My husband is the best!

Unconvinced, Ning Rongrong gave a light snort and stood before Zhu Zhuqing with her hands on her hips, saying:

"I don't care. If you have that idea, you'd better give it up now. Zhu Zhuqing is my sister, so don't you go setting your sights on her!"

Dai Mubai looked at Ye Xingchen, wanting to speak but holding back, then swallowed the words stuck in his throat.

He sighed and immediately strode forward.

After he left, Zhu Zhuqing, who stood behind Ye Xingchen, could not help sighing softly. She glanced at Ning Rongrong and said with a smile:

"Rongrong, there's no need. These people will all be our classmates from now on. We should get along with them!"

Grinning, Ning Rongrong nodded. She linked arms with Zhu Zhuqing and Ye Xingchen and teased:

"I don't care about all that. There was something wrong with the way he looked at her. What kind of boy stares at a girl like that?"

"Come on, let's go see what the third-level test is like!"

A smile appeared on Ye Xingchen's calm face. He stroked Ning Rongrong's head, unsure what to say.

A short while later, in the third-level test area,

Zhao Wuji sat upright in a chair with his hands behind his back. As he sensed footsteps approaching from around him, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

He stretched, stood up, and said mildly:

"Looks like quite a few little monsters made it into the third-level test this year. Shrek Academy hasn't seen a sight like this in a long time!"

"How strange. Four girls and two boys. Yin really is flourishing while yang declines!"

As he looked at the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji, before him, the corners of Ye Xingchen's mouth lifted slightly.

When he had watched this episode before, he had felt his blood boil with excitement. This old fellow was simply too formidable, his defenses terrifying to such a degree!

Had he not underestimated his opponent so badly, he probably would not have been thrashed so miserably by that scumbag Tang San.

Now that he had come here in person, he also wanted to test the terrifying defenses of the Immovable Wisdom King, Zhao Wuji!

"Teacher Zhao, these are the people who reached the third round this year. How would you like me to test them?"

Dai Mubai glanced at Zhao Wuji with a calm expression, then cupped his fist and asked.

"You won't need to do it this year. Let me see how strong they are instead..."

"I'm Zhao Wuji, the examiner in charge of your final round. Since all five of you have passed the tests, let me see just what you're made of!"

"Trying to get by with clever tricks won't do you any good here, and speed certainly won't let you escape my attacks. So I advise you to coordinate and unite to attack me!"

"If you can last for one incense stick, I'll count it as your win. If you can't, you'd better leave sooner rather than later!"

Zhao Wuji smiled dismissively. He turned to glance at Ye Xingchen and the others and said mildly:

"All right, Dai Mubai, tell them about my strength. Let them at least understand how they're going to die!"

A trace of astonishment appeared on Dai Mubai's face at those words. In the past, he had always been the one to test the new students. He had not expected Teacher Zhao Wuji to take action personally this year.

He could not help finding this somewhat troublesome. Glancing at Teacher Zhao Wuji, he asked:

"Teacher, isn't this a little inappropriate? After all, they're..."

Before he could finish, Zhao Wuji cut him off. He turned to glance at everyone and said mildly:

"With the dean away, I'm in charge. If these little fellows can't even last one incense stick, what use does Shrek Academy have for such trash?"

Hearing this, Tang San could not help clenching his fists. Looking at the somewhat conceited and arrogant teacher before him, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"All right, then I'll explain it to them!"

Feeling helpless, Dai Mubai nodded, then turned around and said:

"It seems your luck isn't very good this year. Teacher Zhao Wuji actually wants to test you personally, so there's nothing I can do!"

Ning Rongrong, her arms folded, froze slightly. She glanced at Zhao Wuji and asked:

"Is this fellow also a Soul Emperor-level teacher? If so, the four of us are all about the same, close to level thirty. Dealing with him shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Dai Mubai shook his head dismissively. He glanced at Ye Xingchen and said mildly:

"It's not that simple. Teacher Zhao Wuji isn't a Soul Emperor, but a Soul Saint!"

Tang San's expression shifted slightly at those words. Looking at Zhao Wuji seated before him, he felt a trace of pressure.

The gap between the Soul Emperor level and the Soul Saint level was like a chasm. They were only level thirty. Facing such a powerful opponent was no different from smashing an egg against a rock-seeking their own deaths.

"Isn't this a joke? A Soul Saint-level expert is going to fight us? Is there any point in fighting? Why don't we just surrender?" Tang San said, shaking his head slightly.

"If this is how Shrek Academy welcomes new students, then I might as well not stay here!"

Standing to the side, Ye Xingchen shook his head slightly. He glanced at the others and said mildly:

"Don't rush. Since Teacher is a Soul Saint-level expert, he naturally won't use Soul Saint-level strength against us!"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly in his chair. He opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Xingchen, and teased:

"That's right. Using Soul Saint-level strength against you little brats would be far too much bullying. I'm not shameless enough for that!"

"Are you done talking? If you're done, hurry up and come at me. My broadsword is already thirsting beyond endurance!"

With a complicated expression, Tang San nodded slightly. He turned to glance at the others and said:

"This is everyone's first time at this academy, and we don't know one another's abilities. Why don't we work together to get through this hurdle?"

Ning Rongrong smiled with her arms folded. She glanced at Tang San and shook her head, saying:

"Young man, I'm afraid we don't need to work together. He's only a Soul Saint-level expert!"

"My husband should be able to handle him, right?"

Hearing this, Ye Xingchen felt a slight headache. He thought that Rongrong really did bring him up at every turn now.

Still, compared with a Titled Douluo suppressing his strength, a Soul Saint suppressing his strength really did not amount to much to him.

"What do you mean by that? Are the three of you planning to take him on by yourselves?"

Puzzled, Xiao Wu glanced at Ye Xingchen and asked mildly:

"I think we'd be better off working together!"

Ye Xingchen smiled calmly. He turned to glance at Zhao Wuji, then took a step forward.

At once, the Heavenly Emperor Cauldron Martial Soul appeared above his head, and an ancient, unadorned aura slowly swept out in all directions.