"Xiao Xiao!" Wang Dong'er stood to the side, her eyes filled with anxiety.
But she was helpless. She didn't dare to interfere with the matter lightly, and using the influence of the Clear Sky Sect was even more impossible. She hadn't even figured out the secrets hidden by the gods within her or by her Big Dad and Second Dad, so how could she dare to continue relying on the Clear Sky Sect? She was already scrambling to draw a line between them.
This was also the reason why she had endured the shame of stepping on that guy's back a few days ago.
But... that guy took the benefits and didn't do the job! She was so angry she wanted to smother him to death with a quilt in the middle of the night.
Thump
Xiao Xiao finally exhausted her strength. Her footsteps faltered, and she half-knelt on the ground, struggling to keep her extremely weak body from collapsing.
Under the dual torment of martial soul and body, the young girl could no longer endure it and was about to collapse on the ground.
"Xiao Xiao!" Wang Dong'er exclaimed, stepping forward to support her.
The fifty-plus-jin armor made her body tremble. Wang Dong'er's pink-blue eyes were filled with anger and heartache as she looked at Xiao Xiao, who had almost fainted. She didn't dare to imagine how she had managed to hold on for so long...
An eleven-year-old girl from the support system, unable to rely on any soul power, had run nearly twenty kilometers while carrying a load of over forty jin.
"Get out of the way! She isn't dead yet, is she?" Zhou Yi walked over, stomping in her high heels. Behind her followed a soul saint from the support system. The latter's eyes were indifferent, and green vines ascended from his palms, with one green leaf gently landing on Xiao Xiao.
The latter's pale complexion gradually regained some color, but in her awakened emerald-green pupils, there was an indescribable fatigue and weariness. Mental torment could not be healed by the support system. "Keep running!" Zhou Yi snorted coldly.
"I don't believe I can't cure your selfish habits today."
"Get lost! Which class is this brat from, daring to interfere in my New Class 1's business?" Zhou Yi waved her hand, slapping towards Wang Dong'er's face.
Slap
Zhou Yi's eyes gradually filled with shock. A sharp pain suddenly shot through her hand, and it swelled up visibly to the naked eye. Standing in front of her was that brat named Lu Cheng.
"You... what do you want to do?!" Zhou Yi shouted, her voice harsh, glaring angrily at Lu Cheng.
She was, after all, a teacher at the Outer Academy. If she were slapped in the face by a student, how would she be able to show her face in the future? Still, her arrogant aura subsided quite a bit.
In the end, she was only a Soul Emperor, and she only managed to become a homeroom teacher because her husband was Fan Yu. If she really encountered a tough nut like the monster Lu Cheng, it was hard to say who would win.
"Lu Cheng..." Wang Dong'er hugged Xiao Xiao, a flash of joy appearing in her pink-blue eyes. That back was as steady as Mount Tai, safe and reliable.
"Interesting. A piece of trash is actually able to ride roughshod over a disciple with twin spirits and Innate full soul power... And Shrek Academy is actually just letting it slide. Tsk tsk." Lu Cheng scrutinized the angry Zhou Yi, showing no respect at all, and spoke indifferently after a scoff.
The whole space seemed to freeze. Zhou Yi's eyes were blank and dazed. Was he scolding me?
The many students around were even more dumbfounded. Daring to call Zhou trash directly? No one had done that in all these years.
Wang Dong'er's pink-blue eyes were equally dazed. She had thought Lu Cheng took the benefits and didn't do the job, but it turned out it wasn't that he didn't do it—this guy was flipping the table right from the start!
The Soul Saint at her side frowned slightly.
"Insulting a teacher, which class are you a student of?!"
"Abetting an evildoer, you aren't any good either." Lu Cheng had his hands in his pockets, glancing indifferently at the teacher at the Soul Saint level.
"You..." That teacher lived a privileged life and had never suffered such an insult; he was shocked and confused. But before he could speak, a volcano exploded beside him.
