With the [Mountain Dragon King Left Arm], it was now difficult for Diyi Hong to die even if he wanted to.
His sense of security was maxed out.
He was just feeling delighted when a noisy commotion ca from outside.
Diyi Hong instinctively activated his spiritual scan and saw, a hundred ters away, Tang San dragging a middle-aged man, half coaxing and half forcing him in this direction.
"Teacher, don't be rash!"
"That Diyi Hong has a glib tongue—you won't win in an argunt with him!"
"Let's just go back. Why bother stooping to his level?"
Got it.
Tang San was stoking the fire, pushing Yu Xiaogang to co make trouble for him.
Otherwise, Tang San was already a three-ring Soul Elder. You're telling he couldn't hold back a Rank 29 two-ring Great Soul Master?
What a joke.
'Everyone, looks like a good show's coming,' Diyi Hong teased, 'Soone's delivering themselves to my door just to get slapped.'
["God of Phoenix": Judging by what the strear said, I bet it's Yu Xiaogang?]
["God of Phoenix": Zhuqing, what do you an by that? Who in Shrek doesn't know how strong the strear is? Only a blockhead like Yu Xiaogang would dare show up.]
["God of Speed": I didn't say anything.]
["God of Phoenix": Which is exactly why you said everything!]
["Nine-Colored Goddess": Fatty actually used his brain? I'm not used to this.]
["God of Phoenix": I'm a god now! Are you all kidding ?]
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a few rough knocks on the door, Yu Xiaogang's voice rang out sternly.
"I am Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang. I heard you coerced my disciple and called a fraud?"
"If you've got the guts to do that, co out—"
Boom!
The door was blasted flying, taking Yu Xiaogang and Tang San with it. The two tumbled across the training ground in front of the dormitory, looking extrely disheveled.
Diyi Hong stepped out of his room, his face dark.
"What are you, dogs? Showing up in the middle of the night to bang on doors?"
"You brat!" Yu Xiaogang scolded angrily. "This is how you respect your elders and teachers?"
"Who the hell are you? You think you're worthy of being my teacher?" Diyi Hong sneered.
"You—!"
Yu Xiaogang was furious!
Although he'd been invited to Shrek to teach, he hadn't been formally introduced yet. So technically, Diyi Hong's words couldn't be refuted.
Which only made him angrier!
The noise had awakened everyone else, who began coming out of their rooms.
Dai Mubai and Oscar were both drenched in sweat, having just finished so "physical training."
Zhu Zhuqing was fully dressed, with traces of soul power still lingering—clearly she had been cultivating.
Xiao Wu and ng Yiran, once "rivals," surprisingly erged from the sa room. Seems they were assigned to live together?
Flander really wasn't afraid of chaos.
Seeing the crowd, Yu Xiaogang actually cald down a bit and struck a dignified pose.
"Your dean Flander invited to guide your training."
"Out in the world, they call Grandmaster. The ten core principles of martial soul theory are all my work."
"I heard soone here forced my disciple to slander —I couldn't just stand by and do nothing!"
Oh?
Trying to use his reputation to pressure others?
Diyi Hong glanced at Tang San—did you not tell your teacher that even the dean treats with extra courtesy?
Tang San looked away, clearly guilty.
Alright, then!
So you really brought your teacher just to be humiliated?
Probably because Yu Xiaogang had been repeatedly ridiculed, Tang San felt unbalanced and wanted to stir up trouble.
Whether Diyi Hong lost face or Yu Xiaogang got burned—either way, Tang San would be happy.
What a black-hearted guy.
Diyi Hong thought about it—was arguing with Yu Xiaogang even worth it?
["Rakshasa God": Yu! Xiao! Gang!]
["Rakshasa God": Strear! I want that scumbag to suffer worse than death!]
[User "Rakshasa God" has sent a gift: [Divine Skill: Rakshasa Prison] ×1]
["Rakshasa God": Ruin his na! Make him wish he were dead! Turn him into a rat on the street!!!]
