"This..."
Zhao Wuji was momentarily speechless. After all, Xiao Wu had indeed struck first.
Without knowing that Xiao Wu was a Hundred Thousand Year Beast Transformation, anyone who saw this scene would indeed be likely to misunderstand.
"Let Xiao Wu go!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot as he tried to rush out of the ring of fire, but he had no doubt that if he took even one step forward, those terrifying flames would burn him to ashes.
His intense desire to survive kept him from making any move.
"Why?" Lang Lei raised a hand to stop Zhao Wuji, who was about to say something, and turned his gaze toward Tang San.
"You?!"
Tang San had wanted to say something, only to realize that no matter what he said, he had no grounds to stand on.
After all, Lang Lei had truly saved their lives just now, and Xiao Wu had indeed attacked Lang Lei, who was holding a soul bone, in full view of everyone.
"Well, Lang Lei, look..." Zhao Wuji was their teacher in the end and could not help speaking up. "They're still students and don't know any better. Could you... I'll discipline them when we get back."
"Huh? Senior Zhao, I'm younger than all of them. Don't give me that." Lang Lei rejected Zhao Wuji's attempt to play peacemaker without hesitation.
"This..."
"I swear upon my martial soul, the Autumn Burial Earth Dragon King, that this body of mine is no more than eight years old. Otherwise, may my martial soul shatter." Lang Lei cut off Zhao Wuji's argument.
Everyone was shocked. Oaths sworn upon one's martial soul truly took effect on Douluo Continent. Since Lang Lei dared to say such a thing, it meant he really was not yet eight years old.
An eight-year-old who