Time Reigned Supreme, Space Ruled King, Hidden Weapons... Even Dogs Despised Them!

"Already a Soul Emperor at your age? Too weak."

Ye Chen raised a hand and grabbed the Dragon-Patterned Staff.

After all, he possessed a Body Martial Soul. His physical strength far surpassed that of weapon-type Soul Masters, and taking an attack head-on from someone of the same rank was no problem.

A dull thud rang out, like a hammer striking thick cowhide. Ye Chen's palm pressed against the staff's tip, and even his wrist did not bend.

"You..."

Li Yusong's pupils contracted sharply.

The Dragon-Patterned Staff had been forcibly stopped by that hand, unable to advance even an inch further.

The remaining force of the staff burst out to either side, blasting two enormous craters into the ground.

"He caught a Soul Emperor's attack barehanded!"

"Ye Chen, you're practically a monster!"

Ning Rongrong cried out excitedly.

She guessed that Ye Chen's Soul Power was at least level forty-five, perhaps even level fifty.

Otherwise, when Li Yusong's first soul skill came down, Ye Chen could never have caught it with his bare hands.

"What kind of monster is he?"

Xiao Wu stared, dumbfounded.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, she knew full well just how terrifying Ye Chen's strength was.

He had not summoned his martial soul or his Soul Rings, yet he had blocked a Soul Emperor's first soul skill with physical strength alone.

Even a Soul Saint probably could not accomplish that!

"Why was someone his age so powerful?"

Tang San clenched his fists tightly.

His teacher had said that he possessed Twin Martial Souls, that he was an unparalleled genius no inferior to Pope Bibi Dong, destined to become the center of the continent.

Yet he had relied on the Tang Sect's Mysterious Heaven Skill to cultivate, only reaching level twenty-nine Soul Power at twelve years old.

If he added hidden weapons into the mix, he was somewhat confident that he could deal with the level sixty-three Li Yusong.

"Could it be the Golden Bell Shield or Iron Shirt?"

Tang San suddenly understood.

Since he could cultivate the Mysterious Heaven Skill, perhaps great clans had similar cultivation methods as well.

Ye Chen clearly came from a great clan. Cultivating the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt at such a young age still counted as extraordinary talent.

If Teacher Li Yusong got serious, Ye Chen definitely would not be his match.

"Sixth soul skill, Dragon-Patterned Revival!"

The black Soul Ring beneath Li Yusong lit up, and the dragon-shaped inscriptions on the Dragon-Patterned Staff suddenly began to writhe.

The phantom of an entire golden dragon peeled away from the staff, coiling around him as it spun. Its head lifted high, and it opened its mouth in a silent roar.

Then, the golden dragon left his body. Its draconic might sealed off the entire area, leaving Ye Chen nowhere to dodge.

Li Yusong had already failed in one move. He had to suppress Ye Chen as quickly as possible to restore Shrek Academy's dignity.

"Since you insist on fighting, I'll accompany you to the end."

Silver light flickered in Ye Chen's eyes.

Two purple and three black Soul Rings slowly descended beneath his feet.

That outrageous Soul Ring configuration nearly made everyone present drop their jaws. It completely defied all theory.

"The first Soul Ring is a thousand years old, and the third Soul Ring is ten thousand years old. Why was it completely different from Teacher's theory?"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

He told himself that it was all fake, an illusion Ye Chen had created.

Yet beneath Tang San's Purple Demon Eyes, those Soul Rings remained unchanged.

"Second soul skill, Void Imprisonment."

The purple Soul Ring beneath Ye Chen lit up.

The space around Li Yusong warped, resembling the distorted air above an asphalt road in summer heat.

All space within a one-meter radius around Li Yusong was imprisoned by spatial power.

Whether it was the golden dragon revived from the Dragon-Patterned Staff or Li Yusong himself, both would be frozen in place, unable to move.

"Third soul skill, Spatial Severing."

Ye Chen's first black Soul Ring lit up.

Immediately afterward, a silver line slashed out of the void, precisely striking the golden dragon phantom's throat.

The silver line cut through its scales, passed through its neck, and burst out from its back. The entire golden dragon was cleaved apart in midair, blasting two deep trenches into the ground.

