Zhao Wuji shot Ye Zhiqiu a disdainful look.
"What kind of nobody dares lay a hand on me? You're really asking for death!"
After being sent flying, Zhao Wuji paid Ye Zhiqiu no further attention and simply headed upstairs.
But as he went up, he suddenly said something to Yun Feng.
"You're one of Shrek's people. Remember that identity!"
Yun Feng smiled, raised his head, and replied,
"Understood, Teacher Zhao Wuji!"
Seeing Yun Feng like this, Zhao Wuji could only swallow all the words in his heart.
With the support of the many Canghui Academy students, Ye Zhiqiu barely managed to get back on his feet. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. It felt as though a mountain were pressing down on his back, making it hard for him to breathe, and his heart filled with shock.
No one knew his defensive strength better than he did. Yet the other man had not even used his martial soul, and a casual palm strike had actually injured him.
Even if his opponent was a strength-type soul master, the gap between them could not possibly be less than fifteen ranks—perhaps even more.
At the thought of his opponent's soul master rank, Ye Zhiqiu could not help shuddering. He shot a venomous glance in the direction Zhao Wuji and Ma Hongjun had left, then met the eyes of Yun Feng, who had happened to turn around.
When Yun Feng nodded at him, Ye Zhiqiu's expression eased slightly. Still, he led his students away in disgrace.
Before leaving, the female student deliberately glanced at Yun Feng.
Oscar had a beard, Tang San's looks were not particularly outstanding, and Yun Feng was clearly the most attractive in both strength and appearance.
As for Ma Hongjun, he had always been the