Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

Just as Flander was about to speak, he felt an overwhelming sense of oppression from behind him. He stiffly turned around and saw an old man staring at him with disdain, as if he were an insignificant ant.

Flander naturally learned from Zhao Wuji that Lin Yan had a Title Douluo behind him, but as a gambler, he dared to bet that the Title Douluo was not present for the time being, and quickly obtained the truth about the second soul ring from Lin Yan.

As the saying goes, high risk, high reward. This group of Shrek Academy students had this kind of wishful thinking, and Yu Xiaogang, who was oblivious to the danger, was also inciting them.

"Your Majesty, I...I..." Flander was the kind of guy who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Faced with the old man's oppressive gaze, he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

The old man looked at Flander, who was speechless, and reached out to press down on his shoulder. Then, an invisible pressure swept over him instantly, and with a thud, Flander knelt down.

"You can't even speak properly, are you really suited to be the dean?" the old man asked, looking at Flander in front of him.

"I, I..." Flander was really scared and cried. He knew all too well that for a Soul Saint like himself to go head-to-head with a Title Douluo in front of him was like an egg hitting a rock, and he would shatter at the first touch.

At this moment, he was already thinking about how to get the children away; if things continued like this, their lives might be in danger.

The arrogant air on the faces of Dai Mubai and the other two standing to the side vanished, and they all lowered their heads. Why were there only these three? Because Xiao Wu was feeling unwell due to fear of encountering a Title Douluo, she had asked the other two girls to take her back to her dormitory.

The old man's withered fingers gripped Flander's shoulder like iron clamps. With a slight tightening of his knuckles, a sharp "crack" suddenly rang out—the clear sound of bones shattering. It traveled through the air and into the ears of everyone present, carrying a chilling sensation.

Flander shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking his back. The excruciating pain made his vision go black, but he gritted his teeth and didn't utter a sound.

The old man's voice was flat and emotionless, yet it carried an undeniable ruthlessness, as if he were discussing a trivial matter: "I'm not an unreasonable person. How about this? Last time, I crippled that bear's right arm; today, you cripple your left arm. What do you say?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to feel it wasn't enough. He gently ground his fingers into Flander's shattered shoulder bone, and seeing the cold sweat beading on the other's forehead, a cold glint flashed in his eyes. He added, his tone full of impatience and contempt: "Once you're done, take your bunch of good-for-nothing students and get out of my sight. Don't get in my way anymore."

"Okay..." Flander was about to agree.

Yu Xiaogang, who was holding Tang San, could no longer sit still. Seeing his good brother about to lose an arm, he couldn't hold back any longer. He stood up, took out the Spirit Hall token that Tang Hao had given him that day, and said, "I am an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall. Do you dare?"

The old man's figure flashed, leaving almost no afterimage, and he appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Without saying a word, he grabbed Yu Xiaogang's wrist holding the token with such force that he almost crushed his bones. Before Yu Xiaogang could react, the Spirit Hall Honorary Elder Token was snatched away.

The old man glanced at the token, his fingertips tracing the spirit mark on it. Then he looked up, his gaze piercing Yu Xiaogang's face like an ice pick, his tone undisguisedly mocking: "A great spirit master dares to flaunt this worthless token? An honorary elder of the Spirit Hall? If I said I was a retainer of the Spirit Hall, would you believe me?"

Before the words were finished, a crisp "snap" was heard.

The token, forged from refined iron and high-grade wood, which ordinary soul masters could not damage, was shattered into countless tiny iron and wood chips with a casual pinch from the old man, falling to the ground.

When he looked up, the mockery in his eyes had turned into naked contempt, which landed directly on Yu Xiaogang.

At this moment, Yu Xiaogang was staring dumbfounded at the hand that had just crushed the token, his face filled with disbelief, forgetting even the sharp pain in his wrist.

"If you dare to utter another word, I'll cripple you too." The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it carried the unique pressure of a Title Douluo, like a boulder pressing down on Yu Xiaogang's heart, chilling him to the bone.

Flander, who was kneeling on the ground to the side, had felt much relieved.

He thought that once Xiao Gang took out the Spirit Hall Honorary Elder Token, even if the other party was a Title Douluo, he would have to give the Spirit Hall some face, and his left arm would finally be saved.

But to his utter surprise, the old man was so brazen that he not only ignored the token but also crushed it.

This is a token of the Spirit Hall!

Even a Title Douluo shouldn't be this reckless, openly challenging the authority of the Spirit Hall!

Flander's heart sank, and a wave of despair washed over him again, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Standing to the side, Lin Yan watched Lin Tian crush the token with a strange expression. He felt that this guy was doing it on purpose. He could have just thrown the token away and slapped Yu Xiaogang, but this guy crushed it instead. Could he be trying to imitate the token?

Looks like I'll have to go back to the hotel and ask this guy.

