Dai Mubai hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher Zhao, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
He knew Zhao Wuji was a Seven-Ring Soul Sage. A single slap from him could even knock a six-ring Soul Emperor flat. These four new students were only in their twenties—what could they possibly use to fight Zhao Wuji?
Zhao Wuji glared at him. "What's inappropriate about it? The dean isn't here, so I'm the one in charge. If I say it's fine, then it's fine!"
"Alright, I'm lighting the incense. You don't have much time, so get yourselves ready. Mubai, you can also tell them about my abilities and fighting characteristics so they can prepare themselves."
With that, Zhao Wuji somehow produced an incense stick. He rubbed its tip between his fingers, directly lighting it, and with a flick of his hand, it was already embedded in the ground.
With a helpless look, Dai Mubai explained Zhao Wuji's strength to Xiao Wu and the others.
The four of them immediately looked rather grim. One Seven-Ring Soul Sage against four Two-Ring Soul Grand Masters—no matter how they looked at it, they had no chance of winning.
After discussing it, they could only come up with a temporary and barely workable plan. They arranged their positions according to control, assault, and support: Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing would lead the attack, Tang San would control the field, and Ning Rongrong would provide support.
Very soon, the time it took for an incense stick to burn had passed. Zhao Wuji looked at the four and asked, "Are you ready?"
"Teacher, we can begin," Tang San said.
Since Zhao Wuji had just fought Huo Yuhao, he did not need to warm up. He took out another incense stick, lit it, and planted it off to the side.
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