Dai Mubai Went Down for the Count, Leaving Shrek Questioning Everything

"Fatty!"

Dai Mubai reacted first. His White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him, white fur covering his entire body as three Soul Rings—two yellow and one purple—flared beneath his feet.

His tiger-like eyes burned with fury as he fixed Ye Han with a glare. "Brat, do you have a death wish? You dared hurt my brother!"

Without another word, Dai Mubai lunged, his tiger claws aimed straight at Ye Han's face!

"Get lost!"

Ye Han calmly raised his right fist.

Scorching flames wrapped around it, radiating a heart-stopping heat.

He did not dodge. He punched straight ahead.

Fist met claw!

Boom!

The savage expression on Dai Mubai's face froze, replaced by wide-eyed disbelief.

An overwhelming force, carrying intensely penetrating heat, tore effortlessly through his White Tiger Protection Barrier.

"You—!"

Shocked and furious, Dai Mubai was about to activate a Soul Skill and counterattack, but Ye Han followed him like a shadow, closing the distance in an instant.

His left fist drove into Dai Mubai's lower abdomen, while his right palm swung across his cheek!

Smack! Thud!

The two heavy blows left Dai Mubai seeing stars. He flipped through the air and crashed beside Ma Hongjun, sending dust billowing across the ground.

The entire scene fell silent.

In just two exchanges, both had been defeated.

Ye Han flexed his wrist, the flames on his fist slowly fading.

He looked down at Ma Hongjun groaning on the ground and the grim-faced Dai Mubai. His voice was quiet, yet it reached everyone present clearly.

"Run that filthy mouth again, and I'll tear it apart!"

"I hit your brother, and I hit you too. What are you going to do about it?"

He stepped forward and planted a foot on Dai Mubai's chest, the blood within him faintly surging.

He had long heard that several of the original Shrek Seven Devils were hardly models of good character, but only after seeing them himself did he realize they were this bad!

How was this piece of trash any different from a blond-haired punk?

If he didn't have exceptional talent and powerful backing, someone would have beaten him to death long ago.

A deathly silence hung over the scene.

The remaining Shrek members stared with wide eyes, their faces full of shock.

Oscar recovered first and hurriedly recited his soul incantation. "I Have a Big Sausage!"

As the peculiar incantation rang out, light flickered in his palm. Two Recovery Sausages quickly formed, ready to be tossed to the injured Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.

"Let's see who dares move!"

An angry female voice rang out.

Dugu Yan stepped forward, blocking the way between Oscar and Ma Hongjun's group.

She felt a little disappointed that she had not gotten to act herself, but watching Ye Han take those two down so cleanly had been deeply satisfying.

It also showed that she held considerable weight in Ye Han's heart.

That thought filled her with delight.

Buzz!

The next moment, four Soul Rings—two yellow and two purple—rose from beneath her feet in succession, gently pulsing.

Almost simultaneously, Ye Lingling moved half a step forward and stood quietly beside Dugu Yan.

She said nothing, merely lifting her slender hand.

Soft pink light slowly blossomed, and a pink-and-white begonia appeared in her palm. A rich aura of life spread from its petals.

Four Soul Rings, likewise two yellow and two purple, circled quietly around the begonia.

Another Soul Ancestor!

Tang San and Xiao Wu's expressions instantly turned utterly grave.

They had never imagined that the two beautiful girls beside Ye Han could be so powerful.

They looked roughly Dai Mubai's age, yet they had already reached the Soul Ancestor rank!

Although the two girls' Martial Souls were unknown to them, their auras suggested that one focused on offense and the other on healing—a pairing that complemented each other perfectly.

Even with all seven Shrek Seven Devils unharmed, gaining the upper hand against such a combination would have been difficult, let alone with Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun already injured.

For a moment, none of the Shrek group dared make a rash move.

Ning Rongrong, who had been silently watching from among the others, abruptly trembled when she recognized the Nine Heart Begonia in Ye Lingling's hand and the distinctive emerald scales on Dugu Yan.

Her lively eyes widened, irrepressible shock flashing in their depths.

She recognized them.

Those two were none other than Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

What... were they doing here?

And why were they standing with Tang San and Xiao Wu's former classmate?

Zhao Wuji, who had been watching from the second floor of a nearby restaurant, could no longer sit still.

He had known about the conflict between the Shrek Seven Devils and Canghui Academy from the start.

He also knew how the Shrek Seven Devils' fight with Ye Zhiqiu, the Black Tortoise Soul King and director of Canghui's Outer Academy, had unfolded.

Originally, he had planned to see what these youngsters were truly capable of, then step in to stop Ye Zhiqiu as soon as they were about to suffer.

After all, his primary duty on this trip was to protect the children.

Who could have expected Ye Han's trio to appear out of nowhere and immediately injure Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai?

Zhao Wuji leaped from the second floor and headed straight toward Ye Han's trio.

