A Battle Soul Ancestor with Four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings

After Zhao Su left, Flender thought for a moment, then walked out of the shop, locked the door, and left.

Meanwhile, Zhao Su continued wandering around Suotuo City, looking for someone who deserved to die.

"Nice figure, little lady. How about having some fun with me?"

Just then, an arrogant, overbearing voice caught Zhao Su's attention.

Zhao Su looked toward the voice and saw a girl standing before a stall selling little handicrafts. Her long black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her skin was fair, and her figure was excellent, though she was still somewhat young.

Her expression was cold. She paid no heed whatsoever to the taunts of the four or five thugs around her.

"Little lady, I'm talking to you! Are you refusing to show me respect? Do you know who I am?"

Among those four or five thugs, a burly man with a brutish face reached toward the girl's fair, tender cheek as he spoke.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is this what a villain is like? Overbearing and utterly fearless. Admirable!"

But Zhao Su had barely expressed his admiration for those thugs.

The cold little beauty had already struck.

Her martial soul looked like a cat. After merging with it, her speed increased dramatically.

"Zhu Zhuqing, one of the Shrek Seven Devils?"

Upon seeing that Hell Spirit Cat, Zhao Su recognized her.

Here was another person with protagonist fate.

In the Douluo World of this Great Villain System, Tang San was not the only one with protagonist fate.

By ordinary logic, although Zhao Su had been cast as the great villain, he was the true protagonist.

"I like this girl!"

Watching Zhu Zhuqing strike ruthlessly and swiftly knock the men flat, Zhao Su's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Zhu Zhuqing's icy personality was very much to his taste.

"Mercy, young lady! Mercy! Stop hitting us! We won't dare do it again!"

Of those five thugs, even the strongest was only level eighteen, with an ordinary domestic dog martial soul.

They could only bully ordinary people.

Facing Zhu Zhuqing, who was already level twenty-six and possessed two hundred-year martial souls, they were naturally frightened into dropping to their knees and begging for mercy.

"Scram!"

Zhu Zhuqing withdrew her martial soul and uttered just that single word.

It was as though saying even one more word to them would insult her.

Watching the men scramble away, Zhao Su could not help shaking his head.

Sure enough, these petty lackeys and thugs only appeared to have their faces slapped by people with protagonist fate.

"Do you like it? I'll give it to you."

Zhao Su stepped up to the handicraft stall, picked out a very cute little cat, and held it out to Zhu Zhuqing.

Her expression remained cold as she glanced at the smiling Zhao Su.

Without paying him any attention, she turned and walked briskly away.

"Zhu Zhuqing. Not bad!"

Zhao Su took a Gold Soul Coin out of the jade pendant at his waist and handed it to the stall owner.

"Sir, that's far too much. It's only ten Copper Soul Coins. I can't make change for this."

"It doesn't matter. Keep the change!"

Zhao Su placed the Gold Soul Coin on the stall and followed in the direction Zhu Zhuqing had gone.

He saw Zhu Zhuqing turn into an alley.

By the time he caught up, she was nowhere to be seen.

But that did not matter to Zhao Su. In any case, he knew Zhu Zhuqing would definitely go to Shrek Academy.

He could simply go straight to Shrek Academy.

Two days later, at the entrance to the dilapidated Shrek Academy.

When Zhao Su arrived, the old man in charge of admissions was intimidating a father and son who wanted their ten-Gold-Soul-Coin registration fee back.

Tang San and Xiao Wu had already arrived and were waiting in line.

Dai Mubai, who was sitting beside the admissions teacher, immediately grew nervous upon seeing Zhao Su. He leaned close to the old man's ear and whispered something.

"Oh?"

The old man raised his head and looked in the direction Dai Mubai pointed, meeting Zhao Su's eyes.

Although Zhao Su wore a harmless smile, the old man's heart still jolted.

"Go report this to the dean at once. This man is no ordinary person!"

The old man hurriedly instructed Dai Mubai beside him.

Without any hesitation, Dai Mubai nodded, turned, and entered the academy.

