Zhou Yi's neck and wrinkled face turned red like a pig's liver. She pointed fiercely at Wang Dong's departing figure, yet she never truly erupted.
There was only one reason—behind Wang Dong stood the mighty Clear Sky Sect. She had no illusions about overwhelming him with strength.
But as she looked around, she saw countless students staring at her with expressions of shock, astonishment, or realization. It felt like needles pricking her back. She had lost all face. Her hands and feet trembled, and for a moment, she completely lost her composure…
"Wang Dong! Stop! Is this how you speak to your teacher?" Tang San suddenly stood up and spoke sternly.
Wang Dong paused.
Turning his head, he looked at Tang San, who was acting all righteous, feeling somewhat dumbfounded.
Not long ago, this very man had gone to Elder Xuan, asking him to lift the Caged Bird Technique from Wang Dong. Wang Dong had agreed without hesitation, not wanting to have anything to do with Tang San. She always felt he was creepy.
And now, this…
"Wang Dong! Apologize to Teacher Zhou Yi immediately! She is still a teacher, and we must respect our teachers!" Tang San frowned.
Though he regretted his approach slightly, as a father, he believed he had to assert his "authority," especially since Tang Chao from the Hao Tian Sect had left. This was Shrek Academy's territory, and he had the powerful Elder Xuan on his side.
Of course, the key point was that he never really acknowledged Wang Dong. To him, Wang Dong was nothing more than a tool—a vessel for merging his daughter's soul.
If she played along, he could call her "daughter."
If she didn't…
She was just a pawn.
If this were Tang Wutong, he would never have reprimanded her like this.
"And you are?" Wang Dong looked utterly "confused."
"Wang Dong, don't be ridiculous…" Tang San frowned.
"So, who are you again?" Wang Dong asked indifferently.
Tang San: "…"
"Pfft!"
In an instant, Wang Dong stomped on Tang San's face, pinning him underfoot. The full strength of a Rank 39 Soul Elder was on full display. The radiant wings of the Goddess of Light Butterfly fluttered gently.
[T/N: Lmao]
Under the sunlight, her expressionless yet handsome profile looked incredibly stunning.
Many female students clutched their chests, a blush creeping onto their faces.
So handsome…
"You… how dare you…" Tang San was humiliated, lying under Wang Dong's foot. A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth, and his voice trembled.
He had originally wanted to use this opportunity to establish his authority and convince Wang Dong to stay under his control instead of running around.
But he never expected…
This mere tool to be so arrogant!
That Zhou Yi… utterly useless…
Tang San shut his eyes in disgrace. Zhou Yi seemed completely stunned by this unexpected turn of events, frozen in place. Meanwhile, his attempt to establish dominance in this class had utterly collapsed.
From now on, he feared he would become a joke.
"Trash. When you were crippled, I was the one who saved you. I still remember the way you groveled and begged back then. Has it been so long that you've already forgotten?" Wang Dong gazed quietly out the window, pressing his shoe harder against Tang San's face. A bloodstained tooth flew from Tang San's mouth—clearly, that stomp had not been light.
Hearing this, Tang San grew increasingly anxious.
If Wang Dong truly exposed his past, then everything he had done in Tian Dou City would soon be laid bare as well…
By then, where would the dignity of the so-called "Tang God-King" be? Where would his pride go?
"Wang Dong! Let him go!" Zhou Yi finally snapped out of it, her expression dark enough to drip ink.
She unleashed her full Soul Emperor pressure upon Wang Dong.
"Heh, is this all you've got?" Wang Dong sneered. His right foot shifted slightly before delivering a powerful kick, sending Tang San flying through the air like a dead dog. He landed heavily beside Zhou Yi.
Without hesitation, Wang Dong strode toward the classroom door. Before stepping out, he turned and glanced at Zhou Yi.
"Forget ten years, even five years from now, will you still be able to withstand a single strike from me, you piece of trash?"
With that, he walked out of the classroom, leaving Zhou Yi standing there, face ashen with rage.
The hallway was packed with watching students.
As soon as Wang Dong stepped out, whistles and cheers erupted.
Clearly, many had long disliked Zhou Yi…
Sun-Moon Empire.
Under the dim moonlight…
Just outside Mingdu City…
A squad of city guards patrolled along the outskirts. The leading officer scanned his surroundings before signaling: Stop!
The dozens of soldiers halted, breaking into casual conversations.
Meanwhile, the officer glanced toward the towering city walls. Hidden by the nearby trees, he was safe from searchlights and watchful eyes.
Ignoring the looseness of his men, he gazed up at the treetops.
After a brief silence, there was a stir among the branches. A figure dressed in black leaped down, landing soundlessly.
The figure approached the officer, speaking in a hoarse voice. "My goods have arrived, yes?"
"Here." The officer showed no hesitation, retrieving a storage soul tool and tossing it over.
"Go ahead and inspect it," the officer said, lighting a cigarette.
Taking a deep drag, he exhaled a cloud of smoke, squinting as he spoke. "Aside from the guided missiles—those are too classified—the higher-ups said everything else was easy. The newest model of mechas, as well as a few eighth and ninth-tier soul tools, all yours. My master said, if you're looking for the best arms dealers in the Sun-Moon Empire, you've found them."
"Mechas?" The black-robed figure checked the contents of the soul tool before looking up.
"Yep. Latest models. Supposedly, even a Rank 6 Soul Engineer can pilot one and unleash the power of a Rank 7. Insane, right? If not for my orders, I'd have tried them myself." The officer licked his lips, his face full of longing.
"These mechas… they must be fresh from the factory. Many of the components are still sealed—brand new," the black-clad figure mused.
"Heh, this is nothing. Just know my master has eyes and ears everywhere. Getting brand-new mechas? Easy." The officer boasted proudly.
"Is that so?" The black-robed figure raised an eyebrow. "Then… can you tell me which powerful figure in the Sun-Moon Empire your master is?"
"Hey, that's overstepping. Who did they send this time? Doesn't even know the rules?" The officer frowned, turning to face the hooded figure.
But before he could react, the figure pulled back the hood, revealing an exceptionally beautiful face.
Her skin was as pale as snow, made even more striking under the moonlight.
The officer's throat bobbed, suddenly feeling parched.
"You… wait, no!" His expression changed drastically. From the flowing cloak, an emblem surfaced—a crimson phoenix!
That was the insignia of the Fire Phoenix Soul Engineer Legion—one of the Four Great Soul Engineer Legions!
They were doomed!
He lunged forward, trying to snatch back the storage ring from the girl's hand, but it was too late.
The girl chuckled lightly, retreating swiftly.
From atop the city walls, powerful soul tool searchlights blazed, illuminating the area as if it were daytime.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundreds of soldiers clad in fiery red armor, equipped with flying soul tools, descended in perfect formation, surrounding the area.
The clanking of armor, the hum of flying soul tools, and synchronized shouts shattered the once-quiet night.
The crowd parted as a commanding figure stepped forward.
"Take them away," Xu Cheng ordered, his tone indifferent as he glanced at the squad captain, now collapsed in terror. He waved his hand dismissively.
"Interrogate them thoroughly. Find out exactly who is behind this. Move out."
"Yes, sir!"