I Will Destroy the Divine Realm at Any Cost

Yu Xiaogang was forcibly awakened by a splash of cold water.

And outrageous words reached his ears?

He looked at the pink skirt in front of him. Why did it seem so familiar?

His gaze shifted to Xiao Wu, and it dawned on him. His eyes widened like bronze bells, and rage blazed within him.

"Bastard, what did you say?"

At that moment.

Yu Xiaogang was already lying face down on the ground.

Wang Changsheng stood over him.

He looked down at him and bent slightly at the waist, his tone imposing.

"I told you to put on Xiao Wu's skirt. Are you deaf?"

Yu Xiaogang frowned, nearly grinding his back teeth to pieces.

How dare you, Wang Changsheng.

He had bullied Xiao Wu into taking off her clothes, and Yu Xiaogang had thought that was the end of it.

Who would have thought the guy would never stop and come to bully him too?

He actually wanted a grown man like him to put on a young girl's skirt?

What would the students think of him?

What would the onlookers think of him?

Where would he put his dignity and face as the Grandmaster?

The more Yu Xiaogang thought about it, the angrier he became. He forced out four words through clenched teeth.

"I'm afraid I must refuse."

Wang Changsheng was not surprised.

After all, Yu Xiaogang was a man who cared immensely about face.

If he would not put on the skirt, that was fine. Wang Changsheng would beat him until he did.

That was the strong's way of reasoning.

He smiled.

"Gangzi, don't get angry. It's fine if you won't wear it. I can just beat Flender, Tang San, and the rest of them to death, can't I?"

"You..." Yu Xiaogang's old face darkened, and he was furious.

Wang Changsheng's tyranny was all too plain, leaving them no room to negotiate.

When Wang Changsheng's right hand, hanging naturally at his side, twitched as if he meant to strike, Yu Xiaogang immediately broke down and cried out.

"Wang Changsheng, how exactly did I offend you?"

"Why are you treating me like this?"

"Why are you treating our Shrek like this?"

No matter how Yu Xiaogang shouted, Wang Changsheng did not answer.

Soul Power surged wildly through his body, and the Sun Martial Soul in his palm stirred, ready to move.

Second Soul Skill.

Sunbeam...

"Wait!"

Yu Xiaogang raised a hand toward Wang Changsheng in despair, his face looking worse than if he had eaten shit.

Finally.

With no way out, he chose to compromise.

"All right, I'll wear it..."

"No, Xiaogang, you can't do that. This man is a tyrant. I, Flender, would rather die."

Tang San, lying face down on the ground not far away, shook his head, his eyes full of grievance.

"Teacher, don't..."

Flender and Tang San knew Yu Xiaogang's character very well.

Once he put on the skirt, the shadow of this humiliation would follow him for the rest of his life, never to be shaken off.

At that moment.

Yu Xiaogang struggled to get up, but his injuries were too severe, so he could only sit on the ground for the time being.

Faced with their attempts to dissuade him, Yu Xiaogang was resolute and shouted coldly.

"Say no more."

He believed everyone understood.

Today.

If he did not put on the skirt, he would certainly die.

He did not want to die in the first place, and he would drag so many others down with him. How could that be reasonable?

Immediately afterward.

Yu Xiaogang took Xiao Wu's skirt from Wang Changsheng. Unable to move about, he said, "Let Flender take me to a room to change."

"No. Change right here, and take off your outer clothes so your arms and legs are showing," Wang Changsheng said, spelling out exactly how he was to dress.

Yu Xiaogang felt like killing him.

He had wanted to make a slightly smaller spectacle of himself, but Wang Changsheng insisted on making him disgrace himself to the very end?

Even with his fury towering to the heavens, he did not dare vent it. He could only steel himself, take off his clothes, and start putting on Xiao Wu's pink skirt.

The sight instantly drew laughter from the onlookers.

