Yu Qing looked at Zhao Wuji, who was trembling all over with a pale face. A gentle smile, as if meeting an old friend after a long time, appeared on his face as he greeted him in a relaxed tone:
"Zhao Wuji, long time no see."
This seemingly casual greeting sounded like a death warrant from the depths of Hell in Zhao Wuji's ears. His massive frame shook even more violently, and his voice carried an uncontrollable tremor as he stammered, "Ex... Excellency! Do... do you have... business with me?"
Yu Qing shook his head slightly, stepped aside, and turned his gaze to his two wives beside him, who were radiating Killing Intent. He spoke flatly, "It's not that I have business with you. It's them... they have some old scores to settle with you."
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Zhao—Wu—Ji—!"
Duan Xin's voice, saturated with icy Killing Intent, exploded like a clap of thunder. She took a step forward, her eyes locked onto Zhao Wuji. Each word she spoke was like ice beads hitting a jade plate:
"Do you remember us? Three years ago, your precious student publicly provoked us sisters with a mouth full of filth. We only wanted to teach him a small lesson, but you—as a teacher, without distinguishing right from wrong—actually tried to kill us. If not for my husband... we would have long since reached the Yellow Springs!"
"Today, I'll turn you, the 'immovable bright king', into a completely dead Blind Bear! To avenge the grudge from back then!"
"Wha...!" Zhao Wuji's pupils shrank violently. Before he could explain or beg for mercy—
Boom—!
Duan Xin's figure blurred instantly, turning into a crimson afterimage as fast as lightning. Almost at the same time the sound erupted, she appeared in front of Zhao Wuji. Her fist, covered in fine Dragon scales and wreathed in scorching flames, struck Zhao Wuji's muscular chest with a terrifying sonic boom.
Bang!!!
A dull roar like a giant drum being struck sounded. Zhao Wuji's tower-like, robust body was hit head-on as if by a prehistoric behemoth. Completely unable to make any defensive reaction, he was sent flying off the ground, tracing a pathetic arc in the air before crashing heavily into the ground dozens of meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Ugh..." Zhao Wuji felt a sweetness in his throat and forced back the blood welling up. He flipped up and looked down at his chest—the clothes there had shattered, revealing a clear fist print. His skin was bright red and aching faintly. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and had amazing defensive power. Although this punch was heavy and powerful, it mainly caused superficial injuries and a concussion.
"So... so fast! Such strong power!" Zhao Wuji was horrified. Three years ago, this girl was as weak as an ant before him. Now... she could actually send him flying with a single punch?!
Before he could catch his breath, the crimson shadow flashed again. Duan Xin's second punch attacked again like a storm, aimed straight at his face.
"Roar! Immovable Bright King Body!" Shocked and furious, Zhao Wuji roared subconsciously. The spirit power within him surged wildly, and his first spirit ring instantly lit up.
Buzz—
A heavy golden halo instantly covered his entire body. His muscles expanded as if inflated, and his skin took on a metallic luster. His arms crossed, protecting his chest firmly in his strongest defensive posture.
Thud!!
Another loud bang echoed as Duan Xin's fist slammed hard into his crossed arms.
"Stomp, stomp, stomp..." Zhao Wuji felt an irresistible, terrifying force transmit from his arms, making his blood surge. He uncontrollably retreated seven or eight steps before barely stabilizing himself, each step leaving a deep footprint in the ground.
"How is this possible?!" Zhao Wuji's shock was beyond measure. He had activated his first Spirit Ability, 'Immovable Bright King Body', which significantly boosted his defense and strength, yet he was still pushed back by a single punch? Just how far had this woman's strength reached?
Seeing this, Flender's expression changed drastically. He moved, wanting to step forward to help.
However, a purple figure blocked his path silently like a ghost. Zi Ruyi's expression was calm, but her eyes held an unquestionable coldness as she spoke indifferently: "This is our private grievance. If you interfere... then don't blame us for... fighting back."