"Everyone, let me remind you once more: if you're over thirteen or haven't reached at least level twenty, the rank of Soul Grandmaster, don't waste your time here!"

The old man was Li Yusong, a level sixty-two Battle Soul Emperor whose tool martial soul was the Dragon Pattern Staff. He summoned his staff.

He tapped it lightly against the ground, releasing a powerful surge of soul power.

A level sixty-two Battle Soul Emperor, with all six soul rings revealed.

It certainly intimidated the parents who had brought their children to register.

Zhao Su, however, was not among them.

Looking at that first white soul ring, Zhao Su shook his head disdainfully.

Li Yusong saw Zhao Su's reaction in its entirety, including that unmistakable disdain.

His purpose in summoning his martial soul had not been to intimidate the students and parents, either. It had been aimed at Zhao Su.

Although looking at Zhao Su had instinctively stirred a trace of fear in his heart.

Judging by Zhao Su's appearance, he could be no older than sixteen or seventeen.

As far as Li Yusong knew, someone that age, even a genius from some great clan, or an outright prodigy.

Could not possibly be stronger than a level sixty-two Battle Soul Emperor like himself.

It was also a warning to Zhao Su, telling him to leave on his own.

But Zhao Su paid no attention to the powerful soul power pressure released when the Dragon Pattern Staff in Li Yusong's right hand struck the ground.

He walked straight past everyone waiting in line and came up to Li Yusong.

"I want to join your academy!"

Zhao Su wasted no words and spoke directly to Li Yusong.

Li Yusong looked Zhao Su up and down, a faint smile appearing on his aged face. "I don't think you understood what I just said..."

"I understood. If I can't be a student, I can be a teacher!"

"Our teaching staff is already full. We don't need any teachers. Besides, you're too old to be a student, and I'm afraid you aren't qualified to be a teacher!"

"Is that so? Then what qualifications do you require for teachers?"

"At the very least, you must reach level sixty, the Soul Emperor realm. And your martial soul mustn't be too..."

Before Li Yusong could finish saying "ordinary," Zhao Su had already revealed his martial soul.

An ancient-looking longsword appeared behind him, radiating an aura countless times stronger than that of Li Yusong's Dragon Pattern Staff.

"Black soul rings?"

"Four black soul rings?"

"Am I dreaming? His very first soul ring is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"Is that the Seven Kill Sword?"

Just then, Flender arrived at the academy entrance with Dai Mubai leading the way.

He happened to see Zhao Su reveal his Emperor Seven Kill Sword martial soul.

He, too, was stunned by those four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings glowing black.

On the Douluo Continent, the Seven Kill Sword was renowned as the martial soul with the strongest attack power. Even the Clear Sky Hammer could not compare.

The Seven Kill Sword was already a mutated martial soul.

Zhao Su's Emperor Seven Kill Sword was a mutation of that mutation.

Although Zhao Su was only level forty-two at present, its powerful aura made Li Yusong, and even the level seventy-eight Battle Soul Saint, involuntarily take a step backward.

"The Seven Kill Sword? Could this person be connected to Grandpa Sword?"

In the line nearby, a young girl in a long white dress looked at the Emperor Seven Kill Sword floating behind Zhao Su and murmured to herself.

"Well? Am I qualified to be a teacher at your academy?"

Zhao Su addressed Flender, who stood there staring blankly at the Emperor Seven Kill Sword martial soul behind him and those four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.

Zhao Su had already decided that if the Seven Kill Sword was not enough, he would reveal his Twelve-Winged Holy Angel.

Whatever happened, he had to get into Shrek.

"Yes, absolutely." Flender's face was wreathed in smiles as he gestured for Zhao Su to withdraw his martial soul. "May I ask how old you are, young brother?"

"Sixteen!"

Gasp!

At Zhao Su's words, everyone present involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.

A sixteen-year-old Battle Soul Ancestor-not only had they never seen one, they had never even heard of one.

Let alone a Battle Soul Ancestor with four Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings.