Chapter 120: Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji: Hit the Young, Here Comes the Old
At this moment, there was no trace of a smile in Dugu Yan's green eyes.
"I heard what you said just now. Does your academy have some rule about 'one who doesn't dare to cause trouble is mediocre'?"
Dugu Yan tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying undisguised mockery. "What a coincidence. This Young Miss also happens to be in a bad mood today."
"If you want to keep 'causing trouble,' I'm more than happy to accompany you."
Before her voice had even faded, jade-green light rose from her body.
Dugu Yan's figure grew slightly taller, and fine dark-green dragon scales emerged from beneath her skin. Her eyes turned into vertical pupils, and her hands transformed into Dragon Claws.
A heart-stopping aura spread from her body, accompanied by a faint fishy-sweet scent.
Jade Phosphor Dragon Martial Soul Possession, complete.
Two yellow and two purple, a total of four spirit rings, rose one after another from beneath her feet and pulsed rhythmically.
Almost at the same time, Ye Lingling also took half a step forward, quietly standing beside Dugu Yan.
She did not say much. She merely lifted her slender hand.
A soft pink light bloomed, and a pinkish-white begonia flower appeared in her palm, radiating a dense aura of life.
The same two yellow and two purple, four spirit rings, quietly circled around the begonia flower.
Another Spirit Ancestor!
Dugu Yan directly assumed a posture that clearly said, if anyone on your side dares to move, I will immediately release poison.
Tang San and Xiao Wu's expressions instantly became extremely grave.
They had never expected that the two exceptionally beautiful girls beside Lin Mo would possess such terrifying strength.
Judging by their age, they seemed to be around the same age as Dai Mubai, yet their cultivation had already reached the Spirit Ancestor Realm.
Although they were not sure what specific Martial Souls the two possessed, judging from their auras alone, one was powerful while the other specialized in healing. The two complemented each other perfectly.
With such a combination, even if the Shrek Seven Devils were all in perfect condition, it would be difficult for them to gain any advantage. That was even more true now that Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were already injured.
For a moment, no one on Shrek Academy's side dared to move.
Among them, Ning Rongrong, who had been silently observing, trembled violently after clearly seeing the Nine Heart Begonia in Ye Lingling's hand and the unique jade-green scales on Dugu Yan.
Her large, spirited eyes widened suddenly, and undisguised shock flashed deep within her pupils.
She recognized them.
Weren't these two Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling?
Why were they here?
And why were they with Tang San and Xiao Wu's former classmate?
Zhao Wuji, who had been watching the scene from the second floor of another restaurant, could no longer sit still.
He knew about the conflict between the Shrek Seven Devils and Canghui Academy.
He also knew that the Shrek Seven Devils were fighting Ye Zhiqiu, the external affairs director of Canghui Academy, who possessed the Black Tortoise Martial Soul.
However, Zhao Wuji had wanted to see the mettle of these little monsters. Before they truly suffered a loss, he would definitely step in to stop Ye Zhiqiu, the Black Tortoise Spirit King.
After all, Zhao Wuji's main task on this trip was to protect these little fellows from harm during the Spirit Hunt.
But who could have expected Lin Mo's trio to suddenly appear?
Not only had they disrupted the rhythm of the battle, but after only a few words, they had started fighting.
What Zhao Wuji found most intolerable was that, even though they had fought, the ones getting beaten were people from Shrek Academy.
Zhao Wuji leaped directly from the second floor and rushed straight toward Lin Mo's trio.
His burly body landed on the ground with a dull thud, causing the earth to tremble slightly.
At the same time, on the second floor of the other restaurant, Yu Feng was leaning against the window and peering downward. When he clearly saw the situation in the open space in the distance, he immediately began shouting.
"Teacher Qin! Boss! And Big Sis, they're fighting with someone!"
Hearing this, everyone who was eating, including Qin Ming, instantly became interested and poked their heads out to look into the distance.
Yu Tianheng, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Oslo also squeezed toward the window.
They immediately saw Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling standing in the field.
The four bright spirit rings beneath their feet were especially conspicuous in the dim night.
What surprised them even more was that Lin Mo was holding two strange boys, one in each hand, and slapping them back and forth like spinning tops.
Even though those two had already released their Martial Souls, one with flames burning on his body and the other having completed White Tiger possession, they still had no ability to resist in Lin Mo's hands.
Lin Mo's movements were clean and efficient. Every strike landed precisely on his opponents, producing crisp slapping sounds.
The two could not even block, let alone fight back. They could only barely mobilize their protective spirit power, yet they were still beaten into a wretched state.
