spare the little girl beside you."

Li Yusong advanced step by step, acting utterly domineering.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes. "Old man, is there something wrong with your head?"

"What did you say?" Li Yusong's brows drew together, his face turning cold. "Shrek Academy does not suffer losses. Since you dared to injure students from our academy, this matter will not end peacefully today!"

"What a fine principle—not suffering losses."

Lu Yuan shook his head with a cold laugh. "Let me guess. You idiot probably don't even know that cripple Tang Hao came along too, do you?"

"Hm?"

Li Yusong froze. His rusty brain did not even process what that meant.

Oscar, however, understood. Tang Hao had been hiding in the shadows, yet he had only taken Tang San away and had not attacked Lu Yuan. That was clearly abnormal.

Either Lu Yuan was stronger than Tang Hao, or he had allies hiding in the dark whom Tang Hao feared.

No matter the reason, it meant Lu Yuan was someone they could not afford to provoke.

This time, they had truly kicked an iron plate!

Oscar hurriedly warned him, "Teacher Li Yusong, let this go. Fatty and Dai Mubai aren't dead yet. They can still be saved."

Li Yusong frowned. "Oscar, what are you saying? Shrek Academy absolutely cannot swallow this humiliation in silence. Otherwise, anyone will be able to step all over us in the future."

"Old dog, it seems you truly have dementia. You were given a chance to live, yet you couldn't even seize it."

Lu Yuan snorted. Ice Dragon Wings spread from his back, while one yellow, two purple, and one black Soul Ring rose beneath his feet.

Sky-Propelling Gold-Rending Thorn.

His third Soul Ring lit up. A layer of dark golden radiance spread across the Sky-Holding Spear in his hand, and he shot straight toward Li Yusong like an arrow loosed from its bow.

"A Ten Thousand Year fourth Soul Ring?"

Li Yusong's expression changed slightly, but he swiftly suppressed his surprise. A long staff covered in countless intricate patterns appeared in his right hand, while one white, two yellow, three purple, and one black Soul Ring rose beneath his feet.

Hmph, so what if his fourth ring was ten thousand years old?

He was a Soul Emperor above level sixty. Could this boy possibly defeat him by crossing two ranks?

What a joke!

The commotion attracted more and more spectators, who formed a wide circle in the distance.

"Gasp! He's a level-sixty Soul Emperor. That handsome young man is in danger."

"Not necessarily. That Soul Emperor's Soul Ring configuration is far inferior to the young man's."

"That may be true, but the gap in Soul Power cultivation cannot be made up for by Soul Ring configuration alone."

The watching Soul Masters discussed the likely outcome of the battle.

Oscar did not care about their discussion at all. He was secretly breaking out in a cold sweat for Li Yusong.

No matter how this battle ended, Li Yusong would likely meet a terrible end today.

Zhu Zhuqing, on the other hand, fixed her gaze on the one yellow, two purple, and one black Soul Rings beneath Lu Yuan's feet, a strange glimmer appearing in her eyes.

In the field, Li Yusong's fifth Soul Ring lit up, and a layer of purple light rose across the patterns on the surface of his Dragon-Patterned Staff.

The entire staff abruptly expanded and thickened as it met Lu Yuan's Sky-Holding Spear head-on.

He had expected to suppress Lu Yuan's spear with ease, but reality slapped him hard in the face. He discovered, to his shock, that his strength was actually inferior to Lu Yuan's!

His arm went numb from the violent impact. The stone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and the force drove him back more than ten consecutive steps!

"Ah! Sixth Soul Skill—Dragon-Splitting Staff!"

Li Yusong's expression changed drastically. His sixth Soul Ring abruptly lit up, and the staff in his hand split into three sections, transforming into a three-section staff.

The three-section staff whistled as it spun. Three staff shadows twisted and coiled from different angles, seeking to entangle Lu Yuan's Sky-Holding Spear.

"You want to disarm me? Keep dreaming."

Lu Yuan sneered and retreated swiftly. Power surged throughout his body as he unleashed Sky-Propelling: River Severance, sweeping his spear horizontally to meet the three-section staff head-on.

Clang—

A deafening collision exploded. Spear light burst forth, and the Soul Power chains linking the three staff sections could not withstand the pressure. With a bang, they snapped apart instantly.

Li Yusong's pupils contracted sharply. A sense of danger rose in his heart, his throat sweetened, and he violently spat out a mist of blood.

Lu Yuan seized the opening and thrust his spear swiftly toward his abdomen.

"Argh!!"

Li Yusong's eyes widened as he let out a miserable scream. The Soul Power throughout his body instantly fell into chaos, and his life force rapidly drained away.

Lu Yuan withdrew his spear, then drove it in twice more.

With a thud, Li Yusong completely lost his life.

Oscar stood frozen in place, his face pale as paper. Looking at Li Yusong's corpse, he found it difficult even to breathe.

The surrounding Soul Masters had not expected Lu Yuan to kill someone above his rank. The scene erupted into an uproar once more.

Lu Yuan swept his gaze over the crowd. No one dared meet his eyes, and in an instant, they scattered in panic.

"Teacher Li..." Oscar walked forward in a daze, gathered Li Yusong's cold body into his arms, and burst into tears.

Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh. "A Soul Emperor with this little strength? My verdict is that he was far inferior to an eight-thousand-year Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear. I could solo one six years ago."

An old fool like Li Yusong, who did not know his own limits, was merely a minor character. Lu Yuan did not even have any interest in tormenting him.

Since he had dared to seek death on his own initiative, he should have been prepared to die. There was no need for mercy at all.

Oscar's entire body suddenly shuddered. He lowered his head, his eyes bloodshot, while the grief and fury in his chest nearly exploded.

Yet having witnessed Li Yusong being killed across ranks, the fear in his heart held him down tightly.

Though filled with grief and indignation, he still did not dare rush forward to confront Lu Yuan.

So strong! He said he had been confident of killing Li Yusong six years ago. I don't know whether that's true, but his fourth Soul Ring is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, and he doesn't look very old. He should even be younger than Dai Mubai. That alone proves he is an unparalleled genius...

Zhu Zhuqing felt little about Li Yusong's death. Instead, her thoughts were focused on Lu Yuan.

"Heh. 'Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre'? That's nothing but bullying the weak and fearing the strong." Lu Yuan mocked them lightly, took Dugu Yan's hand, and returned to the hotel.

Oscar clenched his fists tighter. At that moment, he felt his own helplessness and desperately wished he were a combat-type Soul Master.

Only after Lu Yuan entered the hotel did he hurriedly say, "Zhuqing, we can't stay at this hotel any longer."

"We must find another place to settle Dai Mubai and the others. I'll stay behind to care for them, while you return to Shrek and inform the dean. Bring Teacher Li's body back to the academy for burial."

Zhu Zhuqing looked toward the direction Lu Yuan had disappeared, a faint curiosity rising in her heart. She wanted to go in and ask about his origins.

But when she considered the situation between the two sides, she suppressed the thought.