Zhao Wuji Enters the Little Dark Room

A dazzling light grew ever larger before everyone's eyes, faintly accompanied by bursts of dragon roars. In the end, what appeared before them was a Dragon Shadow nearly thirty meters long.

"Boom!!"

Just as Zhao Wuji's fist was about to strike Snake Crone, the Dragon Shadow descended upon him first with overwhelming force. The blinding light made everyone raise their hands to shield their eyes.

After the thunderous blast, a "Pfft!" rang out. Zhao Wuji's nearly five-meter-tall body was sent flying backward, and a glaring spray of blood scattered through the air.

"Teacher Zhao!"

The people from Shrek could not help crying out. They did not know this old man's identity, but the fact that he had sent Zhao Wuji flying with a single strike showed that his strength was far beyond what Zhao Wuji could withstand.

Today, it was not just Zhao Wuji who might be in trouble. Even they might be dragged into it.

"Dragon Duke Meng Shu, you actually broke through to Soul Fighting Douluo!"

Zhao Wuji got up and steadied himself, but the blood and energy within his body churned violently. He could not help coughing twice, and another mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

After adjusting his breathing slightly, he stared in shock at the elderly figure not far ahead, disbelief written all over his face.

He had heard Flender mention Dragon Duke Meng Shu before.

Back when Flender had encountered Meng Shu, Flender had been much younger, yet his cultivation had nearly caught up to Meng Shu's.

That showed that Flender's talent surpassed Meng Shu's.

Zhao Wuji had originally assumed that Dragon Duke's cultivation was the same as his own, that they were both Soul Sages. Yet after twenty-some years, Dragon Duke had actually broken through to Soul Fighting Douluo.

That attack just now had completely exceeded his expectations. A single Soul Skill had wounded him severely.

What shocked him even more was that Dragon Duke had not even used his Martial Soul Avatar.

"Thud!"

Dragon Duke landed beside Snake Crone, his Dragon Staff striking the ground heavily with immense authority.

"You're here, old man."

Snake Crone let out a breath of relief, the weight in her heart finally lifting.

"Master notified me to come."

Dragon Duke spoke quietly. He then looked toward the people from Shrek, surprise flashing through his eyes. Master was actually standing behind those people.

Though he did not understand why, it was not his place to ask. His task now was simply to kill Zhao Wuji.

Dragon Duke then looked at Zhao Wuji, his gaze filled with fury.

Leaving aside Mu Zhe's order, Zhao Wuji's killing intent toward Snake Crone and his ruthless attack just now were enough to make Dragon Duke want to slice him into a thousand pieces.

Hearing the fear in Zhao Wuji's voice, Dragon Duke gave a disdainful snort and began mocking him.

"Now you know fear? You clearly knew that Dragon Duke and Snake Crone possess a Martial Soul Fusion Skill, yet you still chose to strike to kill. Are you brainless, or do you simply not take us seriously?"

"No wonder you offended the Strength Clan, were wanted by Spirit Hall, and even arrogantly killed Spirit Hall's law enforcement officers."

"Today, I'll take your head to Spirit Hall and collect the bounty."

"Hmph, don't bring up Spirit Hall to me. They commit every kind of atrocity, yet they put a warrant on me just because I killed a few lowly commoners. Why would I fear resisting them? If you want to kill me, just say it. Why drag Spirit Hall into this?"

"Still, I'd like to see just how strong a Soul Fighting Douluo really is."

Zhao Wuji spoke in a deep voice, but secretly, he transmitted his voice to Tang San, Dai Mubai, and the others.

"Dai Mubai, I'll hold them off later. Take Tang San and the others out of the forest."

He knew exactly what choice to make at this moment.

Tang San and the others all had extraordinary backgrounds. If he left them behind and fled on his own, he would still be doomed in the end.

But if Tang San and the others escaped first, he might be able to find an opportunity to get away after fighting Dragon Duke for a while.

"Teacher Zhao, what about you? You're no match for them!"

Yet Dai Mubai was extremely reluctant. He immediately activated Martial Soul Possession and stared coldly at Dragon Duke and Snake Crone. "Shrek Academy will never abandon anyone."

At those words, Tang San and the others' gazes became incomparably resolute as well.

"Fuck me..."

For some inexplicable reason, seeing these students all fired up made another metallic sweetness rise in Zhao Wuji's throat.

But he had no time to deal with them now. He hurriedly unleashed a Soul Skill at Dragon Duke.

When fighting above one's level, if one did not seize the initiative, one would surely be finished in a single move.

A cold smile curled across Dragon Duke's lips. He slammed his Dragon Staff down, and several Dragon Shadows shot forth, charging straight at Zhao Wuji.

For a time, terrifying pressure blanketed the forest. Spirit Rings and Soul Skills flashed as countless lights bloomed, creating a spectacular sight.

