Chapter 39: The Wrath of the King
As soon as Lin Yun's words left his mouth, those students who had just been about to stand and rebuke Zhou Yi immediately sat back down, one by one turning their gazes toward the seat in the back row.
When they saw that it was Lin Yun—the one hailed as the strongest new student—who had spoken up, their faces showed a clear expression of anticipation.
Anyone who could meet Shrek Academy's entry standards was considered a genius in their hometown. Even after arriving and realizing they were now just average among elites, their pride remained. Being called trash by an old woman on the first day of class? No one could endure that!
And now, the most talented among them was about to rebel—this was practically electric for a bunch of rebellious soul masters.
This was where Lin Yun's fame paid off.
Humans have a herd mentality. When someone stands up—and that person has enough prestige to convince others—those who were hesitant before will quickly follow.
With Lin Yun present, this group of total strangers in Class One suddenly united as if bound by the same rope.
Zhou Yi was both furious and secretly pleased.
She had expected Lin Yun to be arrogant, but not this arrogant! At the same time, her goal had been achieved—she wanted to provoke Lin Yun.
A Soul Elder, no matter how strong, could never beat a Soul Emperor… absolutely impossible!
Her original plan was simple: provoke Lin Yun, suppress him with overwhelming power, and gradually make him submit to her authority.
"Heh. I said you're trash. Got a problem with that?" Zhou Yi crossed her arms and sneered.
She stomped her right foot, and six soul rings immediately rose beneath her. The oppressive aura of a Soul Emperor swept across all of Class One.
Those who had been enjoying the show fell silent, terrified. They were glad they hadn't stuck their necks out—Zhou Yi, a Soul Emperor, really could throw them out one by one!
And Lin Yun?
Zhou Yi's soul power didn't affect him in the slightest. Instead, it triggered a feeling of being challenged—an ant dancing in front of a dragon king!
Lin Yun's golden eyes suddenly contracted into vertical pupils, with a trace of crimson flashing within.
"I'm asking you…"
"Who the hell are you barking at?!"
ROAR—
A majestic dragon roar exploded in everyone's ears. It was as if they all saw a golden dragon towering taller than mountains, its blood-red eyes looking down on them from the heavens.
This was an instinctive reaction from Lin Yun.
Zhou Yi's martial soul was a Red Dragon—far inferior to a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, merely a decent sub-dragon species at best.
In the presence of the Golden Dragon King, how dare she bare her fangs?
Thus, she was even more heavily suppressed. The glow of her six soul rings dimmed, and an overwhelming sense of threat surged through her heart.
Had she activated Martial Soul Possession, Lin Yun's dragon aura would've forced her to cancel it immediately.
Dragons were a bloodline-dominant race. They didn't care about logic—they dominated through ancestry.
Zhou Yi was shocked. Even her soul power seemed to stagnate, unable to flow freely. Her strength couldn't be fully unleashed—her martial soul was even resisting her commands.
Under this pressure, casting any soul skill would require twice the usual soul power just to achieve normal effectiveness.
How is this possible? The Golden Dragon martial soul is powerful, yes—but how could it suppress me this much?
Though this thought swirled in her mind, Zhou Yi grew more excited.
Yes—this is the kind of genius she wanted! A true monster among prodigies! Only such talent was worthy of being refined by someone like her, who was also a genius in teaching.
He needed to be crushed—crushed completely!
Even if her power was suppressed, could a Soul Elder like Lin Yun really defeat a Soul Emperor?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
If he could beat her here and now, she'd eat the human-skin mask on her face!
"Heh… So young, so arrogant. Looks like this teacher really needs to show you what it means to respect your elders," Zhou Yi sneered, stepping off the podium and approaching Lin Yun step by step.
Her six soul rings emitted a growing pressure that weighed heavily on the surrounding students.
Watching Zhou Yi steadily approach, Xiao Xiao cast a worried glance at Lin Yun.
Was it really wise to clash with a teacher?
Sure, your defiant attitude is pretty cool… but Zhou Yi is a Soul Emperor!
Lin Yun met Zhou Yi's gaze, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Sorry, I don't know what it means to respect teachers and honor the Way. I only know this—those who fear trouble are mediocrities."
"And now, I'll show you exactly why that is."
Buzz...
The soul power around Lin Yun surged violently. The fabric of his right sleeve was shredded by sharp, hardened dragon scales as his arm gradually transformed into a dragon claw.
A brilliant violet glow rose from beneath his feet and settled on his transformed right hand.
First ring—violet. A thousand-year soul ring!
And that was just the beginning.
Second ring—violet, another thousand-year soul ring!
Third ring—black, a ten-thousand-year soul ring!
As the violet-violet-black combination encircled Lin Yun's arm, the entire class fell silent. Mouths hung open in stunned disbelief. Shock and awe filled every gaze.
Their jaws nearly hit the floor.
Wait, what? Bro, are you hacking?
The standard soul ring configuration is yellow-yellow-purple—and you show up with violet-violet-black? That's a full era ahead!
Especially Wang Dong. He'd been smug about his second soul ring, sneering at anyone whose second ring wasn't at least purple.
And now?
Turns out he was the ordinary one all along.
Lin Yun ignored the class's shock. He slowly raised his transformed right hand into a clenched fist, eyes gleaming with a sinister light.
"So, Zhou Yi, teacher—why don't you teach me what it means to respect your elders and uphold tradition?"
"Or perhaps… it's time a student showed you whether it's better to avoid trouble—or to face it head-on without fear."
Gulp...
Zhou Yi instinctively swallowed hard. After Lin Yun's Martial Soul Possession, the pressure of his draconic aura had intensified. Where earlier she could exert a bit more than half of her true strength, now she could barely muster thirty percent!
At thirty percent, could a Soul Emperor possibly defeat a supreme genius with ultimate attributes and overranked soul rings?
Impossible.
Zhou Yi... panicked.
But Lin Yun had no interest in waiting for her response—his fury had already ignited.
A weak, low-bloodline Red Dragon dared to challenge the authority of a king?
(End of Chapter)
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