Flender's body suddenly stiffened, a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He gritted his teeth hard, forcing down the urge to act. He didn't doubt for a moment that if he dared to move, that terrifying existence who hadn't yet acted would definitely erase him... and even the entire Shrek Academy... in an instant.
He took a deep breath, his voice dry and carrying a hint of pleading as he looked at Yu Qing: "Excellency... could you... spare Zhao Wuji's life? No matter the conditions... we can talk..."
Yu Qing just glanced at him indifferently without saying a word. That gaze, calm and rippleless, made Flender feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, unable to utter another word.
"Roar! Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul True Body!" In the battlefield, Zhao Wuji's temper flared, and he also felt a fatal threat. He let out a wild bear roar to the sky, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly lit up.
Boom!
His body expanded violently, instantly transforming into a terrifying giant bear over five meters tall, with muscles like rocks, covered in thick golden fur, fangs bared, and eyes glowing with ferocity. A wild aura swept across the field.
"Fourth Soul Skill, Gravity Tracking! Second Soul Skill, Vigorous Vajra Palm!" Zhao Wuji roared. His massive bear paws shimmered with piercing golden light, carrying a locking aura and the terrifying power to shatter mountains as they slammed down toward Duan Xin. The air let out an unbearable explosion.
This strike was a combination of Spirit Abilities, its power far exceeding the norm. Even a Spirit Saint of the same level would never dare to take it head-on.
"Good timing!" Instead of fear, a glimmer of excited Battle Intent flashed in Duan Xin's eyes. She let out a high-pitched Dragon's cry, and a bright crimson light erupted around her.
Crack, crack—
Crystal-clear Dragon scales, looking like carved rubies, instantly covered her entire body. Her hands transformed into razor-sharp Dragon Claws burning with platinum flames. Behind her, a pair of massive Dragon Wings unfurled with a 'whoosh'. On her head, a pair of winding, menacing Dragon Horns even grew. A Dragon Might, far more ancient, majestic, and wild than Zhao Wuji's, exploded forth.
Partial Dragon Transformation, or rather... Dragon Girl form.
Boom!! Without dodging, her Dragon Claws burning with platinum flames directly met the giant golden bear paw.
Tear—!!! A tooth-gritting tearing sound rang out. Under the unbelievable gazes of Zhao Wuji and Flender, Duan Xin's seemingly slender Dragon Claws actually tore through Zhao Wuji's massive Vigorous Vajra Bear paw—which was capable of splitting mountains—as easily as tearing a thin piece of paper. Golden spirit power fragments flew everywhere.
"What?!" Zhao Wuji let out a horrified roar!
However, what terrified him even more was yet to come. After tearing through his bear paw, Duan Xin's Dragon Claws didn't stop, grabbing his massive arm in his Martial Soul True Body state.
"Get... up!" Duan Xin shouted. A power terrifying to the extreme erupted from her seemingly petite body, actually lifting the over five-meter-tall giant bear Martial Soul True Body... and swinging it.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!!! Next, a violent and highly humiliating scene unfolded. Duan Xin grabbed Zhao Wuji's arm and slammed him frantically against the ground like a tattered sack. Every impact made the earth tremble and dust fly. Zhao Wuji let out roars of pain, struggling desperately, but he couldn't break free from those iron-clamp-like Dragon Claws at all.
"Let's end this!" Duan Xin seemed to have had enough. She suddenly threw Zhao Wuji's massive body high into the air, and the deep black fifth spirit ring at her feet suddenly lit up.
"Fifth Soul Skill, Bursting Dragon Flame Cannon!"
She opened her Dragon mouth, and a highly compressed ball of platinum Dragon Flame energy, radiating a destructive aura, instantly condensed. The next moment, a scorching platinum line of fire, like a laser, accurately blasted the mid-air Zhao Wuji, who had no way to dodge.
