Tang Hao: My Son's Spirit Mutation Is All Because You Infected Him!

Following the direction of the sound, Zhao Wuji chased all the way into a forest outside Shrek Academy.

As a Soul Saint, the Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji was considered one of the top-tier existences in the entire soul master world.

However, if he hadn't been following the sound, he would never have been able to detect this person by his intuition alone.

Moreover, the voice sounded as if it were speaking right in his ear, which showed that this person's strength was absolutely unfathomable.

"Come out. I know you're here," Zhao Wuji said loudly, scanning his surroundings.

Suddenly, his gaze flickered. A black figure slowly walked out from behind a large tree.

This person was dressed in black night-traveling clothes, even wearing a black hood over his head. In his hand, he held a dark object, though its shape was unclear.

"Who are you? Why have you come for me?" Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice.

The man in black did not speak, but a wave of soul power, surging like the ocean, suddenly erupted from his body.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

Nine soul rings rose slowly from beneath his feet, hovering motionless around his body.

Zhao Wuji stared at the man in black, dumbfounded, feeling as if his brain were about to explode.

A Titled Douluo! A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Zhao Wuji's burly frame trembled violently. He quickly bowed and saluted, saying, "May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? Please forgive my earlier offense."

"I also didn't expect to see the legendary Immovable Ming King in such a godforsaken little place," the man in black said indifferently. "It just so happens that I haven't fought anyone in a long time and my hands are itching. Would you mind giving me some pointers?"

Zhao Wuji forced a bitter smile and quickly waved his hands in refusal. "Your Excellency, please don't joke with me. I am merely a Soul Saint; how could I possibly be worthy of sparring with you?"

The man in black let out a cold, mocking laugh. "When you were bullying those children during the day, why didn't you think that way? Since you enjoy the feeling of bullying others so much, I'll bully you instead!"

"That was just to test the combat abilities of those little ones; I meant no harm! You can't do this!" Zhao Wuji hurriedly waved his hands.

The man in black snorted coldly, then turned his head toward another direction in the darkness and said, "Since you've come, why not show yourself? It makes no difference how many of you come."

The wind whistled as a pair of massive wings flapped, slowly descending from the sky.

Flender was currently covered in bird feathers, his orange-yellow eyes featuring vertical pupils; he had already summoned his Cat Eagle martial soul.

Beside him, Great Master Yu followed with an awkward expression.

The things Flender had done to him earlier were still fresh in his mind, leaving him with some lingering trauma.

"Greetings, Haotian Your Excellency."

Although Flender had summoned his martial soul, he had no intention of fighting. Instead, he cupped his fists and spoke respectfully.

Upon hearing the name Haotian, Zhao Wuji's body shuddered. He finally realized who the person before him was.

He was the Titled Douluo hailed as the strongest power-type soul master in the soul master world. Their martial soul development paths were identical, but compared to him, Zhao Wuji's strength was like a firefly competing with the bright moon.

Tang Hao said indifferently, "The Flying Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle, Flender. This Shrek Academy should belong to you, right?"

Tang Hao's words tore directly at Flender's scars, and tears of regret immediately welled up in his eyes.

"It is for now, but it might not be in the future."

"Oh? How so?" Tang Hao asked, puzzled.

Flender wore a bitter expression on his aged face as he rambled on, recounting everything that had happened today to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao: .

I didn't really understand much of that, but I am greatly shocked!

"Your Excellency, although Old Zhao was a bit excessive toward Tang San today, that martial soul of Tang San's is just too infuriating," Flender said. "Peeing in people's mouths and farting in their faces—it's just too lacking in class."

"By the way, Your Excellency Haotian, do you have any clues regarding Tang San's martial soul mutation?"

Upon hearing this, the corners of Tang Hao's mouth twitched.

When Tang San's martial soul mutated during the day, he had actually been watching from not far away.

He had originally thought it was the awakening of the Blue Silver Emperor bloodline within Tang San, but he never expected that his precious son's martial soul would turn into a pig.

Greatly alarmed, he had almost been unable to stop himself from revealing his presence to check on Tang San's physical condition.

However, during the subsequent battle against Zhao Wuji, the strength displayed by the Blue Silver Pig had surprised Tang Hao as well.

It possessed the ability to fight autonomously, and its combat proficiency was even higher than Tang San's. It had actually left Zhao Wuji helpless against it; it was simply heaven-defying.

Of course, the Blue Silver Pig's attack methods were indeed rather underhanded and inhumane.

But considering that the Blue Silver Pig wasn't human to begin with, that issue could be ignored.

Looking at it this way, Tang San's martial soul mutation shouldn't be malignant, but rather beneficial.

It was just that Tang San's performance today had been truly poor. If he could have coordinated with the Blue Silver Pig, he definitely could have easily lasted two incense sticks' time under Zhao Wuji.

As it turned out, the Blue Silver Pig didn't fail, but Tang San, that "pig teammate," had been instantly defeated by Zhao Wuji. Watching it all, Tang Hao couldn't help but feel a wave of frustration.

"Great Master Yu, I wonder what you have been teaching Little San all these years?" Tang Hao said indifferently. "The way I see it, it's all your damn fault for infecting him."

Tang Hao's original intention was that Tang San's poor combat awareness was due to Great Master Yu's failure to teach him well.

But in Great Master Yu's interpretation, Tang Hao meant that Tang San's martial soul had turned into a pig because he had been infected by him.

Oh heavens, oh earth, the injustice, the sheer injustice!

"Forget it. Whether you're herding one sheep or two, it makes no difference. Today, I'll beat you up too, Yu Xiaogang, and consider it revenge for my son."

Tang Hao grabbed Zhao Wuji and Great Master Yu, one in each hand, and marched straight into the nearby woods.

"Your Excellency Haotian, you can't do this!" Flender hurriedly tried to block his path.

Tang Hao waved a hand and said, "Enough nonsense. Stand aside, or I'll deal with you too."

"Since you, Zhao Wuji, kicked my son's backside, I'll spank both of yours. That will make us even!" Tang Hao said indifferently.

"Boss, Boss! Your Excellency Haotian is pulling down my pants! Save me!" Zhao Wuji shrieked in agony.

Soon, the sounds of collisions, surging energy, muffled groans, and screams rose one after another from the woods.

Standing to the side with his two wings spread, Flender couldn't help but cover his eyes and turn his head away, unable to bear watching any longer.

However, none of them noticed that the moon had reached its zenith; it was already midnight.

Inside Shrek Academy, Shen He had been meditating with his eyes closed when a line of golden narration suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

[Tang Hao has dragged Zhao Wuji and Great Master Yu into the woods, preparing to give their backsides a good beating.]

Shen He smiled slightly. With a flicker of his intent, he changed the word "beating" to "fondling."