Chapter 309
Explain! ?
"Xiao Wu! Retreat!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically urged the Blue Silver Grass to try and pull it apart.
Dai Mubai roared and once again raised the dimly lit White Tiger Barrier, attempting to block some of the cold wave.
Ma Hongjun also desperately spewed flames, trying to melt the ice.
However, the full-force attack of a Soul King is far too terrifying!
Xiao Wu's figure was instantly swallowed by the deep blue cold wave, and a thick layer of ice quickly formed on her body, freezing her movements instantly!
The terrifying impact sent her flying!
Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul has slightly better natural resistance to physical impact, but she was still frozen until her face turned blue and her soul power flowed poorly.
Dai Mubai was forced back several steps again, his protective shield shattered, and he finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, his face turning pale.
Tang San's Blue Silver Grass vines cracked and split under the extreme cold.
Ma Hongjun's flames were also suppressed to only a faint flicker.
In the arena, Ye Zhi Qiu was panting heavily. Releasing his fifth soul skill had taken a toll on him, and the sharp pain in his neck and armpits made him even more furious.
The ice on his body was slowly receding, but the scorch marks on the Xuan Turtle's shell from the Phoenix Fire made him look somewhat disheveled.
He looked at the Shrek members who had been blasted away and were injured to varying degrees, his eyes burning with murderous intent.
"You little bastards! Now do you know how powerful the Soul King is? Kneel down before me!"
The open space was a mess, covered in frost, and filled with a chilling atmosphere.
Although Shrek and his companions were injured, the fire in their eyes did not go out.
Dai Mubai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his golden eyes burning with even more frenzied fighting spirit. He stared at the panting Ye Zhi Qiu, revealing a blood-stained, ferocious smile, his voice hoarse yet still arrogant.
"Old tortoise...is that all you've got? You want us to kneel down? You...you're far from it!"
The White Tiger Martial Soul within him, stimulated by injury and extreme cold, had its ferocity fully unleashed.
Just then, a voice, tinged with a hint of laziness and impatience yet exceptionally clear, rang out abruptly from the shadows at the edge of the clearing, like an ice cube thrown into boiling oil:
"What are you little brats doing out here so late at night instead of resting? Why are you arguing with an old turtle?"
The voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to possess a peculiar penetrating power, instantly shattering the almost solidified killing intent in the arena.
Tang San shuddered violently!
He knew that voice all too well!
The soul power that had been gathered at his fingertips, ready to unleash the silent hidden arrow, suddenly dissipated. His hands, which had been resting on the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moonlit Night, seemed to have been burned, and he instinctively let them fall. His tense nerves relaxed considerably in an instant, replaced by a sense of security as if he had found his anchor.
Just as Dai Mubai was preparing to fight to the death and unleash the full power of the White Tiger Vajra Transformation, he felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water the moment he heard this voice.
That boiling, almost out-of-control rage and fighting spirit was actually suppressed by an invisible force!
He forcibly swallowed the tiger's roar that was about to burst from his throat, letting out a muffled groan. He pushed off with his feet, and his body shot backward without hesitation. In a few leaps, he had widened the distance between himself and Ye Zhi Qiu.
The movement was so fast that it even created a gust of wind.
The golden light in his evil eyes flickered uncertainly. When he looked toward the source of the sound, in addition to letting out a sigh of relief, there was also a complex emotion hidden deep within him: he did not want to show his embarrassment in front of the dean again after being thwarted by Lin Xia.
Xiao Wu, Oscar, and Ma Hongjun all looked in the direction of the sound, their faces showing expressions of relief.
The fat man patted his chest dramatically and muttered under his breath, "That scared me to death..."
From the shadows, a tall, thin middle-aged man with crystal glasses, a slightly protruding chin, and deep-set eyes slowly strolled out.
He wore a simple gray robe and looked somewhat unremarkable, but the occasional glint of shrewdness in his deep-set eyes was impossible to ignore.
It was none other than Flander, the four-eyed owl and headmaster of Shrek Academy!
Flander seemed oblivious to the menacing group from Canghui Academy opposite him, the frost-covered ground, the bloodstains on Dai Mubai's lips, and even Ye Zhiqiu's enormous Xuan Turtle Martial Soul phantom.
His gaze casually swept over the students of his academy, his brows furrowing slightly as usual, conveying an impatient "These troublesome brats have caused me trouble again" attitude. He waved his hand dismissively, his tone leaving no room for argument:
"What's all this commotion about? Go back to sleep!"
The order was given decisively, as if the life-or-death confrontation between the Soul King and the student was nothing more than child's play.
Flander's meddling completely angered Ye Zhi Qiu!
He felt his dignity as a Soul King and the Director of the Foreign Affairs Department of Canghui Academy being trampled on and rubbed repeatedly.
When the other teacher arrived, instead of apologizing, they treated them like they didn't exist and tried to take them away directly.
There's no such thing as a free lunch!
"Wait a moment!"
Ye Zhi Qiu took a sudden step forward, the ice beneath his feet cracking with a chilling, piercing sound, filled with rage.
Flander was turning to leave with his students when he heard this and turned back impatiently, pushing up his crystal glasses. His gaze behind the lenses held a hint of annoyance at being disturbed.
"Hmm? What is it?"
The tone was as if he were asking a stranger who was blocking his way.
Ye Zhi Qiu was so angry at his attitude that her chest felt tight. Suppressing her anger, she pointed at Dai Mubai and the others and said sternly:
"You're a teacher from Shrek Academy, aren't you? Just now, these students from your academy not only injured several of my students, but also repeatedly made disrespectful remarks and insulted Canghui Academy in the tavern and here! Now that you, as their teacher, are here, shouldn't you give us an explanation?!"
He emphasized the word "explain," and the black light surged from the phantom of the Xuan Turtle behind him. The five soul rings flickered, and the powerful Soul King aura spread out again, trying to force Flander to bow his head.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze even more.
The students of Canghui Academy straightened their backs, looking at Flander with resentment and a hint of expectation.
On Shrek Academy's side, Dai Mubai snorted coldly, Tang San's eyes remained calm, while Ma Hongjun secretly glanced again in the direction of the female student from Cang Hui.
After listening to Ye Zhi Qiu's righteous accusation, Flander showed no embarrassment or anger at being questioned; instead, he seemed to have heard something extremely boring.
He slightly raised his protruding chin, a clear hint of disdain and mockery flashing in his deep-set eyes, and even curled his lips into an extremely punchable arc.
He spoke clearly in a tone so calm it was almost infuriating:
"Confess? What is there to confess?"
He paused, his gaze sweeping over Ye Zhi Qiu and the group of disheveled students behind him. His voice suddenly rose, carrying a matter-of-fact disdain that clearly echoed throughout the open space:
"Canghui Academy? Ha, isn't it just a trash academy? Their words..."
Flander pointed at Dai Mubai and the others, his tone resolute.
"...It's not an insult!"
"Garbage Academy"! (End of Chapter)