Still staring? It's coming for you!

"See? Getting worked up again."

With the level 79 Soul Saint Soul Power Experience Card in hand, Yang Jian's lips curled into a faint smile. "Old man, this soul beast is mine. I said it, and even Jesus couldn't change that!"

No sooner had he spoken.

He immediately held the card at his waist and commanded inwardly, Use it!

In an instant, a surge of incredibly domineering yet gentle soul power materialized in his dantian.

It felt somewhat out of place, yet flowed so smoothly, as though this soul power had always belonged there.

Before this, Yang Jian had been considering whether he should act-or rather, how he should act.

After all, this was a Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King that ranked as an overlord even among fifty-thousand-year soul beasts. If he unleashed the incredibly domineering Eye Technique, Tsukuyomi, with his three-ring strength, he would probably suffer a backlash before he could even trap the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King in an illusion.

But his other methods of attack would scarcely work against an existence like this.

And so.

They had fallen into a stalemate.

Now, however, things were different. With this level 79 soul power, never mind a fifty-thousand-year soul beast-even against a sixty-thousand-year or seventy-thousand-year soul beast.

He, Yang Jian, would dare to unleash Tsukuyomi!

"Yang Jian, what are you putting on airs for?!"

"A child's temperament, just as I thought. What could a three-ring Soul Elder like you possibly accomplish?!"

"Flender, oh, Flender, how could you be foolish enough to let this brat lead the team?"

At this point.

Yu Xiaogang immediately dropped his disdainful expression and turned solemn. "Everyone, follow my orders and withdraw in an orderly fashion!"

"Don't let yourselves become a burden that drags down our two Soul Saint experts."

"You must understand that a battle at this level isn't something you can take part in. Is that clear?!"

His words fell.

No one responded. No one even glanced at him, and even the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others all had their eyes fixed on Yang Jian.

Because they believed that whatever the situation, whatever happened, anything Yang Jian said had some reason behind it.

Over the years, it was no exaggeration to say that Yang Jian had actually delivered on every outrageous boast he made.

No matter how far outside convention his words had sounded at the time, or how unbelievable they had been.

As a result, everyone at Shrek Academy-even its dean, Flender-felt an inexplicable trust in Yang Jian from the bottom of their hearts.

"Understood, Teacher!"

Seeing his teacher Yu Xiaogang in such an awkward position, Tang San immediately bowed and answered loudly.

Yet this merely eased the atmosphere a little.

It did nothing to truly resolve Yu Xiaogang's embarrassment.

"Old man, Old Zhao, get ready to attack."

"We're short on time, and we've got a big job to do."

"You two had better not drop the ball at the crucial moment."

Yang Jian ignored the Fart God, Yu Xiaogang, and instead focused intently on the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King.

To unleash Tsukuyomi, he at least had to make eye contact with the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King.

Although he now possessed level 79 soul power and ordinarily should be fine, his opponent was, after all, a Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King whose strength placed it among the very best of fifty-thousand-year soul beasts.

He couldn't go wrong by being careful.

"All right!"

"All right!!"

Flender and Zhao Wuji immediately answered. Their Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings flashed, making it clear that they were gathering their strength and waiting for an opening.

"Good!"

"Look me in the eyes, you bastard!!"

After answering, Yang Jian immediately took out thirteen silver needles and, using the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles technique, shot them toward one of the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's eyes.

"Awooo-!!!"

Caught off guard, the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King was actually struck by Yang Jian's thirteen needles and howled in pain.

Instinctively, it looked toward Yang Jian.

"Wooo-awooo-!!!"

However.

The next moment, a sound wave that seemed capable of seizing one's very soul burst from all three of its mouths.

"Ah!!!"

"Hsss-ah!!!"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!! Why am I bleeding?! No, no, this isn't a thirty-thousand-year Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf! This is, this is-ahhh-!!!!!"

"Boss! Save me!!"

"Brother Yang, I-I feel awful! It feels like my brain is about to explode!"

"Brother Yang, do something! Brother Yang-"

"..."

The instant that soul-seizing sound wave erupted, even Seven-Ring Soul Sages as powerful as Flender and Zhao Wuji clutched their ears and wailed.

Let alone everyone else.

Yu Xiaogang, in particular, was already bleeding from both eyes, both ears, his nostrils, the corners of his mouth... everywhere.

With his screams like a pig being slaughtered, never mind the Grandmaster image he painstakingly maintained-he was doing worse than even Ning Rongrong, who had always lived in pampered comfort.

At least she hadn't screamed like that.

"Tsukuyomi!"

In the blink of an eye, just as the sound wave began invading Yang Jian's divine sense, he instantly activated-

Tsukuyomi!

The next moment, the sound wave tormenting everyone abruptly vanished.

Yang Jian's consciousness also entered Tsukuyomi Space. Within the constantly twisting, blood-red space, something like a great mountain now stood.

The mountain-like Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King roared incessantly inside the space.

The noise made it difficult for even Yang Jian's own consciousness to effectively restrain it.

Had Yang Jian not spent these years farming rewards from everyone at Shrek and considerably strengthening his soul, he would have struggled to withstand the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King's sonic attack even with level 79 soul power.

Let alone drag it into Tsukuyomi Space.

However.

This was all Yang Jian could do.

Dragging the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King into Tsukuyomi Space was already his limit.

Never mind tormenting the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King within Tsukuyomi Space-he struggled even to control time.

"Hmm?!"

"Why-why isn't this Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf moving?"

"Ah-ah-ah-!!!"

"Teacher, Teacher, stop screaming! Teacher! It's all right now."

"..."

"Look! Brother Yang's eyes!!" Ning Rongrong's gaze soon shifted from the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King to Yang Jian, and the sight frightened her enough to drain the color from her pretty face.

"Blood! He's bleeding!"

Zhu Zhuqing felt as though something had seized her heart in a death grip. Her words came with a trace of urgency. "Brother Yang's eyes keep bleeding! What's going on?!"

At the two girls' cries.

Only then did everyone look away from the Three-Headed Flood Dragon Wolf King and turn their attention to Yang Jian.

Though he otherwise appeared completely unharmed, his eyes kept seeping blood, like blood-red springs that had burst out of control.

"Still staring?!"

"It's coming for you!!"

"Hurry up and kill this beast!!!"