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Li Yisong was stunned.
He subconsciously glanced at the six glowing spirit rings at his feet.
Is this young man blind or stupid? Can't he see the Soul Emperor's aura?
"Are you the dean?"
He laughed angrily, "Ha! What a joke! Since when can anyone just write a sign and call themselves the dean? Fine, even if you are the dean, then you explain why you dare to openly snatch students from the gate of our Shrek Academy? Have you no manners at all!"
Jiang Yunzhou raised an eyebrow, looking completely innocent. "Did she join your college? Did she pay the fees? Sign any papers? Since she didn't, she can go with whomever she wants. How can that be called stealing? That's called fair competition."
Li Yisong was taken aback. What he said sounded absurd, but upon closer inspection, it made some sense.
Ke Ren was clearly taken from his team!
"That's just sophistry! Young man, I advise you to be sensible. Apologize immediately and compensate our academy with one hundred gold coins for emotional distress, and I'll pretend this never happened. Otherwise..."
When Jiang Yunzhou heard the word "compensation".
The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his eyes turned cold.
"What did you say? Compensation? Say it again?"
For some reason, Li Yisong suddenly felt the surrounding air turn cold, and an invisible pressure made his scalp tingle slightly.
But the Soul Emperor's pride forced him to stand firm: "I'll make you apologize! And compensate me..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was met with a crisp and decisive slap!
With a crisp crack, Li Yisong didn't even see the movement clearly. He only felt a tremendous force strike him, and his whole body flew backward uncontrollably for several meters before crashing heavily to the ground, seeing stars.
"You want me to pay compensation?"
Jiang Yunzhou's voice was as cold as ice, "You probably haven't asked how I got the title of 'Slap God of War'?"
He was clearly still angry after just one slap. He took a few steps forward, grabbed Li Yisong by the collar, lifted him up, and slapped him several more times across the face.
"Clap clap-"
The crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the street, making everyone around twitch their eyelids.
"Do you still want compensation?"
"Do you still want to apologize?"
Li Yisong was already dizzy from being slapped so hard, his cheeks were swollen, and his ears were ringing.
He was both shocked and furious; he felt like he was about to vomit blood.
A dignified Soul Emperor was slapped like a grandson in front of everyone!
What's even more terrifying is that he discovered he couldn't muster even the slightest strength to resist this young man!
Where on earth did this malevolent star come from?
He tried to call for help, but his mouth was so swollen that he couldn't utter a single word.
The commotion finally alerted the people inside the Smile Academy.
The first one to rush out was Dai Mubai.
He was instantly enraged when he saw his teacher being grabbed by the collar and slapped repeatedly across the face!
"Asshole! Stop it!"
He roared and released his Martial Soul without hesitation: "Martial Soul, Possess!"
As he charged forward, he had already completed the possession of his martial spirit, and his aura was fierce.
However, Jiang Yunzhou merely raised his eyes and gave him a cold glance.
The coldness and indifference in those eyes sent a jolt through Dai Mubai's heart, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.
"Zhu Qing..."
Jiang Yunzhou didn't even turn his head, and calmly ordered, "Go, take care of him, beat him to death."
Zhu Zhuqing's fists were already clenched and her teeth were grinding as soon as Dai Mubai appeared.
A surge of resentment and hatred welled up in my heart instantly.
At this time, Dai Mubai was fifteen years old and a level thirty-seven Battle Soul Venerable.
After being taught the initiation technique and familiarizing himself with it overnight, Zhu Zhuqing's strength was now far beyond what it used to be. He was just missing a real opponent to practice against and vent his frustrations on.
With the teacher backing us up, what's there to be afraid of!
"Okay, teacher!"
Zhu Zhuqing responded and stepped forward. The Nine Ghost Cat Martial Soul instantly possessed her, and two yellow soul rings suddenly lit up.
"Disgusting thing, your opponent is me!"
She let out a low shout, filled with rage, and charged directly at Dai Mubai.
The two clashed instantly, their soul energies colliding and creating a gust of wind.
Zhu Zhuqing's attacks were fierce and agile, and she went all out, wanting to completely unleash her pent-up emotions.