His burly body struck the ground with a heavy crash, making the entire area tremble slightly.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the other restaurant.

"Fuck, how did they end up provoking them?"

When Qin Ming saw what was happening below, alarm rose within him.

He had just warned Ye Han's group not to interfere in the dispute between Canghui Academy and the other Soul Masters.

How had they turned around and started fighting themselves?

By the time Qin Ming set off, Zhao Wuji had already reached the Shrek group.

His towering body stood like a thick wall between Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the Shrek students.

Zhao Wuji first swept his gaze over Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.

When he saw their ages and the four Soul Rings beneath their feet—two yellow and two purple—his pupils contracted, and he went on full alert.

These two girls were, at most, around Mubai's age.

Reaching the Soul Ancestor rank at that age, with the best possible Soul Ring Configuration, meant their backgrounds were anything but ordinary.

A mere Canghui Academy could never have nurtured them.

Zhao Wuji quickly weighed the situation.

Across the entire continent, only a handful of powers could produce such geniuses: the Upper Three Sects, Spirit Hall, or the Imperial Families of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empire.

None of those were powers that a lone Soul Saint like him could afford to provoke lightly.

Just then, an urgent, startled voice called out, "Teacher Zhao? What are you doing here?"

Zhao Wuji turned toward Qin Ming at the sound.

Recognizing Qin Ming's face, he too froze for a moment, then spoke in his rough voice. "Little Ming? Is that you?"

Zhao Wuji had recognized Qin Ming.

Qin Ming hurried over and bowed slightly. "Teacher Zhao, it's been a long time."

His tone was respectful, but the anxiety beneath it was unmistakable.

Zhao Wuji nodded in acknowledgment.

He pointed at Ye Han, displeasure in his voice. "Little Ming, did you bring this fellow here? He's gone far too far."

Qin Ming shook his head slightly and gave a bitter smile without answering. Instead, he turned to Ye Han and called sternly, "Ye Han, stop!"

At those words, Ye Han stretched lazily and finally stopped.

He casually tossed the limp Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai onto the ground, as effortlessly as throwing away two bags of garbage.

Both had been beaten so badly that they lacked even the strength to rise. They could only lie there, groaning in pain.

Ye Han dusted off his perfectly clean hands and turned toward Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming.

His gaze slowly swept over the seven Soul Rings beneath Zhao Wuji's feet: two yellow, two purple, and three black—the standard Soul Ring Configuration for a Soul Saint.

Yet seeing their colors brought not a trace of fear to Ye Han's face. Instead, a faint smile curled his lips.

The Immovable Wisdom King?

I wonder how many colors of the Buddha's Fury Fire Lotus he could withstand.

He lowered his gaze toward Zhao Wuji, his voice calm but openly mocking.

"What? The youngsters got beaten, so their elder has come to stand up for them?"

Ye Han paused briefly, his gaze settling on Zhao Wuji. "Does your academy teach its elders to bully the young?"

Hearing Ye Han's words and seeing Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's miserable condition, Zhao Wuji felt fury surge through his heart.

As the Immovable Wisdom King, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

With his students beaten like this in public, how could he save face?

Zhao Wuji's face turned livid. Light flowed through the seven Soul Rings beneath his feet, and he was on the verge of attacking.

"Teacher Zhao, wait!"

Qin Ming immediately stepped forward, placing himself between Zhao Wuji and Ye Han's trio.

He knew Zhao Wuji's temperament all too well. Once the man attacked, the situation would spiral beyond control.

Qin Ming hurriedly urged him, "Teacher Zhao, please don't act rashly. There may be more to this than we know. Let's find out exactly what happened first."

Qin Ming had not known Ye Han for long, but he knew the young man would not stir up trouble without cause.

There had to be more to this.

Zhao Wuji stopped and forcibly suppressed his surging anger before turning to Qin Ming.

This former student had left a deep impression on him, and he knew Qin Ming would not stop him without reason.

Besides, when news of Qin Ming's breakthrough to Soul Emperor had reached Shrek recently, Dean Flender had even drunk a few extra cups, repeatedly praising him as Shrek's pride.

"Fine, Little Ming. I'll do you this favor," Zhao Wuji replied gruffly.

He released his Martial Soul Possession, and his Soul Rings slowly withdrew into his body. Yet his tiger-like eyes remained hostile, fixed on Ye Han.

The moment Zhao Wuji had released his Soul Rings, Ye Zhiqiu had quietly edged several steps backward, wishing he could tuck his head straight into his tortoise shell.

He desperately suppressed his aura, hoping everyone would overlook him.

Inwardly, he bitterly lamented his luck.

He had thought he was merely teaching a few arrogant youngsters a lesson. How could he have expected to draw out a Soul Saint?

An expert of that caliber held a position equal to Canghui Academy's dean. He was absolutely not someone Ye Zhiqiu could afford to provoke.