Tang Hao Wasn't Dead? Soul Rings Shocked Everyone

"After one incense stick's time, the test will begin."

"As long as the five of you work together and withstand me for one incense stick's time, you'll pass as long as even one of you lasts until the end."

"Teacher Zhao... isn't this a bit much?" Dai Mubai asked hesitantly.

"Enough nonsense. The dean isn't here, so I'm the one in charge." With that, Zhao Wuji tossed out an incense stick and went back to sleep.

Dai Mubai walked over to the five of them.

"I can't help you anymore. Originally, I was supposed to test you, but I didn't expect Teacher Zhao to take matters into his own hands."

"He isn't as strong as those Soul Emperors outside, is he?"

Dai Mubai shook his head. "Teacher Zhao is a Soul Saint!"

"A Soul Saint?!" Other than Xiao Ze, everyone was shocked.

"Isn't this just making sure we can't pass? We're all Soul Grandmasters. How could we possibly defeat a Soul Saint?" Ning Rongrong complained.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression was grim as well. This lousy academy was actually pulling something like this.

"Teacher Zhao's Martial Soul is the Great Vajra Bear. Its defense is extremely terrifying, and its attack power isn't weak either."

"So it's him, Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Ming King." Ning Rongrong suddenly understood.

"Pray for yourselves. Teacher Zhao won't use his full strength either. It all depends on you."

Dai Mubai sighed helplessly, then glanced at Zhu Zhuqing again.

This girl looked so familiar.

But Zhu Zhuqing had no desire to look at Dai Mubai. What had happened yesterday was deeply etched into her mind.

"My name is Tang San. My Martial Soul is Blue Silver Grass, and I'm a level twenty-nine Control System Soul Master."

"Blue Silver Grass can be cultivated too?" Ning Rongrong was somewhat surprised.

"There are no useless Martial Souls, only useless Soul Masters."

At that, Ning Rongrong burst out laughing. "Why does that sound like something Yu Xiaogang, that so-called Master, would say? It seems to be in one of his books, something called the Ten Great Theories Book."

"Is it possible that he's Yu Xiaogang's student?" Xiao Ze added.

That made Ning Rongrong laugh even harder. "So that's how it is."

Tang San's face darkened. How could just anyone insult his teacher? Yu Xiaogang might be trash, but he still represented Tang San's dignity.

Damn it!

"My teacher is Master. He isn't an ordinary person."

"Yes, yes, a teacher whose Soul Power is the same as yours. His books were all thrown out by our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Tang San's expression became even gloomier. Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had thrown out his teacher's books. It seemed his teacher truly was trash.

As one of the Upper Three Sects, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect definitely had extraordinary knowledge. It seemed Yu Xiaogang... really was useless?

"Enough, stop talking. There isn't much time left." Xiao Wu broke the awkward atmosphere.

She did not think highly of Yu Xiaogang either.

If he had not coaxed Third Brother into challenging Xiao Ze, she would not have been injured.

"My name is Xiao Wu, Wu as in dancing. My Martial Soul is the Soft Bone Rabbit, and I'm a level twenty-nine Power Attack System Soul Master."

"Xiao Ze. My Martial Soul is Black Earth, and I'm a level twenty-eight Summoning System Soul Master."

"Summoning System?!" Ning Rongrong cried out.

"What's wrong?" Xiao Wu was completely baffled.

"You don't understand. Summoning System Soul Masters are rare, even rarer than Food System Soul Masters. From the moment they obtain their first Soul Ring, their strength ranks among the top three types of Soul Masters and has never fallen from that position."

Ning Rongrong paused, then continued seriously, "They can even fight across realms. They may be weaker once they reach Title Douluo, since the gap in combat power between Soul Douluo and Title Douluo is enormous."

"But that isn't important. After all, how many people can cultivate to Title Douluo? In short, Summoning System Soul Masters are extremely powerful."

"I never expected to encounter a Summoning System Soul Master at this lousy academy." Ning Rongrong's words even made Zhao Wuji open his eyes.

He knew the strength of the Summoning System as well.

Whether they succeeded in the challenge or not, Shrek Academy was going to take them in.

"Ning Rongrong. My Martial Soul is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, and I'm a level twenty-six Support System Soul Master."

"Zhu Zhuqing. My Martial Soul is the Hell Spirit Cat, and I'm a level twenty-seven Agility Attack System Soul Master."

"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? You're a direct descendant of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?" Tang San was somewhat surprised.

"Obviously." Ning Rongrong did not speak kindly to Tang San.

He gave her a very sinister, very dangerous feeling.

Tang San snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Xiao Ze racked his brains but could not figure out why Ning Rongrong and Tang San had suddenly become like this.

Wouldn't that make things easier for him?

He definitely could not stay at Shrek Academy for long. It would be a waste of his time.

If he took Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong away, he could surely weaken Tang San's strength as well. Perhaps he could even gain some Netherworld Fortune.

"I can support all of you and increase your strength and speed by thirty percent."

"Ning Rongrong will support us, while Tang San controls Zhao Wuji. Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing will harass Zhao Wuji from the left and right. My spirits will help you.

Remember, we only need to hold out for one incense stick's time."

Xiao Ze began assigning tasks. It was all Tang San's fault that he had to speak up.

"Xiao Ze, the soul of the person beside you doesn't seem to be from this world either."

"Mm."

"You aren't surprised?" the God of Agriculture asked, somewhat surprised.

"Not really. His father ignored him, and he had to take care of himself and his father when he was only two or three years old. Later, he even cultivated techniques by himself. How could he be normal?"

"I see. But isn't that person in the distance his father?"

The moment he heard that, Xiao Ze was startled. He nearly failed to maintain his calm expression.

"God of Agriculture, don't scare me. His father was a Title Douluo. He should be dead."

"Mm... you're right. He is indeed dead, but he has Divine Power within him. The Divine Power transformed him into a soulless puppet."

Xiao Ze's pupils contracted. Holy shit!!

Asura God, you're really something!!

He had actually turned the dead Tang Hao into a puppet to protect Tang San.

Fortunately, the God of Agriculture had warned him. Otherwise, if Xiao Ze tried to deal with Tang San later, Tang Hao would crush him to death with one hammer strike.

"It seems this Tang San was brought into this world by a god. Be careful. If a god is willing to do something like this, it means he has no intention of following any rules."

Xiao Ze gave the God of Agriculture a thumbs-up in his heart. You really are a good judge of people.

"Have you finished discussing it?" Zhao Wuji slowly rose to his feet.

"Teacher Zhao, you can begin." Dai Mubai stepped back.

"Good. Then get ready."

Suddenly, Ning Rongrong spun gracefully, and dazzling Colorful Light enveloped her body.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in her hands.

Two yellow Soul Rings rose beneath her feet.

"Seven treasures turn to glass: First Skill: Strength, Second Skill: Speed!"

Two rays of light landed on Tang San and the others. A surge of power instantly flowed through their limbs and bones, making them feel full of strength.

"Suihua, Xi Mang!"

Black Earth emerged from Xiao Ze's right hand. One yellow and one purple Soul Ring lit up, and two Agricultural Sprites appeared before them.

"Thousand Year Second Ring!!" Ning Rongrong cried out, nearly throwing the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda from her hands.

"What?!"

Everyone forgot about the battle and stared at Xiao Ze's second Soul Ring.

Even Zhao Wuji ran over.