Zhao Wuji, Beaten Like a Dog vs. Dharma Guardian Vajra, Dark Gold Dreadclaw Bear Zhao Wuji!

Zhao Wuji was like a frightened beast, rolling through mud pits and darting through thorny brambles.

To evade pursuit, he had even been forced to crawl into piles of soul beast dung to conceal his scent.

Where was even a trace of the Immoveable Ming King's grandeur in that despair, terror, and wretchedness?

He was plainly a fugitive willing to do anything to survive!

[Scene Two: Shrek Academy, a Destitute Teaching Career!]

The scene shifted to that small village outside Suotuo City.

Zhao Wuji wore a faded undershirt and sat on a chair missing one leg, gnawing on a rough steamed bun with pickled vegetables.

Because the academy's funds were tight (Flender had spent it all gambling or buying junk), even as vice dean, he could not bear to eat a single meal of meat.

To save money, he even had to work the fields himself and repair the damaged school buildings.

A dignified level seventy-six Soul Saint was doing worse than a wealthy household's guard!

[Scene Three: Entrance Examination, Humiliated by Tang San's Hidden Weapons!]

This scene was Zhao Wuji's eternal pain.

In the footage, Zhao Wuji had been overconfident, fighting several children without using his Martial Soul.

In the end, Tang San had turned him into a pincushion with Dragon Beard Needles. His face swelled up like a pig's head, and he howled in pain.

Though he won in the end, his battered, miserable appearance looked absurdly comical under the Heavenly Screen's high-definition close-up.

Quite a few people in the audience burst into laughter.

"Is this the Immoveable Ming King?

He can't even handle a little Soul Grandmaster brat?"

"I'm dying! He got poked into a pincushion!"

Zhao Wuji's old face flushed pig liver color, and he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

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