Whoosh!

Ye Chen's figure flashed.

In the next instant, Ye Chen appeared out of thin air behind him.

He raised his foot and kicked fiercely, landing squarely on Li Yusong's back just as Void Imprisonment was released.

Li Yusong nearly fell flat on his face. Fortunately, he planted the Dragon-Patterned Staff against the ground in time and avoided falling.

"Kid, you're courting death!"

Humiliated, Li Yusong charged at Ye Chen without a care for anything else.

He was an old man in his fifties or sixties. Having been toyed with by a child today, how could he ever face anyone if word got out?

"How laughable."

Ye Chen swung out two Spatial Severings.

Two silver threads landed on Li Yusong's shoulder and waist, sending him flying backward.

Although the wounds from Spatial Severing were thin, white bone and even his kidney could be seen, showing just how deep the cuts were.

"Teacher Li!"

Tang San immediately rushed forward.

He reached out and pressed Li Yusong's acupoints, temporarily stopping the blood from pouring out.

With injuries this severe, Li Yusong would need at least three months to half a year of recuperation before he could possibly recover.

"How could you try to kill Teacher Li?"

Tang San frowned deeply.

In the Tang Sect of his previous life, the hierarchy had been exceptionally strict. An outer disciple was just an outer disciple.

Even with his exceptional talent, he had no chance to learn the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Guide. That was why he had stolen the cultivation techniques.

"What was wrong with you? Didn't you see that old man was trying to kill Ye Chen?"

Ning Rongrong was extremely displeased with Tang San.

If Ye Chen had not been strong enough, Li Yusong's earlier stance clearly showed that he intended to severely injure Ye Chen.

Now that Li Yusong had been seriously wounded instead, it only proved that he was too weak to even defeat a twelve-year-old boy.

"Even so, he shouldn't have struck so heavily. He had no compassion at all."

Tang San still felt that Ye Chen had gone too far.

They had come to register at the academy. If he did not want to join Shrek Academy, then he could simply refuse. There was no need to seriously injure the teacher and senior student handling registration.

Someone so unreasonable did not deserve to attend the same academy as him, Tang San.

"Tang San, quit spouting nonsense!"

"If you want to stand up for Li Yusong, I'll accompany you anytime."

Ye Chen curled a finger in invitation.

Those shabby hidden weapons of Tang San's were nothing but scrap metal in his eyes, completely unworthy of notice.

Time reigned supreme, space ruled king; hidden weapons... even dogs despised them!

"Fine, I'll fight you."

"Tang San, martial soul Blue Silver Grass, level twenty-nine control-system Battle Soul Master."

Tang San summoned a stalk of Blue Silver Grass. Beneath his feet were only two hundred-year Soul Rings.

Although Ye Chen's soul skills were strange, his Blue Silver Grass possessed Parasitism and was equally formidable.

Combined with the Tang Sect's many hidden weapons, Tang San was confident that he could fight even a Soul Saint.

"Ye Chen, martial soul Eye of Nihility, level fifty-nine control-system Battle Soul King."

Ye Chen gave a soft laugh.

The mockery in that laughter made Tang San's eyes turn red as his hands reached for Twenty-Four Bridges Under a Moonlit Night.

With a full thirty-level gap between them, only hidden weapons could close it. Their martial souls were simply incomparable.

"Ye Chen, you're actually level fifty-nine? No wonder Grandpa Sword praised you as an unparalleled prodigy!"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly incredulous.

Based on her estimation, becoming a Soul King at twelve years old would already have been incredibly defiant of the heavens.

She had never expected Ye Chen's Soul Power to be as high as level fifty-nine, on the verge of reaching the Soul Emperor rank.

No wonder the Crown Prince of Heaven Dou had invited him to deal with Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.

Before the Advanced Soul Master Tournament began, it would already be impressive if Spirit Hall's Golden Generation could become Soul Kings.

They were utterly incomparable to a freak like Ye Chen, whose first Soul Ring was thousand-year and third Soul Ring was ten-thousand-year.

With such terrifying potential, Ye Chen would probably make even Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone drop their jaws. As expected of the friend Ning Rongrong had taken a liking to at first sight!