Oh-ho!
Almost forgot—in this tiline, Rakshasa God and Yu Xiaogang hadn't "reconciled" yet.
And Yu Xiaogang served as the Heaven Dou Empire's military advisor, helped Tang San fight against the Spirit Empire, and was all lovey-dovey with Liu Erlong.
Of course she hated him.
Now that's sothing worth doing.
'Rakshasa God, your request is a bit tricky. You're putting in a tight spot…'
[User "Rakshasa God" has sent a gift: [Death God Domain] ×1]
["Rakshasa God"]: In my world, Yu Xiaogang died in a clash between armies. That was too rciful!]
["Rakshasa God"]: I want him to suffer, to be worse than dead!!!]
["Rakshasa God"]: You na the price! Whatever I have, it's yours!]
Ah yes—hatred really is the best driver of consumption.
Diyi Hong rubbed his hands eagerly.
["God of Speed": Honestly, I agree. This guy's all talk. Making people run with rocks tied to them—ridiculous…]
["Nine-Colored Goddess"]: What theory? He just compiled the work of those who ca before and called it his own.]
["God of Phoenix"]: Yeah, he's a total fraud. Slap him!]
["God of Emotion"]: Tang San's ntor, huh? Slap him!]
["God of Speed": "ntor" might be a stretch. More like mutual exploitation.]
Tsk tsk!
What kind of person do you have to be for everyone to hate you this much?
Diyi Hong took a few steps forward, crossing his arms behind his head, and spread his [Phoenix Wings], levitating lazily in mid-air.
That pose—
Tang San's heart skipped a beat!
Last ti Diyi Hong did that, things went very badly for him.
He quietly backed away a few steps, hoping not to get caught in the blast radius.
Oscar and the others, on the other hand, were all eager.
—Who doesn't love a good show?
Yu Xiaogang hadn't yet realized how bad things were. He stared at the [Phoenix Wings] for a while.
"A flying beast-type external soul bone with fire attributes? That's quite rare."
"But I heard your soul skills lean toward lightning and control—this seems like a bit of a waste."
Oh?
Opening with criticism, are we?
Well then, let's fire back!
"You and your student sure are two peas in a pod when it cos to double standards, huh?"
"Tang San's Blue Silver Grass has a life attribute, and you had him use beast-type soul rings to give it poison. Said it was a good match."
"And I can't absorb a fire-attribute external soul bone?"
"Also—who the hell told you I'm lightning-type?"
Diyi Hong imdiately summoned: left—a droplet of water; right—a scepter; in front—a white tiger; behind—an ancient tree!
Four martial souls, dazzling Yu Xiaogang's dog eyes.
"F-Four martial souls?"
Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded.
"Impossible!"
"How can a person have four martial souls?"
"Even if they inherit both parents' martial souls, that's only two at most!"
Diyi Hong sneered.
"What, my parents can't both have dual martial souls, and I just happened to inherit them all, giving four?"
Yu Xiaogang froze.
He actually lowered his head and began seriously considering the possibility.
Diyi Hong: "…"
Seriously?
You can't even tell you're being mocked?
It took Tang San stepping in to give Yu Xiaogang a tug.
"Teacher, he's ridiculing you."
Yu Xiaogang finally realized and frowned, glaring at Diyi Hong.
"You're so young, yet so disrespectful. Didn't your family teach you to respect your elders?"
Diyi Hong responded with a long-range, thunderous slap.
[Shinra Tensei]!
Yu Xiaogang shot into the sky like a rocket.
Diyi Hong then made a grabbing motion.
[Bansho Tenin]!
Yu Xiaogang, still arched backward mid-flight, was yanked by the waist, folded in reverse, and slamd back down into the ground with a sickening crash.
BAM!
It sounded painful.
Yu Xiaogang trembled as he tried to push himself up, completely doubting life.
This guy—how could he attack without a word?
So unorthodox!
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