Zhao Wuji jerked awake and sprang up. "Who's there?"
A wary look appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. He walked to the window and looked outside. Everything was utterly quiet; the teachers and students had all fallen asleep.
His expression instantly turned grave. Before coming to Shrek, he had made many enemies, and this sudden voice had awakened only him. That alone showed that its owner was an expert!
As a seventy-sixth-rank Soul Sage, his senses were exceptionally sharp, yet even now he could not detect the other party's presence. Zhao Wuji knew that this person was no weaker than him.
Whoosh!
Zhao Wuji leaped out the window and sped away from Shrek Academy.
"He's rushing off to get beaten up!"
Watching Zhao Wuji's retreating figure, Tang Jiu could not help letting out a wicked chuckle.
Before long, Zhao Wuji arrived at a nearby forest.
Zhao Wuji was already holding back a bellyful of anger and badly wanted someone to vent it on!
"Come out! Let me see who's got the nerve to provoke me!"
Seven spirit rings emerged around Zhao Wuji, his imposing aura surging as he roared, "You're very unlucky. You chose to challenge me when I'm in a bad mood!"
Bang!
A figure dropped from a tree. Wrapped head to toe in a black cloak, his build and face were hidden as he slowly walked toward Zhao Wuji.
"Who are you? I have too many enemies to remember them all. State your name. I don't fight nobodies!"
Zhao Wuji unleashed his full aura and let out a savage roar.
"You hit my son," the cloaked man said flatly.
"I've hit plenty of people. How would I know which one was your son?" Zhao Wuji snorted.
"Not only did you hit my son, you even expect me to thank