As a Soul Saint, He Was Beaten While Hung Up by a Soul Ancestor

Zhao Wuji took a step back, trying to recall whether, during his ventures across the continent, he had ever encountered a family sharing his surname. Yet no matter how hard he thought, he could not remember any family possessing black-and-white martial souls.

Suddenly, Zhao Xiaotian flashed forward, his spear aimed straight at Zhao Wuji's face. Zhao Wuji immediately assumed a defensive stance to block it, but he had never expected the legendary domain to be so powerful.

Zhao Wuji's wrist was pierced, drops of blood trickling down. To his surprise, the Tai Chi Domain had suppressed his defense by a substantial degree.

Zhao Wuji grabbed Zhao Xiaotian's spear and violently flung it away, utterly disregarding the ripping pain where the spear had just sliced across his hand.

A bone-deep gash appeared on Zhao Wuji's wrist. His eyes turned red as well, and he said furiously, "It's been a long time! Twenty years! It's been twenty years since anyone injured me this badly!"

Zhao Xiaotian ignored him and thrust out his spear again. A black soul ring on Zhao Wuji's body lit up, and the surrounding space instantly became heavy.

Zhao Xiaotian clearly felt his movement speed slowing. Just as he was considering a countermeasure, Zhao Wuji suddenly appeared above him, his eyes bloodshot as he snarled, "Die! Great Vajra Palm!"

Hidden in the shadows, Liu Jin's killing intent had already surfaced. Ghost Charm had begun gathering Soul Power in his hand. The moment he saw that the Holy Son could not dodge, he would kill Zhao Wuji without hesitation.

Zhao Xiaotian planted his spear against the ground and launched himself beyond the Great Vajra Palm's attack range. Zhao Wuji sneered. "Today, either you die or I die!"

"Heh. It's just an assessment, Teacher Zhao. You were outmatched and seriously injured by me, and now you're talking about death?"

"This is just how I am! If you don't like it, then kill me!"

Zhao Xiaotian sneered as a White Shadow separated from his body. Dai Mubai cried out in shock, "That's the Mirror Shadow Beast soul ring skill—Clone!"

White Shadow Zhao Xiaotian held a white spear. He and Zhao Xiaotian raised their spears together and pointed them at Zhao Wuji. Zhao Wuji laughed in anger. "What? Did you summon a clone so you can run away when you can't beat me?"

"Run away? You're too naive! Teacher Zhao, anger has clouded your mind. I'll beat you until you wake up!"

Zhao Xiaotian and the White Shadow Clone attacked from both sides, striking at Zhao Wuji's flanks. Another soul ring lit up on Zhao Wuji's body, and golden armor appeared over him.

"Mar—tial—Soul—Avatar!"

"What? It's just an assessment, yet Old Zhao actually used his Martial Soul Avatar!"

Flender had been watching from the air for a long time. He had originally wanted to see the limits of this boy who felt so familiar to him, but he had never expected Zhao Wuji to start seriously contending with a junior.

A cloaked man hidden in the shadows stared intently at Zhao Xiaotian. A tiny pitch-black hammer in his hand trembled restlessly.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every one of Zhao Wuji's punches carried his full strength. Zhao Xiaotian stopped concealing himself, golden light flaring in his eyes as he saw through Zhao Wuji's next moves.

Zhao Xiaotian landed a spinning kick on Zhao Wuji's jaw, sending him flying backward. Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood and said, "You're so brutal that I, Zhao Wuji, will never let you leave Shrek Academy alive!"

At that moment, Zhao Xiaotian's soul rings began changing color, shifting from their original yellow, yellow, purple, purple back to their true colors. The cloaked man hidden in the shadows widened his eyes and murmured in disbelief, "I never expected such an outstanding young talent to emerge during the years I spent in seclusion. Given time, he will surely stand at the very peak of the continent! This boy cannot be allowed to live!"

Zhao Xiaotian and his clone simultaneously hurled their spears into the clouds. Then lightning appeared, accompanied by deafening thunder, leaving the spectators utterly stunned.

Tang San secretly thought, He's actually this strong!

Flender's eyes widened when he saw this move. He would never forget it. Back then, it was this very move that had allowed him to witness the unprecedented sight of an Evil Soul Emperor being instantly killed.

Crackle! Crackle! Boom! Rumble!

Zhao Xiaotian raised a finger and enunciated each word. "The—spear—moves, and—heavenly—thunder—descends!"

Whoosh!

A massive spear plummeted toward Zhao Wuji at high speed. Zhao Wuji still clung to the hope that he could block it. With an angry roar, he transformed into a gigantic Great Vajra Bear.

The instant the spear struck him, he thrust both bear paws upward. But before he could hold it for long, the spear's countless volts of lightning spread across his entire body.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiaotian withdrew his soul skill. He did not wish to kill a soul master who was not an Evil Soul Master. Zhao Wuji's Soul Power was completely drained by the lightning, and he collapsed to the ground.

The moment Zhao Wuji fell, Zhao Xiaotian withdrew his domain skill as well. Tang San and Dai Mubai stood there with their mouths hanging open, unable to say a word.

Oscar, who had been secretly watching from a tree, fell from it as well. Flender descended from the sky, landed beside Zhao Wuji, and released his Soul Power to examine him.

After checking him over, Flender sighed in relief. "Fortunately, he's only been knocked unconscious by the electricity. His life isn't in danger."

Zhao Xiaotian removed his mask and put his pure gold-rimmed glasses back on. His movements were extremely elegant, making Ning Rongrong's heart race and Zhu Zhuqing's face flush faintly red.

Xiao Wu felt an inexplicable emotion toward Zhao Xiaotian again. She did not know why she wanted to get closer to him, as though there was something about him that deeply attracted her.

Flender had Oscar call over several teachers to carry Zhao Wuji back to the teachers' dormitory. Then he turned his gaze toward Zhao Xiaotian.

"Come with me to the office!"

Zhao Xiaotian nodded in confusion and followed Flender to his office. Once inside, Flender quietly shut the door, looking like he was about to steal something.

Zhao Xiaotian asked in confusion, "Do you need something, Dean?"

Flender chuckled. "Come, sit! Sit! I'll make you some tea!"

Zhao Xiaotian found it somewhat strange and took a sip of the tea Flender handed him. But after only one mouthful, Flender's next sentence nearly made him spit it out.

"Zhao Xiaotian, you must be his descendant, right?"

Zhao Xiaotian choked on the water. "What?"

Flender smiled. "Ah, it's nothing. Your father, Zhao Xiaotian, and I were friends. I suppose you share his name because he wanted you to follow me around, right?"

Only then did Zhao Xiaotian realize that his transmigration three years ago had sent him to a point over a decade earlier in this timeline. It gave him quite a headache. Had Yu Xiaogang not given Liu Erlong the recipe book he had left for her?

In fact, Yu Xiaogang had indeed given the recipe book to Liu Erlong. The letter inside had been placed many pages later by Yu Xiaogang, which was why Flender did not know that Zhao Xiaotian was the Zhao Xiaotian they had known.

Zhao Xiaotian's eyes rolled around. Since Flender claimed he was his own descendant, why not play along? That would also let him carefully observe Tang San's every move.

Zhao Xiaotian nodded. "Y-yes! I... am his... child! Father... I don't know... where he went. Before he left, he wrote me a letter telling me to find a place called Shrek! Yes! That's right!"

Flender burst into laughter. "Hahaha! Kid, I'm your father's sworn elder brother. You can call me Uncle, or Uncle Flender!"

Zhao Xiaotian's face darkened. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Un—cle—Flender!"

Damn it, he's taking advantage of me. Just you wait!