Even those few old fellows who had already retired probably would not be able to save themselves.
"So, it was the Little Prince."
"No, it's Young Master."
The flesh on Zhao Wuji's face bunched together as he forced out a smile uglier than crying.
"A misunderstanding. This is all a misunderstanding."
"Our Shrek Academy has always held Prince Tang in the highest respect."
"I was reckless just now. I merely wished to test your skills; I meant no harm."
As Zhao Wuji spoke, he frantically wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
His change of expression was faster than turning the pages of a book.
Watching this scene, a trace of disdain flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.
This was what they called the strong being respected.
Before absolute power and influence, so-called backbone was nothing but a joke.
If Tang Yuan had been here, this Zhao Wuji would likely have long since fallen to his knees and begged for mercy.
Tang San's expression did not soften because Zhao Wuji had lowered his head.
He still looked ice-cold.
"A test?"
"Teacher Zhao's Great Strength Vajra Palm just now was aimed at taking my life."
"If my reaction had been even a little slower, I would probably be a corpse by now."
Tang San's tone was calm.
Yet it made Zhao Wuji's heart violently twitch.
"I wouldn't dare! Absolutely not!"
"I'm willing to offer compensation!"
Zhao Wuji hurriedly pulled a money pouch from his robes and presented it with both hands.
"This is the registration fee paid by those students earlier, returned in full."
"And these five hundred Gold Soul Coins are to compensate the Young Master and the two young ladies for the fright."
"Please show mercy, Young Master. Do not lower yourself to the level of country bumpkins like us."