Light flashed.
The giant bear slowly dissipated.
Zhao Wuji returned to human form.
He was filthy and battered, his clothes in tatters, with patches of bruises covering his exposed skin.
He looked at Bai Tang San.
The fury in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of powerlessness.
And...
A trace of fear.
Yes, fear.
In that instant just now, he had truly smelled death.
If he had not used his Martial Soul Avatar to withstand it head-on...
He would probably be nothing more than a corpse rotted away by poison now.
"You..."
Zhao Wuji opened his mouth, but the moment he drew a breath, he began coughing violently.
"Cough, cough, cough! This poison... is fucking vicious!"
He gave a bitter smile, waved his hand, and dropped onto the ground, utterly devoid of his previous arrogance.
"Alright, alright."
"I admit defeat."
"You won."
Zhao Wuji looked at Bai Tang San, his expression complicated.
"Whether it was that damned domain or that black box just now..."
"You brat..."
"You really are a monster."
"A monster through and through."
Bai Tang San gave a slight nod, accepting the assessment.
He took a porcelain bottle from his robes and casually tossed it over.
"The antidote."
"Take it internally and apply it externally. You'll recover in three days."
Then...
He took out a gold card and flicked it lightly toward Flender.
"There are fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins on this card."
"Consider it compensation for blowing up the gate."
"And..."
"Teacher Zhao's medical expenses and emotional damages."
Flender caught the gold card in a fluster.
Looking at the number on it, the dean who loved money as dearly as his life found himself unable to smile.
A slap first.
Then a sweet date.
Was this really someone coming to study?
This was