The Unlucky Zhao Wuji!

But who was Zhao Wuji? Known throughout the martial world as the Immovable Bright King, he had once escaped safely after killing several people while surrounded by Spirit Hall. In his youth, he had slaughtered without restraint. Although he knew the owner of that aura would be incredibly powerful, Zhao Wuji had already been stewing in anger all day. Hearing that rude voice now left him humiliated and furious!

So everyone, human or ghost, wanted to stomp on Zhao Wuji, huh?!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji's rage flared. Ignoring his injuries, he pushed off the ground and chased after the owner of that aura!

Before long, Zhao Wuji caught up to the outskirts of Shrek Academy and arrived in a Small Forest, where the aura vanished.

Zhao Wuji let out a roar!

"Who's there?! Come out!"

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji directly used Martial Soul Possession. The Spirit Rings around his body pulsed in an orderly rhythm, continuously flashing with brilliant light.

Just as Zhao Wuji remained vigilant in all directions, a gray-robed figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree! His entire body was enveloped in gray robes, with only a pair of murky eyes exposed, making him look especially unsettling!

Seeing the man dressed like this, Zhao Wuji secretly circulated his Soul Power and began to speculate. This was probably another troublesome fellow whose identity could not be revealed!

"Who are you? Why did you call me here?"

The gray-robed man did not immediately answer Zhao Wuji. Instead, he spoke to himself:

"The mighty Immovable Bright King Zhao Wuji not only tucked himself away in such a small place, but was also beaten into this state by a few youngsters. I truly didn't expect that!"

Zhao Wuji naturally knew that the gray-robed man was mocking him! He had already been furious enough, and now he was being ridiculed and kept from sleeping in the middle of the night! His face turned cold as he said to the gray-robed man:

"Your Excellency hides your face, yet you dare mock me?"

The gray-robed man was stunned. It had been a long time since anyone had dared to show him disrespect. Finding it rather novel, he asked with a hint of mockery:

"No need for that. I merely came to spar with you!"

As he spoke, the gray-robed man slowly raised his right hand. In an instant, black light condensed in his hand and formed a massive hammer. Nine Spirit Rings pulsed around his body: Two Yellow, two purple, four black, and, most terrifying of all, a final blood-red Spirit Ring that radiated an astonishing aura!

"N-Nine... nine rings!"

Seeing the gray-robed man before him, Zhao Wuji could no longer spare any thought for anger. His wounds, which had not even healed, felt as though salt had been rubbed into them. His entire body felt uncomfortable, especially under the pressure constantly bearing down on him from the man before him!

As a Spirit Sage himself, Zhao Wuji naturally understood the difference between ranks. After reaching level sixty, every stage—even every single level—could create a gap in strength. The man before him was at least twenty levels above him!

Zhao Wuji's face went ashen as he forced out a few words.

"Titled... Douluo!"

Even the Immovable Bright King Body that Zhao Wuji had secretly activated began to tremble under that pressure. It was like an ordinary human encountering a tiger, that innate Sense of Oppression embedded deep in one's bloodline. And the person he faced was among the strongest few Spirit Masters!

Recognizing reality, Zhao Wuji hurriedly bowed in salute!

"Your Excellency, please forgive my earlier disrespect. May I ask what business you have with me?"

The gray-robed man did not answer immediately. He merely Looked At the shadows and slowly said:

"Since you're here, come out. Beating one is beating one; beating two makes no difference!"

Under Zhao Wuji's astonished gaze, Flender flashed several times and appeared before the two of them.

Upon seeing Flender, Zhao Wuji said in surprise:

"Headmaster, this senior..."

Before Zhao Wuji could finish, Flender cut him off and directly released his Martial Soul. A pair of enormous Wings spread from Flender's back, his entire body became covered in feathers, and his eyes turned orange-yellow with vertical pupils. Seven Spirit Rings, just like Zhao Wuji's, suddenly appeared around him and pulsed continuously!

Flender respectfully saluted the gray-robed man before him. Releasing his Martial Soul was not to Make a Move, but simply to ensure that the man would not underestimate him. Then he said respectfully:

"Greetings, Haotian Douluo!"

Zhao Wuji finally came to his senses and remembered who this hammer-wielding Titled Douluo was. Why was I so unlucky today?! He had been beaten up and had nowhere to vent his anger, only to be inexplicably targeted by Haotian Douluo afterward. Zhao Wuji felt like crying but had no tears!

The gray-robed man, Tang Hao, looked at the two respectful men before him and slowly said:

"No need for formalities. I came here to cause trouble. What's with all this bowing?"

Flender was somewhat bewildered and directly asked Tang Hao:

"Your Excellency, could you make your intentions clear?"

Tang Hao turned his gaze toward Flender and stared at him for a while, making Flender's hair stand on end.

"Your Martial Soul is the Cat Owl. A level seventy-eight Spirit Sage, Flender, the Flying Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle. Shrek Academy was founded by you too, wasn't it?"

Flender Nodded, unable to figure out the connection between the two.

Seeing Flender nod, Tang Hao directly said:

"Then stand aside. Otherwise, I'll beat you up too later!"

Flender could only helplessly accept it. It was already a sign of respect that a Titled Douluo was willing to exchange a few words with people like them before beating them up.

Zhao Wuji was still utterly confused. Thinking back over his life, he had never offended this man before!

Seeing the bandages all over Zhao Wuji's body, Tang Hao ultimately softened somewhat.

"After I've vented my anger, I'll explain it to you. I won't use my full strength, or even my Martial Soul. You only need to last one incense stick's time—ten minutes—in my hands!"

Zhao Wuji gave a bitter smile, while Flender had already moved far away from him, afraid that Haotian Douluo would get carried away and beat him up along with Zhao Wuji!

Tang Hao withdrew all his Soul Power. His Spirit Rings and Martial Soul vanished in an instant. Then Tang Hao swung his fist and punched Zhao Wuji in the face.

"Bang, thud, boom, pfft, ah~~~~~!"

The sounds of impacts, breaking trees, muffled groans, heavy breathing, and Zhao Wuji's renewed screams rose and fell throughout the Small Forest!

Even Yun Qi and the other two, far inside Shrek Academy, heard Zhao Wuji's miserable cries!

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both said:

"Did Bai Tian and Tang San beat Zhao Wuji up too badly during the day? Listen to him—he's still screaming!"

Yun Qi pushed open the window and looked toward the forest, immediately understanding something! He gave Xiao Wu a meaningful look, and she understood his meaning as well. Zhu Zhuqing beside them looked at the two in confusion and asked what was going on. Yun Qi did not hide much and directly satisfied Little Cat's curiosity. Upon learning that there was a Titled Douluo over there, Little Cat was filled with longing.

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