Jiang Yunzhou stopped paying attention to the battle over there.
After fanning himself for so long, he shook his hands, seemingly a little tired, so he simply stomped the limp Li Yisong to the ground.
"Old man, my hand is sore from slapping you, it's not fair that you don't compensate me for my trouble?"
Li Yisong coughed up several teeth mixed with blood, he was absolutely furious.
I got beaten up like this, and I still have to pay compensation? Is there no law anymore?
"You, you dare, let me go, or you're dead..." he managed to squeeze out the threat, but it was utterly powerless.
As a result, he received several more merciless kicks from Jiang Yunzhou.
"Old man, can't you see the situation? You dare threaten me?"
"Pfft...cough..." Li Yisong was kicked a few more times.
The commotion grew louder and louder until finally, an even larger figure roared out from inside the Shilai Academy!
"Which bastard dares to touch anyone from my Shrek Academy? I'll teach you a lesson!"
It was Zhao Wuji!
He strode in, and with each step he took, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.
What's even more breathtaking is the series of spirit rings rising from beneath his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
With a total of seven spirit rings, the powerful pressure of a Soul Saint instantly enveloped the entire area!
"It's a Soul Saint! A Soul Saint powerhouse!"
"That young man is finished! He's gotten himself into big trouble!"
Chapter 22 Dai Mubai: Frustrating! So incredibly frustrating!
The onlookers never take responsibility for their words, even though they have already been proven wrong once.
They continued to gasp and discuss, all thinking that Jiang Yunzhou was in big trouble.
Jiang Yunzhou's eyes lit up; far from being afraid, he was actually quite pleased.
Another one? Looks like my income will increase quite a bit today.
Li Yisong, who was standing at his feet, was almost crippled; if the fight continued, he would be beaten to death.
He had noticed the bulging money bag on Li Yisong's body long ago; those were the hundreds of gold coins he had just earned as registration fees!
So, under Zhao Wuji's angry gaze and the stunned silence of everyone present, Jiang Yunzhou very naturally began to rummage through Li Yisong's body and quickly pulled out a heavy money bag.
He weighed it in his hand, and listening to the pleasant clinking sound of the gold coins inside, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, here's your hard-earned money."
That's why they say murder and arson bring wealth; this kind of business requires no capital, and the money comes quickly!
Just as Zhao Wuji, fueled by overwhelming rage, was about to approach, Jiang Yunzhou had already deftly slipped the bag of gold coins into his pocket.
Then, as if kicking away a pebble in his way, he casually kicked the limp Li Yisong away.
As luck would have it, Li Yisong's body traced an arc and landed precisely on the chair where he had been sitting to collect fares, making a dull thud.
However, he had been beaten beyond recognition and could only continue to play dead to avoid being laughed at.
It’s so frustrating.
Zhao Wuji was powerless to stop it, his eyes wide with rage, and his beard almost stood on end!
How long has it been? How long has it been since anyone dared to be so arrogant in front of him, the Immovable King!
"You little bastard! You're asking for death!" His voice was booming, making people's eardrums go numb.
Zhao Wuji is not like Li Yisong, whose Soul Emperor status is somewhat exaggerated; he is a ruthless character who has truly fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Jiang Yunzhou merely chuckled, a thought flickering in his mind.
In an instant, a surge of powerful soul energy erupted from his body, and dazzling soul rings rose one after another beneath his feet—purple, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black!
With a full seven spirit rings, he was clearly a Spirit Saint!
Zhao Wuji's momentum abruptly halted, his copper-bell-like eyes filled with disbelief!
He rubbed his eyes. If he wasn't mistaken, this boy's first spirit ring was actually purple? And it was a Spirit Saint.
How old is this boy?
He doesn't look much older than Dai Mubai and the others, how could he possibly be a Soul Saint?
But we can't worry about that now.
Jiang Yunzhou didn't care about the turmoil in his heart. He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a phantom of a long sword, emitting a sharp, cold light, instantly materialized.
He pointed the tip of his sword at Zhao Wuji, his tone flippant:
"Big Bear, don't say I didn't give you a chance. How about I let you make the first move?"
Provocation! Utter humiliation!