"Zhao Wuji was a brainless brute. My name frightened him."
"But what if you encountered a desperado today?"
"What if it was a madman who did not care about the Blue Silver King's title?"
"Do you think this token could still save your life?"
A cold sweat instantly broke out across Tang San's back.
That was right.
If he encountered a true desperado, killing everyone to silence them would be the most direct choice.
Then there would be no evidence left.
Who would know he was the Blue Silver King's disciple?
"This disciple has been taught."
Tang San's voice was somewhat dry.
He finally understood Tang Yuan's meaning.
There was nothing shameful about borrowing another's influence.
What was shameful was that, aside from borrowing influence, he had no other means.
Tang Yuan turned around and looked out the window.
His gaze seemed to pierce through layers of buildings, toward the direction of that so-called Shrek Academy.
His eyes held undisguised contempt.
"As for that Shrek Academy."
"Monster Academy?"
"It is merely a pack of stray dogs cast aside by the mainstream Soul Master World, huddling together for warmth."
"Flender is greedy and miserly, with a narrow vision."
"Zhao Wuji is even a wanted fugitive. He incurred countless blood debts in the Soul Master World back then, which was why he hid away in that kind of impoverished backwater to barely survive."
"'Those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre.'"
"That kind of bullshit theory can only fool ignorant children like you."
"True powerhouses never cause trouble, because no one dares cause trouble in front of them."
"They turn a group of promising seedlings into thugs who only know how to show off their ferocity and fight."
"And these are the so-called monsters?"
"They are simply leading their students astray."
Tang