People from Shrek would argue even without a leg to stand on
Sizzle--
A black and red arc of electricity suddenly exploded at the foot of Bai Yushan, and he vanished from the spot in an instant.
The speed was so fast that even Yang Xuan, Six-Ring Soul Emperor, had his pupils shrink.
Where are they?
The thought had just popped into my head.
An extremely fierce aura suddenly pressed down from above.
Yang Xuan suddenly looked up.
The boy's figure had already appeared above his head.
Bai Yushan stood high above, his right fist clenched, a dark, domineering Haki covering his fierce fist, which was also Entanglement black and red lightning.
Tiger Roar Mountain-Crushing Fist!
The punch landed as if the entire mountain had crashed down.
The air was forced together by the force of the punch, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
"Court death!"
Yang Xuan was both shocked and furious. Without thinking, he raised his hands to the ground.
The grayish-blue Soul Power gathered wildly, condensing into a thick siren shield above his head.
Boom--!!
The fist slammed hard onto the shield.
A deafening explosion rang out, causing the entire arena to tremble slightly.
Dense cracks spread along the surface of the shield.
Yang Xuan felt a sudden weight on his arms, and a tremendous force traveled through the shield, accompanied by a numbing electric current, drilling into his meridians.
He stumbled back three steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the floor.
My arms are numb, and the skin between my thumb and forefinger is cracked and bleeding.
Yang Xuan looked up in horror.
How is that possible?!
Six-Ring Soul Emperor like himself was actually forced back three steps by a single punch from this two-ring kid?
Bai Yushan used the force to flip over in mid-air and land steadily on the ground.
However, he was also knocked back several steps by the powerful Impact the Soul Power.
The floor trembled slightly when my foot landed.
His scarlet eyes were fixed on Yang Xuan, and a bloodthirsty smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Is that all you've got?
You dare to come out and lecture people?
The entire audience was completely stunned.
They all stared wide-eyed at the boy on the stage.
Two-Ring Soul Grandmaster... going head-to-head with Six-Ring Soul Emperor?
Not at a disadvantage yet?
Oh My God!
Is this even human?
What kind of monster is this boy?!
Everyone's heart was pounding.
Today's match was so exciting!
"You little beast! You're asking for it!"
Yang Xuan was furious.
How could he possibly save face after being forced to back down by a teenager in front of so many people?
He roared, and his Soul Power surged.
A grayish-blue mist surged forth, covering the sky, and behind it appeared a gigantic, Spectral Siren phantom.
It was several times larger than the previous seven brothers combined.
The Soul Emperor- level Martial Soul Avatar is fully unleashed.
"Today I'll cripple you!"
Yang Xuan let out a low roar and grabbed with his large hand.
The enormous siren's claws, carrying a force capable of tearing the heavens and splitting the earth, viciously slashed towards Bai Yushan.
This time, he was truly enraged.
They held back completely.
A full-force attack from Soul Emperor level cultivator is powerful enough to overturn the entire arena.
The audience members' expressions changed.
It's over!
This boy is unstoppable!
Gu Yue stood at the edge of the arena, her silver-purple eyes narrowing as six elements instantly converged wildly in front of her, ready to charge forward.
But just then...
Buzz--
A clear, resonant sword cry suddenly echoed throughout the entire arena.
A flash of cold light, as fast as a white lightning bolt.
They instantly leaped onto the arena from the direction of the players' tunnel.
Bite!!
The crisp sound of metal clashing.
The enormous siren's claws froze in mid-air.
A figure in white stood steadily in front of Bai Yushan.
Dressed in pure white, his long sword gleamed with a chilling light.
Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her back was as straight and upright as a sword.
It is like Wu Changkong.
The temperature in the entire venue dropped several degrees instantly.
The swordsman's sharp aura pierced the skin like needles.
"Old man."
Wu Changkong spoke, his voice clear and cold, like shards of ice.
"Bullying a child who is only nine years old, and attempting to kill him."