After Qin Ming saw the situation below, he inwardly cried out that things were bad. His heart was full of bitterness.
Hadn't he just warned Lin Mo and the others not to interfere in the conflict between Canghui Academy and that group of strange Spirit Masters?
How had they ended up getting involved themselves?
And judging from that posture, the blows were not light.
Qin Ming did not even have time to call out to Yu Tianheng and the others. With a flash of his figure, he leaped directly from the second-floor window, intending to stop Lin Mo and his group.
He had to hurry over. Otherwise, if things escalated further, it would be difficult to settle.
As Qin Ming set off, Zhao Wuji had already reached the Shrek Seven Devils' side.
His tall body stood between Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the Shrek group like a wall.
Zhao Wuji's gaze first swept over Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling.
When he clearly saw their ages and the four spirit rings, two yellow and two purple, beneath their feet, his pupils suddenly contracted, and he immediately became extremely alert.
These two girls looked at most about the same age as Mubai.
To possess Spirit Ancestor level cultivation at this age, and with the optimal spirit ring ratio, their background was definitely not simple.
They were absolutely not existences a small Canghui Academy could compare to.
Zhao Wuji's mind raced.
There were only a few powers on the entire continent that could cultivate geniuses of this level. They either came from the Upper Three Sects, Spirit Hall, or the imperial families of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires.
No matter which side it was, it was not something a mere Spirit Saint like him could easily provoke.
On the other side, Lin Mo was still busy slapping Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai.
Naturally, he sensed Zhao Wuji's undisguised movements.
But Lin Mo had no intention of stopping.
Zhao Wuji was not Tang Hao.
If he were truly pushed to his limit, he and Charizard might even be able to take Zhao Wuji down.
Besides, he was in the right.
It was Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai who had been disrespectful first. Teaching them a lesson was only natural.
Thinking of this, Lin Mo increased the strength of his strikes a little more.
Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai could no longer even scream. They could only let out muffled whimpers.
Both of their bodies had swollen all over, and their faces had turned into pig heads.
That was from being slapped hard, palm after palm, by Lin Mo's hands infused with Dragon Flame.
Their bodies were covered in burn marks, and their clothes had been scorched with charred holes, revealing red, swollen, and ulcerated skin beneath.
Their injuries were quite severe.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Wuji's face darkened so much that it seemed water might drip from it.
"Stop!" Zhao Wuji barked, his voice carrying obvious anger.
Although he was wary of the powers behind Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling, he could not simply stand by and watch his academy's students be used as punching bags.
Just as Zhao Wuji's voice fell, Qin Ming also rushed over.
After landing, Qin Ming's gaze quickly swept across the field.
When he clearly saw the burly figure standing in front of the Shrek group, he was first stunned. Then, disbelief appeared on his face.
He spoke hurriedly, his voice carrying both urgency and surprise. "Teacher Zhao? Why are you here?"
Zhao Wuji turned his head at the sound and looked at Qin Ming.
After clearly seeing Qin Ming's appearance, he was also taken aback, then spoke in a rough voice. "Xiao Ming? Is it you?"
Zhao Wuji had clearly recognized Qin Ming as well.
Qin Ming quickly walked over to Zhao Wuji and bowed slightly. "Teacher Zhao, long time no see."
His tone was respectful, and within it was a very obvious trace of anxiety.
Zhao Wuji nodded, considering it a greeting.
He pointed at Lin Mo, his tone unfriendly. "Xiao Ming, did you bring this fellow? He's certainly ruthless."
Qin Ming shook his head and smiled bitterly without answering. Then he turned toward Lin Mo and shouted in a deep voice, "Lin Mo, stop!"
Hearing this, Lin Mo finally stretched lazily and stopped his movements.
He casually tossed the limp, mud-like Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai onto the ground, as if throwing away two bags of trash.
The two had been beaten by Lin Mo to the point where they did not even have the strength to crawl. Now, they could only lie on the ground, constantly groaning in pain.
Lin Mo patted the nonexistent dust off his hands and turned to look at Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming.
His gaze slowly swept over the seven spirit rings beneath Zhao Wuji's feet, two yellow, two purple, and three black, the standard spirit ring configuration for a Spirit Saint.
Upon seeing the colors of Zhao Wuji's spirit rings, not only did Lin Mo show no fear, but a faint curve tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Zhao Wuji, his voice calm yet carrying a few traces of undisguised mockery.
"What? Did I hit the young, so now the old has come?"
Lin Mo paused, his gaze fixed on Zhao Wuji.
"Could it be that your academy's tradition is bullying the small?"
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