Chapter 78: Who Gave You Permission to Leave

The entire hall was struck with shock. Every pair of stunned eyes turned simultaneously to Dongfang Li.

Who was Dongfang Li? He was not only a celestial-ranked student of the Royal Martial Academy, but also a powerful cultivator at the Heaven-Human Realm, blessed with the Thousand Phantoms Imperial Body. Moreover, he was the heir of the Dongfang Clan, a master of illusions with formidable spiritual strength.

Yet at this very moment, Dongfang Li was kneeling at the feet of Jun Wushuang.

This... this was simply inconceivable!

Everyone thought they must be hallucinating; otherwise, how could such an absurd scene be real?

“Something’s wrong! His mind has been seized!” Dongfang Ming and Dongfang Lan, both powerful in their own right, instantly sensed that something was amiss.

At this moment, not only had Dongfang Li’s spiritual strength been devoured and refined by Jun Wushuang, but he was also under the control of the Violet Demon Eyes.

Dongfang Li’s gaze was vacant; he looked like a humanoid puppet, completely at Jun Wushuang’s mercy.

But how could this be possible? Jun Wushuang had only just broken through to the Divine Sea Realm. Even if he was a prodigy, how strong could his spiritual power be?

Dongfang Li not only possessed nine lines of spiritual patterns but was also highly skilled in illusions. Coupled with the innate abilities of the Thousand Phantoms Imperial Body, he was unmatched in spiritual talent among all celestial students—surpassed only by that prince who ascended to the Eastern Domain’s list of prodigies. Among his peers, none could overshadow Dongfang Li.

Yet now, he had been mentally controlled.

It was beyond belief—utter fantasy!

But the facts were plain to see, and Dongfang Ming and Dongfang Lan had no choice but to accept it.

“Hand over the Spirit-Nourishing Jade!” Jun Wushuang commanded again.

Immediately, Dongfang Li, like an automaton, produced the Spirit-Nourishing Jade and respectfully handed it to Jun Wushuang.

Jun Wushuang accepted it without ceremony, storing the jade in his bronze demon ring.

It was his trophy!

“Slap yourself a hundred times!” Jun Wushuang ordered.

The entire hall was thrown into chaos at those words.

Smack!

Dongfang Li obeyed, delivering a harsh slap to his own face. His cheek instantly reddened and swelled, the imprint of his palm starkly visible. Yet Dongfang Li seemed insensible, raising his hand to slap himself again.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The crisp sound of each slap made every onlooker’s heart race wildly.

It was madness!

The once lofty Dongfang Li was now kneeling at Jun Wushuang’s feet, slapping himself repeatedly. The sound of those slaps echoed through the air.

In no time, Dongfang Li’s face had swollen grotesquely, blood oozing from his mouth and nose, his appearance pitiful beyond words.

“That’s enough!”

Dongfang Ming could watch no longer. Dongfang Li’s humiliation was not only a disgrace to the Royal Martial Academy, but to the entire Dongfang Clan as well.

Boom!

A surge of spiritual force burst forth. Dongfang Ming moved in an instant, helping Dongfang Li break free from Jun Wushuang’s mental control.

“What… what happened to me?” Dongfang Li awoke in a daze, bewildered. But the searing pain in his cheeks soon brought clarity, and he quickly realized the foolishness of his recent actions.

“Argh! You dared to force me to kneel and slap myself? I’ll kill you!”

His deep humiliation transformed into boundless hatred. Dongfang Li’s aura erupted, his face twisted in rage as he lunged straight at Jun Wushuang.

Dongfang Ming and Dongfang Lan, both capable of intervening, chose instead to stand by. If an enraged Dongfang Li could kill Jun Wushuang, it would be the best possible outcome.

Only Jun Wushuang’s blood could wash away the shame suffered by the Dongfang Clan and the Royal Martial Academy.

“Courting death!” Jun Wushuang’s eyes flashed coldly as he raised his right hand and lashed out with a slap.

He held nothing back. Three hundred drops of demonic essence surged from his dantian, forming a vast ocean of demonic energy. His Devouring Demon Body was unleashed, his flesh tempered by thunder and flame, rendering him terrifyingly strong.

That single slap carried a force of three hundred thousand jin, enough to shatter mountains and tear the very earth asunder.

“Innate Divine Ability: Violet Demon Eyes!”

Not only that, but Jun Wushuang also activated the Violet Demon Eyes, seeing through Dongfang Li’s attack and every flaw in his defense.

Dongfang Li was indeed powerful, but his spirit had suffered, and in his fury his movements were riddled with openings.

Smack!

Jun Wushuang’s right hand swept through Dongfang Li’s attack as if threading through flowers, landing hard across Dongfang Li’s face.

Before the stunned eyes of everyone present, Dongfang Li spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees in midair before crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away.

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then the hall erupted in chaos.

“Senior Brother Dongfang lost? How is that possible?!”

“What just happened? Did I hallucinate or something?”

“Jun Wushuang only just broke through to the Divine Sea Realm—how could he possibly defeat Senior Brother Dongfang?”

Dongfang Li, a cultivator at the Heaven-Human Realm, had been defeated by Jun Wushuang, a mere Divine Sea Realm newcomer.

No one had foreseen such an outcome.

Dongfang Ming and Dongfang Lan’s faces were darker than ever.

Previously, all the slaps had been delivered by Dongfang Li himself. But this time, it was Jun Wushuang who dealt the blow—a difference with profound significance.

Now, the Royal Martial Academy and the Dongfang Clan had lost all face.

“You…” Dongfang Li’s cheekbone was shattered, blood streaming down his face, his fury uncontainable, as if he could devour Jun Wushuang alive.

“That slap was a lesson—to teach you that a true gambler accepts loss with grace. I’ve always paid back grievances in full. You tried to cheat me, so I slapped you. Remember this: there are some people you simply cannot provoke!”

Jun Wushuang’s expression was cold and detached, gazing down at Dongfang Li from above, grinding his dignity beneath his heel.

These were the very words Dongfang Li had once spoken. Now, Jun Wushuang returned them in full.

“Pfft!”

Dongfang Li’s eyes bulged as he glared at Jun Wushuang, his rage overwhelming him. Blood spurted from his mouth and he fell unconscious.

“Heir!”

Dongfang Ming’s expression changed drastically as he rushed over. Dongfang Li, his body battered and spirit depleted, wore a mask of pain. Even unconscious, his fury was palpable—proof of how deeply he had been wounded.

And it was all because of Jun Wushuang.

“Jun Wushuang, you dare harm the heir of the Dongfang Clan? Our clan will never rest until you are dead!” Dongfang Ming quickly took out a healing pill and forced it into Dongfang Li’s mouth, all the while glaring venomously at Jun Wushuang.

Jun Wushuang was already mortal enemies with the Nangong Clan. Now, he had also antagonized the Dongfang Clan, increasing the pressure on him even further.

“Fool,” Jun Wushuang sneered.

Had he spared Dongfang Li, would the Dongfang Clan have let him go? Of course not. Since that was the case, why should he show mercy?

Jun Wushuang had never entrusted his fate to the mercy of others.

Whether it was the Nangong Clan, the Dongfang Clan, or the Royal Martial Academy—those who made themselves his enemies faced only death.

He paid no heed to Dongfang Li, nor to the angry glares of the crowd. Jun Wushuang turned and walked away.

This time, he had devoured a spiritual vein and the Thunderfire Purgatory, broken through to the Divine Sea Realm, and obtained the Spirit-Nourishing Jade. He had gained a great haul.

It was time to go home and digest these rewards.

“Stop!”

Just then, Dongfang Lan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

“Who said you could leave?”