You've completely disgraced the Yang Clan.
His tone was flat, yet it carried an undisguised sarcasm.
The longsword pointed diagonally at the ground, its tip still trembling slightly.
That sword strike just now precisely struck the joint of the sea monster's claws, directly thwarting Yang Xuan's killing move.
Yang Xuan's expression changed, and he looked at Wu Changkong's back with a gloomy gaze.
"Who are you! This is between this kid and me, why is your Eastsea Academy interfering?"
He gritted his teeth and spoke.
"My students are not for outsiders to lecture."
Wu Changkong spoke calmly, raising his longsword slightly.
"If you want to take action, I'll accompany you."
A simple sentence, yet it carries a sharp edge.
Their protective stance is crystal clear.
At first, if that old scoundrel hadn't acted so quickly, he would have already slashed him with his sword.
This old bastard actually dared to lay a hand on his own student.
That's absolutely outrageous!
Yang Xuan's face turned pale and then flushed.
Let's fight. The opponent is young and strong, in his prime, and has been at the Six-Ring Soul Emperor realm for quite some time. If we really fight, I might not be able to beat him.
If they don't fight, their seven grandsons will be severely injured, with broken arms and legs. Where will the Yang Clan put their face in front of so many people?
He was frozen in place, caught between a rock and a hard place, when he heard a loud shout like a bell from below the stage.
"Stop!"
The sound waves were so loud they made people's ears ring.
A red-haired figure swept out from the VIP seats. He was tall and strong, with a thick red beard, and wore a brocade robe. His Soul Power was surging and heavy.
It was none other than Long Huantian, the dean of the Skysea Intermediate Academy.
The Six-Ring Soul Emperor unleashed his full power, landing steadily in the center of the arena.
As the dean of the Skysea Intermediate Academy, who wields immense influence within the Skysea Alliance, and one of the key figures in the leading academies of the entire East Sea region, he has both the right and the obligation to step forward and take charge of the situation in this chaotic scene.
If we let the two of them continue fighting, today's match will become a laughing stock for the entire league.
Long Huantian stood between the two men, his tiger-like eyes sweeping over them.
"Stop it, all of you!"
"Small fights are not allowed on the grand competition field!"
His tone carried a hint of anger, and his voice, carried by his Soul Power, spread out, silencing the entire audience.
What kind of mess is this, with three Soul Emperor ending up in what should have been a junior competition?
Upon seeing this, Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
This is a perfect opportunity to back down gracefully.
He snorted coldly, slowly retracting his Martial Soul Avatar, the gray-blue mist gradually receding back into his body.
"Dean Long, you've come at the perfect time."
Yang Xuan said in a deep voice, pointing to his seven grandsons lying haphazardly on the ground.
"These students from the Eastsea Academy maliciously injured others on the field, using vicious and ruthless methods. They severely injured my seven grandsons, almost crippling their cultivation paths."
"I was so angry that I had to teach him a lesson to prevent him from going astray in the future."
"I never expected this teacher to attack me without even asking what happened, acting so aggressively."
With just a few words, he portrayed himself as a protective elder, turning the tables and shifting the blame to the other side.
The seven children on the ground had broken arms and legs, and were covered in blood. They looked truly pitiful and could easily evoke sympathy.
Wu Changkong stood opposite him, his longsword slightly pointed at the ground.
"Lesson?"
He scoffed, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm.
"Six-Ring Soul Emperor using lethal force against a nine-year-old two-ring child, and you call that teaching him a lesson?"
"Yang Xuan, you've completely disgraced the Yang Clan family."
Wu Changkong was uncompromising, his words as sharp as the sword in his hand.
Yang Xuan was the one who bullied the weak first, and now he has the nerve to turn around and blame others?
As someone who came from Shrek, when have I ever suffered such a loss?
Even if you're wrong, you should still argue your way out of trouble; even if you're right, will you really let yourself get away with anything?