"I've never seen a middle-aged uncle in a skirt before. Today I can finally feast my eyes."

"Looks like Shrek must have offended Lord Changsheng. Otherwise, how could they have ended up like this?"

While Yu Xiaogang was putting on the skirt.

The other Shrek teachers and students turned their heads away or closed their eyes helplessly. None of them wanted to see that heartbreaking sight.

Before long.

Yu Xiaogang came into view, wearing a pink bunny-girl skirt.

The middle-aged uncle, with his short buzz cut, bitter face, and stubble, was dressed in a pink skirt with the air of a young girl.

Because Yu Xiaogang was heavily built.

Xiao Wu's pink skirt and white stockings were nearly bursting at the seams. The sight was jarringly mismatched, yet full of bizarre and absurd appeal.

At once.

The crowd erupted.

"This sight is absolutely explosive."

"A middle-aged uncle wearing a pink skirt-why do I feel a wave of nausea coming straight at me?"

"Uncle, how does it feel to wear a skirt? Come on, tell us about it."

Yu Xiaogang's heart was full of rage.

Besides that.

There was also extreme embarrassment.

He wanted nothing more than to dig out a private room with his toes on the spot and crawl inside.

"Can we leave now?" Yu Xiaogang, subjected to the crowd's criticism, intended to leave.

Wang Changsheng shook his head.

We've barely even started.

The sign-in scene hasn't even been set up yet.

"No."

After being refused, Yu Xiaogang abruptly raised his head, his expression changing drastically.

"Wang Changsheng, that's enough."

"I've put on Xiao Wu's skirt as you asked. What more do you want?"

Seeing how furious Yu Xiaogang was, yet unable to do anything to him, Wang Changsheng was delighted.

And dressed as he was, sitting on the ground and roaring like thunder, Yu Xiaogang looked just like a loli version of himself who had suffered every grievance.

Wang Changsheng could not hold it in and burst out laughing on the spot.

After composing himself, he spoke slowly.

"Gangzi, what I came to do isn't finished yet. Listen carefully."

"Now, wearing that pink skirt, squat on the ground, make V signs with both hands, and stick out your tongue."

"Once you've struck that pose, ask the onlookers in a soft voice, 'Am I, Gangzi, cute?'"

What?

Yu Xiaogang's pupils shook violently.

Putting on the skirt was already the height of disgrace. That humiliation alone would leave a knot in his heart that he could never untie.

And now he had to make V signs with both hands, stick out his tongue, and ask the passersby if he was cute?

For a moment.

Yu Xiaogang trembled all over with rage.

"You... you've gone too far!"

Wang Changsheng's face darkened. He raised a hand, pressed it against Yu Xiaogang's head, and shoved him back and forth a few times.

"I'm bullying you. What can you do about it?"

"Don't say I didn't warn you. If you get any part of those movements or the soft tone of the question wrong, you'll have to start all over again."

Yu Xiaogang broke down and tried to push the hand off his head.

"Wang Changsheng, just because you're a god, don't think you can really do whatever you want."

"If you keep bullying people, I will destroy your entire Divine Realm, no matter what it takes."

Hahaha...

Yu Xiaogang made Wang Changsheng laugh outright, and he could not stop laughing.

Tears even streamed unbidden from the corners of Wang Changsheng's eyes.

"Gangzi, the way you boast is just too funny."

"Destroy our entire Divine Realm at any cost? May I ask what you'll use to destroy it? Your strength as a level 29 Soul Grandmaster?"

At those words.

The onlookers burst into laughter again.

Although the appearance of a god had shocked them deeply, watching a spectacle was in their very genes.

They all talked at once, pointing at Yu Xiaogang.

"What? This uncle's Soul Power is only level 29?"

"A level 29 Soul Grandmaster actually dares to declare he'll destroy the Divine Realm? How could he even have the face to say that?"

"Forgive my bluntness, but I have never seen such a brazen and shameless man."