Douluo Dalu (Soul Land): I Am Invincible

In the work-study student dormitory, Tang Chuan—the reincarnation of the God King Tang San—was currently unleashing his divine might, striking down gods and Buddhas alike.

With the power of his Blue Silver King Martial Spirit, he effortlessly crushed the weaker part-time students beneath him, grinding them into the floor without mercy.

The brutality was so extreme that even the limping Tang San couldn't bear to watch.

"Brother Chuan, we'll be classmates from now on. Isn't this going too far?"

Hearing Tang San's words, Tang Chuan's eyes gleamed with arrogance. He used to be just as naïve.

But in the divine realm, he had learned one truth: Only those with strength have the right to speak!

If this Tang San before him wasn't his past self, he would've already beaten him senseless!

"Xiao San, you'll understand someday. Rules are made by the strong—and only the strong can ignore them!"

With that, Tang Chuan turned his gaze toward the group of battered part-time students, who now trembled under his stare, too afraid to meet his eyes.

And that was exactly the effect he wanted.

Scare them into submission. Let them know who's truly in charge.

That way, when Xiao Wu arrived, he could hand her the title of "boss." Wouldn't that skyrocket her favorability toward him?

The thought made Tang Chuan grin wider than an AK-47's muzzle. He could already picture his future—surrounded by beauties, living the dream!

"Click."

The dormitory door creaked open.

Excited, Tang Chuan whipped his head toward the entrance—only to see a girl who resembled Xiao Wu by about 80%, but wasn't the one he'd been waiting for.

"Brother Fu Ye, is this really the work-study dorm? Do boys and girls live together here?"

Xiao Wu's face twisted in disgust, and the handsome youth beside her frowned as well.

As a girl, there was no way she could share a room with a bunch of boys.

And the scene before her? Absolute chaos.

Tang Chuan stood in the middle of the room, leering triumphantly, his foot planted on a student's head like a conqueror. The place looked like a warzone.

The beautiful lady shuddered. 'If this is where I'm supposed to sleep, I'd rather walk home.'

Xiao Wu tugged at Fu Ye's sleeve. "Brother Fu Ye, let's take Wu Ling to our place. Don't we have spare rooms there?"

Fu Ye's lips curled into a faint smile, but Tang Chuan's mind short-circuited.

'Wu Ling?! Then where's my Xiao Wu?! Where's my future 300,000-year soul beast wife?!'

"Of course, little sister. Whatever you say."

Fu Ye affectionately patted Xiao Wu's head, and Wu Ling shot him a grateful look.

"Hehe, thank you, Brother Fu Ye! You're the best!"

Xiao Wu nuzzled against Fu Ye's chest like a happy rabbit, just as she used to when he fed her carrots.

Tang Chuan's eye twitched.

"Brother Fu Ye, thank you!"

The beautiful lady bowed deeply, and Fu Ye simply nodded, ruffling her hair.

"No need. I have extra rooms. You can stay there."

Xiao Wu rose on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Fu Ye's cheek—a sight that made the beaten students on the floor burn with envy.

Wu Ling couldn't help but think: 'Big Brother Fu Ye and Big Sister Xiao Wu… they're a match made in heaven!'

"NO! I DON'T AGREE!"

A furious roar shattered the moment.

Fu Ye turned slowly, his gaze landing on the source—a scrawny, malnourished boy with a shaved head and sunken, defiant eyes.

"Student… do you have a problem?"

The angrier the opponent, the calmer Fu Ye became. He loved watching dogs bark on a wall—desperate to jump but too afraid to take the plunge.

Tang Chuan's face burned with humiliation. His outburst had been reckless.

But as a God King, he would never apologize to some mortal—a mere Soul Emperor at best!

"That girl is a work-study student! I'm their leader! And you—you're strangers! If you want to take her, you'll have to go through me first!"

A single sentence, and he'd seized the moral high ground.

But Fu Ye wasn't having it.

Those who dared oppose him—aside from Yu Anal Fragment, who got disciplined daily—ended up dead.

"Go through you?" Fu Ye chuckled coldly. "I hate threats. Consider this a lesson."

A nine-colored jade box materialized beside his right hand.

"Crack."

The lid split open.

"Frostwater."

As Fu Ye whispered, a blade sheathed in Ultimate Ice shot forth.

"Shiiiing!"

The sword's glacial light sliced through the dim dormitory.

Tang Chuan's brain froze.

'Ultimate Ice?!'

'No… If this hits me, I'm dead!'

"BZZT!"

The blade halted—0.001 meters from Tang Chuan's forehead.

The cold seared his mind, the sword's hum jolting him back to reality.

"Thud!"

The reborn God King collapsed to his knees, legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Tang Chuan, I won't comment on your behavior. But Xiao Wu and I will be your teachers for the next six years. I expect cooperation."

Fu Ye's gaze shifted to this life's Tang San. Strangely, compared to the God King's reincarnation, this version was far more tolerable—aside from his habit of declaring others deserving of death.

"And you—drop the petty schemes. As your teacher, I have the authority to expel you."

Having witnessed Fu Ye's power, how could Tang San dare argue?

After all, this was just a… misunderstanding.

Besides, Fu Ye's attack lacked killing intent—just a show of dominance. And since he'd announced himself as their teacher, this didn't qualify as a way to die.

After a long pause, Tang San nodded.

"Yes, Teacher."

But Tang Chuan was stunned.

'What the hell?! He's already found a way to die! Quick, finish him with a hidden weapon!'

Tang San (inner thoughts): Submit when weak, strike when strong. That's true wisdom.

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