"Why is the food taking so long…?"Wukong propped his cheek on his palm, slumped over the table, sounding as if his soul had left his body.
Right at that moment, a voice barked from outside—A dog bark? No. A human roar.
"Who killed my student!? Get out here, now!"
A middle-aged uncle with a traitor-style slicked-back hairstyle stormed in, teeth clenched, eyes filled with murderous rage as he swept his glare across the restaurant.
A lackey followed closely behind him. The moment he spotted Wukong, he flinched.
His voice trembled as he said,"Director Ye… it's him!"
"The guy with the 'Wu' character on his clothes… the orange outfit."
"He's the one who killed Chen Kai!"
The lackey hid behind Ye Zhiqiu, a finger shaking uncontrollably as he pointed at Wukong. He looked scared out of his mind.
Ye Zhiqiu followed the direction of that trembling finger, and sure enough, spotted Wukong still lying lazily on the table.
"Unbelievable… you didn't even run!?"Ye Zhiqiu's face twisted. It looked like he wanted to chop Wukong into dumpling stuffing.
Without hesitation, he released his martial soul.A turtle-like shell emerged on his back, glowing faint green. Green markings crawled across his skin, and five soul rings rose around him—White, yellow, yellow, purple, purple.A five-ring Soul King.
He didn't dare relax.Anyone able to turn the unguarded Chen Kai into mush with one punch had to be at least level 40, a strength-type assault system soul master.
The aura of the Soul King erupted, and the Shrek group snapped their heads toward him.
Seeing a Soul King glaring daggers at them, Dai Mubai immediately shouted:
"Everyone, martial soul—activate!"
He'd seen scenes like this before. This one screamed trouble.
The Shrek team all prepared to fight.
Meanwhile, Wukong didn't move at all.The moment Ye Zhiqiu reached the entrance, Wukong already sensed that "old turtle" coming.
A Soul King? Easy work.Let the Shrek kids handle it.Right now he was starving and could barely be bothered to lift a finger.
The two girls sitting beside him summoned their martial souls as well—Youming Lingmao and Qibao Liuli Ta.
Zhu Zhuqing, seeing Wukong still limp like overcooked noodles, urged,"Wukong, someone's here. Looks like he's here for revenge."
Her claws lengthened slightly as spirit power coursed through her arm. She was ready to fire a ki blast at any moment.
"Yeah, this guy came for you, Wukong."Ning Rongrong poked him. "Aren't you going to fight?"
Wukong lifted his head a little, squinting."It's just a Soul King. Not even a single ten-thousand-year ring. If I fight him, isn't that just bullying?"
He shook his head.A fight like this was beneath him.A Soul King without even one black ring… disgraceful.
Seeing Wukong still refusing to move, Zhu Zhuqing reached toward his waist—And Wukong instantly straightened up.
If he didn't get up now, she'd pinch his waist again, and that he could not accept.
"Okay, okay! I'll go! I'll go!"He surrendered on the spot. When Zhu Zhuqing got annoyed, he always ended up giving in.
(Author: Yep, he's afraid of his wife. Good luck building a harem later…)
Once Wukong stood up, Zhu Zhuqing snorted softly and withdrew her hand.
Wukong turned toward Ye Zhiqiu, the "old turtle," and examined him.He actually looked similar to his appearance in the original anime—A monocle like Kaitou Kid, white inner shirt, brown leather vest.A face that could only be described as "shifty."
As Shrek's group prepared to charge, Wukong vanished instantly and appeared in front of them, waving them back.
Zhao Wuji had long returned to his room. Whatever happened outside wasn't his problem, and even if he knew, he probably wouldn't intervene.
"Hey, old turtle. What's up?"Wukong smiled.
"You're looking for death!"
Ye Zhiqiu roared.His martial soul was the Xuangui—and the word he hated most was turtle.Wukong had stepped right onto his reverse scale.
Among defensive martial souls, the Xuangui was nearly unmatched at the same level.Unless one ran into top-tier defensive souls like the Diamond Mammoth, the Xuangui was basically king.
Ye Zhiqiu's fist swung at Wukong like a meteor.
His fist grew larger and larger in Wukong's vision—But Wukong didn't care at all.He tilted his head slightly and avoided it with ease.
His hand shot forward like a claw, grabbing Ye Zhiqiu's face.
His reaction speed was absurd.Before Ye Zhiqiu even registered what happened, he was shoved into the wall—Head-first.Hard enough that half his skull embedded itself into the plaster.
"Gah—!"Ye Zhiqiu howled, clawing at Wukong's arm, producing horrible choking sounds.
Ning Rongrong cupped her mouth in shock.A Soul King… being handled with one hand!?
Zhu Zhuqing just smirked. She had expected nothing less.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun had stars in their eyes.This thigh was beyond thick. Hugging it must feel safe.
Tang San was the most terrified of the bunch.He still remembered what Wukong said at the Rose Hotel.His fists clenched.His killing intent toward Wukong deepened again.
If even a Soul King was being tossed like garbage…What future did he have?
In that moment, Tang San silently vowed—He would become the strongest on the continent.
If Wukong created Wuxianliu, then he, Tang San, would establish the greatest Tang Sect in this world.
"Hey, hey, old turtle."Wukong's grin darkened as he tightened his grip.
The deeper Ye Zhiqiu's head went, the more it hurt.
"They say: a thousand-year turtle, a ten-thousand-year tortoise.Yet you're a five-ring Soul King without even one ten-thousand-year ring."
"How do you even have the courage to walk around outside…?"
Wukong sneered, then pulled his hand free and hopped back beside Zhu Zhuqing.
Everyone watching was stunned.Why stop?Another hit or two and he'd win!
Ye Zhiqiu dragged his head out of the wall.Surprisingly, he wasn't injured—Proof of the Xuangui's impressive defense.
Zhu Zhuqing frowned."He barely took any damage. This is the perfect time to finish him. Why'd you stop?"
"Yeah!" Ning Rongrong puffed her cheeks."I wanted to see him get beaten up!"
Wukong pulled the two girls close, transmitting his voice directly with soul power:"You two don't want to see Tang San eat dirt?"
"Eh?" Ning Rongrong blinked, confused."Why trick Tang San? He seems okay… I mean, he just doesn't get along with you sometimes."
"Rongrong, don't ask."Zhu Zhuqing patted her back."I'll explain tonight. Just know Tang San and Wukong have a grudge."
She had heard Wukong mention parts of the original story, but Wukong never really cared about those details.
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