Zhao Wuji Makes His Move?!

Tang San shook his head helplessly.

"It's not that I'm strong."

"It's that Teacher taught me well."

At the mention of the word "Teacher," Tang San's eyes instantly filled with reverence.

"That Myriad Vine Strangler move just now was something Teacher made me practice beneath a waterfall for three whole months before I mastered it."

"If Teacher were here, there wouldn't have been any need to fight at all."

"With just the Blue Silver Domain released, those three probably wouldn't even be able to stand steadily."

Hearing this, a flicker of emotion passed through Zhu Zhuqing's black eyes.

She recalled that man who was like a god or demon.

The man who had given her a new life on that night at the King's Mansion, while also taking both her body and soul.

Tang Yuan.

Just that name alone was enough to make her cold heart burn hot.

If he were here...

Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously touched her collarbone, where the warmth of that man's fingertips seemed to still linger.

If those fools who didn't know their own limits had dared to act arrogantly before him, they would have long since become a pile of fertilizer.

Xiao Wu also sighed, the smile on her face fading somewhat.

"Yeah, I miss Teacher so much."

"If Teacher were here, he definitely would've praised me for coordinating so well just now."

"Unlike certain people, who only know how to make others do the fighting."

Xiao Wu muttered, her gaze turning somewhat resentfully toward Heaven Dou City.

Although they had not been gone for long, this longing grew wildly like weeds.

That man possessed a kind of irresistible magic.

Powerful and domineering, yet at times so gentle that one could sink into it.

"Enough."

Tang San patted Xiao Wu on the head.

"Teacher sent us out to gain experience so that we could learn to stand on our own."

"If we rely on Teacher for everything, when will we truly grow?"

"Let's go. There's nothing worth seeing here."

Tang San did not want to waste any more time in this rotten place.

This so-called Shrek, this so-called policy of accepting only monsters.

To him, it was just a bunch of hooligans running wild because they had a little talent.

Just as the three turned to leave.

A heavy pressure descended from above without warning.

The surrounding air became viscous, making even breathing somewhat difficult.

The dust on the ground was pressed flat by that imposing aura, leaving not even a trace of wind able to pass through.

"You think you can leave after beating people up?"

"What do you take Shrek Academy for?!"

A rough voice exploded beside their ears like thunder.

Immediately afterward, a burly figure shot out from the depths of the academy and slammed into the open space before the gates with a boom.

The earth shook violently.

As the dust cleared, the newcomer's true appearance was revealed.

He was a middle-aged man who was not particularly tall, but built like a black bear.

His muscles stretched his clothes taut, his face was full of fierce flesh, and a savage gleam shone from his large, bell-like eyes.

Immovable Ming King, Zhao Wuji.

A level seventy-six Soul Saint.

Seeing that their savior had arrived, Dai Mubai, who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead, instantly perked up.

He struggled to raise his head, his face swollen like a pig's head and filled with resentment and grievance.

"Teacher Zhao!"

"You have to stand up for us!"

Dai Mubai pointed at Tang San and the other two, his voice shrill as though he had suffered some monstrous injustice.

"They're not here to register at all!"

"They're here to cause trouble!"

"That guy not only injured Ma Hongjun and Oscar, he even insulted our academy, calling it a garbage dump that scams people out of money!"

"He said everyone at Shrek Academy was trash, not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

It had to be said, Dai Mubai was far better at twisting the truth than he was at cultivating Soul Power.

Oscar, hanging from the tree, hurriedly chimed in as well, though speaking upside down took some effort.

"That's right, Teacher Zhao!"

"This kid is way too arrogant!"

"He even said he'd tear down our academy's sign and use it as firewood!"

The vines in Ma Hongjun's mouth had only just loosened a little when he immediately began howling along with them.

"Teacher Zhao, look at my face!"

"They did all this to me!"

"This isn't just slapping my face—it's slapping Shrek Academy's face!"

The three of them played off one another, instantly painting Tang San and the others as heinous thugs.

Zhao Wuji had always been fiercely protective of his own.

Hearing that his students had been beaten so badly and humiliated like this, his fury shot straight to his head.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the three of them like blades.

"What audacity!"

"Three snot-nosed brats dare to cause trouble at my Shrek Academy?"

"Do you really think there's no one here?"

Boom!

The aura of a level seventy-six Soul Saint erupted without restraint.

Seven soul rings rose beneath Zhao Wuji's feet.

Two yellow, two purple, and three black.

The oppressive force brought by that optimal soul ring configuration made the surrounding trees creak under the unbearable strain.

Facing pressure as immense as a mountain, Tang San did not retreat even half a step.

He stood with his back straight, like a javelin.

"Right and wrong, I believe that as a senior, Teacher Zhao should have his own judgment."

Tang San's voice was neither servile nor overbearing, remaining clear even beneath the pressure of a Soul Saint.

"Since you have opened an academy, you should teach without discrimination. Even if you cannot manage that, you should not cheat and swindle people."

"The Registration Fee is ten Gold Soul Coins, and once someone is deemed unqualified, it is never refunded."

"For commoners, that is a year's living expenses."

"You take their money, then allow your students to bully those who come to register."

"How is such conduct any different from banditry?"

Tang San took a step forward and looked Zhao Wuji directly in the eye.

"As for these three."

"Their skills are inferior, yet they still twist the truth."

"Are these the so-called monsters?"

"I'd say they're trash instead."

Xiao Wu hid behind Tang San, poked her head out, and made a face.

"Exactly, exactly!"

"You're grown adults, yet you bully children."

"Beat the little ones, and the old ones come running."

"Your academy might as well change its name to Rogue Academy!"

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing, but her martial soul had already possessed her.

Her cat ears stood erect, her claws extended, and the phantom of the Hell Spirit Cat flickered in and out behind her.

Her stance was clear.

If they wanted to fight, then fight.

Zhao Wuji was momentarily stunned by the retorts of these three juniors.

He had always thrown his weight around in Suotuo City. When had he ever encountered young people with such backbone?

What infuriated him even more was that every word Tang San said made perfect sense.

Shrek Academy really was squeezing people for money. Zhao Wuji knew that perfectly well.

But so what?

In this world where the strong preyed on the weak, strength was the only hard truth.

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, unable to save face.

"What a sharp tongue!"

"I don't give a damn about reason or no reason."

"You hurt my students, so you'll have to pay the price."

"Since you think Shrek Academy is no good, then I'll teach you brats a proper lesson on behalf of your parents!"

Before his words had even faded, Zhao Wuji took a fierce step forward.

His fifth soul ring suddenly lit up.

Black light instantly enveloped the entire area.