Awoooo—!!! Zhao Wuji let out an extremely shrill scream. Even in his Martial Soul True Body state, his golden fur was instantly ignited. The terrifying high temperature and explosive energy frantically eroded his body, and a scorched smell permeated the air!
"Si... Sixth Soul Skill, Vigorous Vajra Roar!" In extreme pain, Zhao Wuji exhausted his last bit of spirit power to unleash his strongest area-of-effect control and attack Spirit Ability. A terrifying sonic wave, visible to the naked eye and mixed with a powerful mental shock, swept toward Duan Xin like a tsunami.
However, the corner of Duan Xin's mouth merely curled into a disdainful sneer. She didn't even take a defensive stance. Around her, seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—slowly rose. A majestic, crimson dragon-shaped phantom flashed behind her for an instant. The moment the terrifying sonic wave and mental shock touched the dragon-shaped phantom, they were absorbed and vanished into nothingness, like a clay ox entering the sea.
"Im... Impossible!!" Zhao Wuji, falling from the sky with his body charred and smoking, struggled to lift his head. When he clearly saw the seven spirit rings beneath Duan Xin's feet, his mind completely collapsed. He let out an incoherent roar full of despair and disbelief:
"Spirit Saint! How could you be a Spirit Saint?! Three years! It's only been three years! How could you possibly Cultivate from a Quasi-Spirit King to a Spirit Saint?! This is absolutely impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"
Duan Xin looked down at him, her tone filled with immense pride and self-esteem: "With my husband here, nothing is impossible. How could a fool like you understand his greatness?"
"Evil methods! It must be evil methods!" Zhao Wuji roared frantically, as if grasping at the last straw. "You are Fallen Spirit Masters! You must have used some evil Cultivation Technique that overdraws life and devours the Soul! Otherwise, it would be impossible! It's absolutely impossible to advance so quickly!!"
These words were like the final spark igniting a powder keg.
Not only Duan Xin, but even Zi Ruyi, who had remained calm, saw her expression turn icy to the extreme. They could be insulted, but to insult their husband... was a capital offense.
"You—are—dead!" The Killing Intent in Duan Xin's eyes instantly surged to the peak.
"I intended to spare your life... but now, it seems unnecessary." Zi Ruyi's voice was as cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice. She stepped forward to stand side-by-side with Duan Xin. Beneath her feet, seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—also rose. She released her powerful spirit power fluctuations without any concealment.
"!" Zhao Wuji and Flender were once again shocked beyond measure. Another Spirit Saint, and another one so young.
The following scene could be described as a one-sided, extremely bloody slaughter.
After contracting with the Cloud-Shrouding Flower Emperor spirit soul, Zi Ruyi's Nebula Purple Emperor Vine Spirit's control ability had reached a terrifying level. Countless purple vines shimmering with starlight surged from the ground like living tentacles! They tightly used Binding to imprison the heavily injured Zhao Wuji! No matter how he struggled, he was like an insect caught in a spiderweb, unable to move.
Meanwhile, Duan Xin became the most violent Incarnation of destruction. Dragon Claw, Dragon Flame, and various powerful Spirit Abilities were poured frantically onto Zhao Wuji's defenseless Martial Soul True Body as if they cost nothing.
"Pfft! Boom! Crack!" The sounds of tearing flesh, shattering bones, and energy explosions were constant.
In just over a dozen breaths, the originally fierce Vigorous Vajra Bear Martial Soul True Body was forcibly beaten back to its original form. Zhao Wuji returned to his human shape, but he no longer looked human. His entire body was charred and mangled, countless bones were broken, and his aura was extremely weak. He was breathing his last, with more air going out than coming in.
Duan Xin and Zi Ruyi walked up to the dying Zhao Wuji, their eyes cold, as if looking at a pile of disgusting trash.
Zi Ruyi asked in a cold voice, posing the question buried in her heart for years: "Zhao Wuji. Back then... why did you ambush the teacher team from the Spirit Hall Advanced Academy? They had no grievances with you."