After a while, Zhao Wuji gradually began to falter. Suddenly, Dragon Duke's figure shot forward and appeared before him. The Dragon Staff swept out and struck Zhao Wuji in an instant.

"Pfft!"

Zhao Wuji spat out another mouthful of blood, his massive body flying backward.

"Apologize to my granddaughter and my wife now, and I can still leave you an intact corpse. Otherwise, with my next strike, I'll truly send your head flying."

After spending so long suppressing Zhao Wuji, Dragon Duke's expression was extremely grim.

He had not activated his Martial Soul Avatar, yet Zhao Wuji had. Even so, the two had fought on nearly even terms.

Only by making Zhao Wuji lower his head and admit his mistake before dying could Dragon Duke vent even a little of his anger.

As the sensation of death spread over him, fear rose uncontrollably in Zhao Wuji's heart, and even his body began to tremble.

Still, he stubbornly said, "I can apologize, but you must not kill me. I had a reason for attacking your wife and granddaughter just now."

"Oh? What reason could make me spare you?"

Dragon Duke looked surprised. Such a blood feud could not be let go with a few words from Zhao Wuji, yet he could not help asking.

Seeing that Dragon Duke did not attack immediately, Zhao Wuji sighed in relief. He glanced at Tang San, then transmitted his voice to Dragon Duke again.

"See that kid over there? His identity is extremely special."

"How special? Don't tell me one of his elders is a Titled Douluo?"

Dragon Duke followed Zhao Wuji's gaze and saw an ordinary-looking youth staring at them with several traces of resentment on his face and a faint purple gleam in his eyes.

No matter how he looked at him, he was just an utterly ordinary young man.

If they were talking about someone with a noble identity, then it had to be Mu Zhe standing behind them. Handsome and elegant, with a deep and unfathomable aura, he looked far more convincing.

Yet to Dragon Duke's surprise, Zhao Wuji nodded and said gravely, "That's right. His name is Tang San. His father is Tang Hao, the Clear Sky Douluo who shook the continent twelve years ago."

"Clear Sky Douluo?!"

Upon hearing that title, Dragon Duke's heart leaped, and he cried out in shock.

But then he looked uncertainly at Tang San again, his expression turning suspicious. "You... aren't fucking kidding me, are you? With the way he looks, does he deserve to be called Clear Sky Douluo's son?"

"I wouldn't dare deceive you about this. He truly is Tang Hao's son. Otherwise, why would I risk my life fighting you over a few brats?"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's extremely serious expression, Dragon Duke uncertainly turned to Snake Crone beside him. "Could this kid really be Clear Sky Douluo's son?"

"It's very possible. Just now, he defeated Yiran with only level twenty-nine Soul Power and a useless Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass. That shows his talent is extraordinary."

Snake Crone's expression was extremely ugly.

Twelve years ago, Spirit Hall had spread the news that its Pope had been hammered to death by Clear Sky Douluo. Twelve years had passed since then, and Tang Hao's strength had undoubtedly risen to another level. He was not someone they could provoke.

If they killed Clear Sky Douluo's son's teacher, would he come seeking revenge?

Could Clear Sky Douluo even be hiding in the shadows, watching them right now?

If they struck Zhao Wuji down, would Clear Sky Douluo appear and hammer them to death?

Yet killing Zhao Wuji was Mu Zhe's command, and they did not dare disobey it.

Just as Dragon Duke and Snake Crone found themselves caught in a dilemma, a voice sounded by their ears.

"Do not fear Clear Sky Douluo. If he dares come seeking revenge, I will deal with him myself."

Mu Zhe was utterly speechless. Why was it that whenever something involved Tang San's family, everyone became so timid and cautious?

At those words, Dragon Duke and Snake Crone's concerns vanished instantly, and their gazes became firm once more.

They had witnessed Master's strength. At the very least, he could effortlessly shatter their Martial Soul Fusion Skill. He had to possess strength close to that of a Super Douluo and should be capable of contending with Tang Hao.

Besides, if Mu Zhe had no backing, they would not believe it even if they died.

"I, Zhao Wuji, am willing to apologize to Snake Crone and Meng Yiran for what happened just now. From now on, if I encounter them again, I will never cause them any trou—"

Seeing the hesitation on Dragon Duke and Snake Crone's faces, Zhao Wuji struck while the iron was hot and began apologizing.

But before he could finish, a terrifying pressure suddenly surged toward him.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed drastically. A Dragon Shadow was baring its fangs and claws as it pounced at him.

"I already apologized. Are you really going to provoke Clear Sky Douluo? Even if your Martial Soul Fusion Skill rivals a Titled Douluo, it is nothing but a joke before Clear Sky Douluo."

Zhao Wuji cried out in alarm, but Dragon Duke had no intention of holding back. In fact, upon hearing the threat in his words, the Dragon Shadow's power grew even stronger.

