The scene on the sky screen shifted.
Yang Wudi, patriarch of the Broken Clan, was sprinting desperately through the thick fog.
He clutched his shoulder, which the Ghost Baby had bitten into a bloody mess, his face as pale as paper.
A mighty Soul Douluo now looked like a stray dog fleeing for its life.
"Almost! I'm almost there!"
Yang Wudi stared fixedly ahead.
Amid the dense blue-black haze, a rusty iron gate loomed in and out of sight. It was the entrance to Seventh Middle School!
Once he crossed that gate, he could escape this hell where even Soul Power failed to work!
Yang Wudi squeezed out the last of his strength and charged madly toward the gate.
Ten meters.
Five meters.
Three meters!
Just as he was about to touch the iron gate-
Something changed!
The impenetrable blue-black haze outside the gate suddenly began churning violently.
Then a blaze of golden light forcibly tore through the darkness!
The dazzling radiance instantly illuminated the entire entrance, dispelling much of the surrounding chill.
Blinded by the light, Yang Wudi instinctively stopped.
The next second, an outrageously arrogant voice pierced the deathly silence of the Ghost Domain and thundered across the campus!
"You old door-knocker! I, Ye Zhen, am here! Get out here and meet your death!"
Yang Wudi froze.
He stared blankly at the figure bathed in blazing golden light, his pupils contracting sharply.
The young man wore a custom vintage-style coat, with a long sword hanging at his waist.
He swaggered into the campus as though he owned the place.
Dazzling light radiated from his body, forcibly carving out an absolute domain of his own within the Knocking Ghost's blue-black Ghost Domain.
Yang Wudi stood frozen, gazing at that light, his eyes growing moist.
By the common understanding of the Douluo Continent, such a pure light attribute represented holiness-the righteous powers that banished evil and drove back darkness!
Just like Spirit Hall's Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul!
"I'm saved!" Yang Wudi was overjoyed.
Clutching the shoulder the Ghost Baby had bitten into a bloody mess, he stumbled toward the newcomer.
"Young friend!"
Yang Wudi assumed a little of an elder's authority. After all, he was a rank eighty-two Soul Douluo.
He was a renowned figure even on the Douluo Continent.
Ye Zhen was just about to strike a dashing pose and search for the Knocking Ghost.
Suddenly, he saw a blood-soaked old man in ancient clothing running toward him and stopped.
He glanced at Yang Wudi.
"Who goes there? State your name!"
Ye Zhen rested one hand on his sword hilt and lifted his chin slightly, his gaze contemptuous. "I, Ye Zhen, do not slay nameless nobodies!"
Although Yang Wudi found the young man's manner of speaking strange and absurdly theatrical, he still straightened his back.
"I have never hidden my name!"
"Yang Wudi, patriarch of the Broken Clan of the Star Luo Empire!"
For a second, everything fell silent.
Ye Zhen's casual gaze changed instantly.
"Yang Wudi?"
Ye Zhen rolled the name over his tongue, a vein in his forehead suddenly throbbing.
"Your surname is Yang too! And you dare call yourself invincible! Some nerve! You dare claim invincibility before me, Ye Zhen? Take my punch!"
Before he had even finished speaking, Ye Zhen took his stance and threw a punch!
Yang Wudi was dumbfounded. Why was this young man attacking him out of nowhere???
But he was a battle-hardened Power Attack System Soul Douluo. His combat instincts were engraved into his bones!
His rank eighty-two Soul Power erupted as he tried to summon the Soul Breaking Spear to defend himself.
Yet the instant Ye Zhen's fist, carrying that terrifying paranormal power, touched Yang Wudi's body-
Yang Wudi's eyes widened in horror.
He felt his vast, surging Soul Power being utterly suppressed. He could not summon even a trace of it!
Thud! A heavy impact rang out.
Without his Soul Power protecting him, Yang Wudi was as frail as an ordinary old man on his last legs.
Ye Zhen's effortless punch lifted him clean off his feet and caved in his breastbone.
Yang Wudi spewed a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of his organs and flew backward.
He slammed into the blood-covered ground and skidded more than ten meters before stopping, utterly wretched.
On the Douluo Continent, before the sky screen-
Every Soul Master who witnessed the scene sucked in a sharp breath.
Among the Star Luo Imperial Family, Dai Mubai's father abruptly crushed the wineglass in his hand.
"Yang Wudi was taken down in one punch by a young man without any Soul Power fluctuations?!"
That was the patriarch of the Broken Clan! A ruthless fighter whose offensive strength rivaled a Titled Douluo's!
On the screen-
Ye Zhen slowly withdrew his fist and glanced down at Yang Wudi, who lay on the ground coughing up blood.
His eyes were filled with undisguised contempt.
"Tch. Pathetic."
Ye Zhen curled his lip, his voice heavy with disappointment.
"You couldn't even withstand a tenth of my strength, yet you dare call yourself invincible? What a joke."
"Change your name. Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you."
With that, Ye Zhen could not even be bothered to spare Yang Wudi another glance.
He slipped both hands into his pockets and continued swaggering toward the Teaching Building.
"You old door-knocker! Come out and fight me to the death!" Ye Zhen's voice echoed across the campus.
Meanwhile, Yang Wudi lay on the ground, trembling violently.
As Ye Zhen left, the paranormal power suppressing him instantly dissipated.
His stalled Soul Power slowly began circulating through his meridians again.
But Yang Wudi's heart hurt even more than when the Ghost Baby had bitten him!
Humiliation! Unprecedented humiliation!
He was the patriarch of the Broken Clan! An unyielding man who did not even fear Spirit Hall!
Today, a bizarre infant had first bitten his shoulder apart and sent him fleeing in panic.
Now, some young brat had knocked him flat with a single punch!
The brat had even mocked the name he took such pride in!
His self-respect, his pride as a Soul Douluo, would never allow him to swallow this insult!
"You insolent brat! You've gone too far!!!"
Yang Wudi abruptly raised his head, his eyes blood-red, like a man driven into a corner.
His rank eighty-two Soul Power erupted without restraint!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
Eight dazzling Soul Rings instantly lit up beneath his feet, the violent gusts dispersing some of the surrounding haze.
Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Wudi unleashed his strongest trump card!
"Eighth Soul Skill! Tremor!"
A Soul Breaking Spear radiating an aura of destruction instantly appeared in Yang Wudi's hand.
Enduring the agonizing pain throughout his body, he became a streak of black lightning.
At that moment, Ye Zhen was completely unguarded, not even caring what was happening behind him.
Yang Wudi launched a sudden attack from behind!
"Die!"
With a terrifying sonic boom that tore through the air, the Soul Breaking Spear thrust straight toward Ye Zhen's heart from behind!
That strike carried all of Yang Wudi's humiliation, its power enough to pierce a mountain!
A dull sound of steel entering flesh rang out as the spear drove straight through his heart!
Blood flowed along the black spearhead protruding from Ye Zhen's chest and splattered onto the dull gray concrete.
The image froze at that moment.
The Douluo Continent fell deathly silent.
In the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace, Xue Ye shot to his feet, a flash of horror crossing his eyes.
In Spirit City, Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes slightly, a cold smile curling her lips.
"In the end, he was merely an arrogant brat who let his guard down."
Everyone believed that, with his heart pierced through, the arrogant young man was certain to die.