Zhao Wuji's vacant eyes twitched slightly, and his voice was so weak it was almost inaudible: "You... how... do you... know..."
"I forgot to tell you," Duan Xin added coldly. "Ruyi and I... were once students of the Spirit Hall Advanced Academy. And one of our teachers... died in that ambush of yours. Today... we are also here to ask for the truth of that year!"
Hearing this, the last spark of light in Zhao Wuji's eyes completely faded. He spoke no more, just stared blankly at the grey sky as if accepting his final fate.
Flender closed his eyes in pain, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, drawing blood. He opened his eyes again, his voice hoarse with a final, humble plea: "You two... could you... considering he has already received such punishment... spare... his miserable life? I, Flender... am willing to pay any price..."
"Heh." Duan Xin let out a cold sneer. "He killed our teacher and dared to insult our husband. These two crimes combined... are unpardonable! Today... he must die! Even if a god comes, they won't be able to save him! I said so!"
Before her voice even faded, Duan Xin's Dragon Claw, burning with platinum flames, was already raised high. With resolute Killing Intent, it slashed down fiercely.
"No—!" Flender's eyes nearly split from strain.
"Pfft!!!" A jarring sound of flesh and bone being forcibly torn apart echoed across the silent playground.
Zhao Wuji's charred body was forcibly... torn in two from the shoulder to the waist by that incomparably sharp Dragon Claw. Internal organs and blood sprayed everywhere; the scene was extremely bloody.
The immovable bright king, Zhao Wuji... deceased.
"You...!" Flender's eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his whole body trembled violently. Boundless anger and humiliation almost overwhelmed his reason. He stared fixedly at Duan Xin and Zi Ruyi, his teeth chattering.
But... just at the moment he was about to lose control and go berserk! A cold, vast, and abyss-like pressure, like an invisible mountain, silently pressed down on him. It made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. All his anger was forcibly suppressed back into his heart, leaving only deep helplessness and fear. He knew this was that Excellency who had remained silent... warning him.
And at that moment... a sudden change occurred.
From the right leg of the torn Zhao Wuji, a soft but pure energy fluctuation suddenly emanated. Specks of light gathered, faintly revealing the phantom of a bone that was dark gold in color, strangely shaped, and emitting dense spirit power fluctuations.
"Is this... a Spirit Bone?" Zi Ruyi's brow furrowed slightly as she waved her slender hand. A flash of purple light accurately severed Zhao Wuji's right leg. That dark-gold bone fell into her hand. Feeling the familiar yet somewhat strange energy within it, she murmured to herself: "So that's it... Was the item that teacher team was escorting back then... this ten thousand year spirit bone? Was this your... reason for murder and robbery?"
Flender watched helplessly as Zhao Wuji was dismembered and the Spirit Bone was taken away. The humiliation and hatred in his heart reached their peak, but... he could do nothing. He could only bury all of this deep, deep within his heart.
Duan Xin shook off the non-existent blood from her Dragon Claw and glanced coldly at Flender: "Flender, if you want revenge... fine. We are waiting at any time. Just next time... I hope you can find some decent helpers."
These words were naturally what Yu Qing had previously instructed them via secret voice transmission. Although the two women didn't understand why their husband wanted to spare Flender's life, they chose to trust and obey him unconditionally.
After saying that, the two women didn't give Flender or the group of shivering students another look. They turned and walked to Yu Qing's side.
Yu Qing's gaze swept calmly across the field, finally lingering for a moment on Flender's face, which was full of resentment he didn't dare show. He smiled faintly and said nothing. He reached out and naturally pulled his two wives close by their waists.
With a flash of silver light, the figures of the three disappeared from the spot like a Gui Mei, leaving behind a messy playground, a torn and charred corpse, a dean immersed in endless humiliation and hatred, and a group of young students who were scared out of their wits, their worldview severely impacted.
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