"You little beast, you dare call me trash?!" Zhou Yi finally reacted, her face turning liver-colored, and she pointed at Lu Cheng's nose, cursing furiously.
"A soul emperor in her forties, what is that if not trash?" Lu Cheng chuckled.
The students and disciples on the scene all covered their mouths, trying hard to suppress their laughter.
To be honest, for everyone present who could pass the first round of the New Student Assessment, as long as there were no accidents, more than ninety percent would basically be able to reach the Soul Emperor level before the age of forty, which was the end of the golden period of cultivation.
Zhou Yi's talent, looking at all her peers, was basically at the bottom. The strongest of her peers, Fan Yu, had long since entered the Soul Douluo realm, and Mu Jin had also stepped into the Soul Saint realm a few days ago.
"You scold a student with twin spirits and innate full soul power as trash, so I'm quite curious—what are you? Excrement that's not even as good as trash?" Lu Cheng looked down at Zhou Yi with contempt.
"You..." Zhou Yi was furious. Flames surged and boiled around her body, and a fire dragon's tail emerged from behind her, like an enhanced version of Wu Feng. With her martial soul possessing her, having dominated the Outer Academy for so many years, even Du Weilun had to look after her because of her relationship with Fan Yu—and a student dared to insult her in public.
"I'll say this one last time: kneel down and kowtow to apologize to me, or else..."
Boom!
But before Zhou Yi could finish, a fist had already broken through the scorching fire and slammed onto her face. Blood flowed from her nose, and her mask was burned through, revealing an exquisite and moving face, but it looked increasingly hideous and painful.
Her nasal bridge had been smashed in. This most fragile part of the body was naturally more sensitive, fragile, and painful.
Blood sprayed wildly from her mouth. Intertwined anger and pain made her hold nothing back anymore.
Six soul rings rose from under her feet. Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black...
"Sixth Soul Skill: Fire Dragon Bomb!" As a pitch-black soul ring rose from under her feet, Zhou Yi's hideous face looked like a demon. She only wanted to kill this beast who had made her lose face in front of the whole school and burn his body to ashes inch by inch with flames.
She condensed streaks of crimson fireballs in her hands and hurled them at Lu Cheng.
At this moment, Lu Cheng curled the corner of his mouth. "Martial soul possession, huh... When it comes to playing with fire, I am your ancestor."
A bright red soul ring slowly rose from under his feet. The entire sky gradually changed color, resembling a vast expanse of fiery clouds. Within the clouds, a massive phantom of a Three-Legged Golden Crow slowly emerged above Shrek Academy.
Countless students looked at this scene in a daze. And Lu Cheng stood slowly on the head of that Golden Crow, like the sovereign of ten thousand beasts, indifferently looking down at Zhou Yi, whose aura was gradually being suppressed.
"How is that possible..." Zhou Yi's expression was filled with terror. She clearly felt a trace of pressure from the Bloodline within the other's martial soul, making her want to kneel and bow. Her Red Dragon was clearly considered the highest-level beast-type Martial Soul; even if she encountered a true dragon, she wouldn't necessarily be afraid.
But why... when seeing this golden three-legged giant bird, was there a trembling and fear originating from her bone marrow?
"Zhou Yi, I shall... descend divine punishment upon you!" Lu Cheng looked down at Zhou Yi indifferently. He waved his hand casually. Terrifying and scorching wings transformed into streaks of crimson arrows, pouring down like rain, instantly tearing apart the fireballs Zhou had shot out.
"No! Fire Shield!" Zhou Yi's expression changed drastically. But those flaming arrows pierced straight through the fire shield and plunged into her body. Her body immediately burst into raging flames. Those flames were like a divine descent, unquenchable and inextinguishable.
"Ahhhhh!!!" Zhou Yi roared in pain. She was clearly also an expert at playing with fire, yet she was being completely crushed...
"Enough, stop..." A majestic voice resounded from the sky. Yan Shaozhe's figure slowly appeared, staring sternly at Lu Cheng.
"Lu Cheng, you have gone too far..."
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