"So what if he is Clear Sky Douluo? Anyone who dares bully my wife and granddaughter, I won't let a single one of them go... Cough, cough. In short, even if the Pope himself came today, you would still die."

Dragon Duke answered domineeringly, but after sensing the cold gleam in Mu Zhe's eyes, he hurriedly changed his words.

Cough, cough. I mean, Master can bully my granddaughter however he wants.

"You're going too far! Do you really think I fear you?"

Zhao Wuji was furious. He had invoked Tang Hao's name and even humbled himself to apologize, yet this old man still refused to spare him.

Then he could only fight for his life.

Zhao Wuji immediately unleashed his strongest move. It was still a punch, which he hurled at Dragon Duke's Dragon Shadow.

But unsurprisingly, Zhao Wuji was sent flying by a single blow again.

What left everyone dumbfounded was that Zhao Wuji did not show the slightest anger after being blasted away this time. Instead, he even burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Didn't expect that, did you? This is how I planned to control you!"

Zhao Wuji's face twisted viciously, triumph flashing in his eyes.

Though blood continued to flow from the wounds on his body, he felt incomparably exhilarated.

"What are you trying to do?!"

Meng Yiran's face turned pale, and she could not help taking several steps back. Zhao Wuji was charging straight toward her position without the slightest deviation.

"Zhao Wuji, you beast! You're utterly shameless!" Dragon Duke roared furiously.

How could he fail to see it now? Zhao Wuji wanted to capture Meng Yiran and use her to threaten him.

Without hesitation, he unleashed his strongest Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar, hoping only to suppress Zhao Wuji before he could seize Meng Yiran.

But Zhao Wuji had carefully calculated this plan long ago. How could Dragon Duke possibly interrupt him so easily?

Terrifying pressure rushed toward her, carrying a thick stench of blood. Meng Yiran's mind trembled, and she could not help closing her eyes, not daring to look at the scene before her again.

Zhao Wuji was extremely fast. She wanted to dodge, but she lacked the strength to do so.

"Don't worry. I'm here to protect you."

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded beside her ear, and warmth enveloped her. Meng Yiran was overjoyed and hurriedly opened her eyes.

Master had acted!

A faint, indistinct shadow covered her from before.

As for Zhao Wuji, his face twitched inexplicably. He seemed to have lost consciousness, unable even to grab her properly as he rolled across the ground ahead of time.

A trace of sweetness rose in Meng Yiran's heart, and she immediately looked toward the handsome figure in the distance.

Ah! Master is actually smiling at me. So... so warm.

As expected, Master was the strongest being. With him there, how could she possibly be hurt?

"What is going on?"

Zhao Wuji climbed to his feet, looking utterly confused.

For no apparent reason, his mind had suddenly suffered a mental attack, just like back at Shrek Academy.

"It's Mu Zhe!"

Suddenly recalling something, Zhao Wuji spun around and looked at Mu Zhe not far away. An inexplicable smile rested on Mu Zhe's lips.

Mu Zhe had been present for both mental attacks, and he truly possessed that kind of strength. If it was not him, who else could it be?

In an instant, a chill spread through Zhao Wuji's entire body.

Yet no matter what, he could not understand why Mu Zhe had attacked him.

The two of them had only had a minor conflict. Was that really a fucking reason to attack him?

He had merely wanted to capture Dragon Duke and Snake Crone's granddaughter to threaten them. Was that wrong too?

Do you live by the sea? Why are you meddling so much?

But before Zhao Wuji could stew in his resentment any longer, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared before him, and the sensation of death spread through his heart.

Fuck!

Dragon Duke had actually activated his Martial Soul Avatar.

A Soul Fighting Douluo using Martial Soul Avatar left him with no ability to resist at all.

What was more, after suffering Mu Zhe's mental attack, his own Martial Soul Avatar had directly collapsed, leaving him extremely weak.

"First you bullied my wife and granddaughter, and now you dare use my granddaughter to threaten me? Zhao Wuji, you deserve to die!"

Dragon Duke roared. He was truly enraged. Had Mu Zhe not acted, he did not know what kind of torment Meng Yiran might have suffered next.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Tang San and the others trembled, fear filling their hearts.

They did not understand why Zhao Wuji had failed just now, but that was not what they should be concerned about.

Dragon Duke's attack was clearly his most powerful Soul Skill. The pressure from that Dragon Shadow was so immense that they even found it difficult to breathe.

It seemed that Teacher Zhao Wuji was doomed. Then what came next...

The Shrek group exchanged glances, their feet quietly edging backward.

Why keep pretending to be heroes now? Teacher Zhao was about to die. If they did not run now, when would they?

They had even thought of an excuse already.

Everyone had seen it. Everything that happened just now had been done by Teacher Zhao alone and had nothing whatsoever to do with them.

But at that moment, a shocking scene unfolded before them.

Dragon Duke's attack seemed to freeze for an instant. Then Teacher Zhao Wuji... vanished into thin air!