Finally, under the old man's gaze, he desperately crippled his left arm. His Soul Saint cultivation level of 78 instantly plummeted to 76 upon losing his left arm.

From then on, both the dean and vice-dean of Shrek Academy became one-armed Soul Saints.

"Get out of here!" The old man looked at Flander, who had crippled his left arm, indicating that he could take his students and leave.

Upon hearing this, Flander felt as if he had been saved. He immediately led his students and Xiao Gang away from this place that had filled him with despair. He never imagined that today he would become a one-armed Soul Saint like Old Zhao!

He was filled with regret, but it was no use regretting it now; everything had already happened.

Lin Yan looked at the group of Shrek Academy students fleeing like stray dogs, then turned to the old man and said with a hint of exasperation, "You really have a twisted sense of humor."

"Tell me if it was enjoyable or not?" the old man retorted to Lin Yan.

After hearing this, Lin Yan remained silent for a while before nodding: "It's alright."

"That settles it then." The old man seemed to sense something and said to Lin Yan, "It seems there's another guest. I'll let you handle him this time; you're best at dealing with these kinds of people." With that, his figure had already disappeared from Lin Yan's sight.

Seeing Lin Tian appear and disappear without a trace, Lin Yan, who was about to ask who he was, could only hold back his words and continue walking towards the corridor.

Soon, Lin Yan finally met the guest Lin Tian had mentioned, Ning Rongrong, the princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

The girl wore a simple white dress that gave her a clean and tidy appearance. She had neat, short hair that reached her ears, and her skin was as smooth as a lychee. She had a delicate face, was about 1.65 meters tall, and had a very well-proportioned figure. She had a noble and ethereal temperament and looked like a well-educated aristocratic girl.

Many people would be overjoyed, even excited, if someone like Ning Rongrong approached them, but Lin Yan wouldn't be. He would even feel speechless. He and Lin Tian wanted to hook Dugu Bo, not this guy with the Seven Treasures Glazed Glass.

It can be said that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was of no help to him and Lin Tian in this era, and could even be ignored.

"Hello, genius Lin Yan, can we get to know each other?" Ning Rongrong's eyebrows curved, a perfectly placed smile played on her lips, her gaze gently falling on Lin Yan, her tone polite yet with a touch of girlish liveliness as she softly asked.

Lin Yan glanced at her, his expression not even slightly perfunctory. His brows furrowed, and his impatience almost burst from his eyes.

"Put away that pretense on your face and speak your mind, young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School." His voice was cold and hard, and his aloofness was undisguised. He clearly had no interest in Ning Rongrong in front of him and just wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible to save time.

Ning Rongrong was completely taken aback by Lin Yan's reaction. His impatience was palpable, and she was filled with confusion and a hint of dissatisfaction: "How could this guy be this impatient with me?"

Suppressing her dissatisfaction, she continued with a smile, "Lin Yan, genius, as the young sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, may I befriend you?"

"There's no need for that." Lin Yan didn't give Ning Rongrong any face at all. "You'd be better off hanging out with your rabble of friends. At least you're more compatible with them."

"Why do you have such a foul mouth?!" Ning Rongrong finally couldn't take it anymore and retorted directly.

Lin Yan looked at the furious Ning Rongrong in front of him and asked, "Are you done?"

Ning Rongrong stared at Lin Yan with some confusion, not quite understanding the meaning behind those words.

Looking at Ning Rongrong, who seemed like a fool, Lin Yan covered his forehead and said bluntly, "My meaning is simple: you can get lost after you've finished speaking."

Ning Rongrong: "?"

As a princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she had never seen such an arrogant guy before, who dared to speak to her like that.

She didn't want to waste any more time and went straight to the point: "I want to buy the secret that your second spirit ring is a thousand-year spirit ring. Tell me! How much?"

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School has no shortage of gold soul coins, and Ning Rongrong felt that she could buy the secret of this second soul ring in a thousand years!

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan looked at Ning Rongrong as if she were an idiot. "Do we know each other that well?" After saying that, he didn't want to waste any more time talking to her, so he walked past her and prepared to leave.

Ning Rongrong finally couldn't take it anymore. She turned around and glared angrily at Lin Yan's back. "You bastard, do you really think you can be protected just because you have a Title Douluo behind you? Believe me, you'll see for yourself when you come to Heaven Dou City..."

Lin Yan, walking towards his room, didn't care at all, and didn't even hear it clearly. After returning to his room and closing the door, the annoying sound finally disappeared.

At this moment, Lin Tian had shed his old-man persona and was leisurely brewing tea. Looking at Lin Yan who had returned, he smiled and said, "How was it?"

"You deserve to die!" Lin Yan couldn't help but curse as he looked at Lin Tian, ​​who was leisurely brewing tea in front of him.

"Don't be angry." Lin Tian poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of Lin Yan. "After you finish this cup, we'll be leaving."

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