Zhao Wuji sized up the alluring young woman. He could feel the deep, scorching fluctuations of spirit power radiating from her, like a dangerous volcano that might erupt at any moment.
Another Soul Douluo? Zhao Wuji's heart sank.
He was a rank seventy-four Spirit Saint who had once made a name for himself in the Soul Master World as the "Immovable Wisdom King." He had survived the pursuit of Spirit Hall's many experts through sheer strength and a ruthless disposition. Yet ever since he had run into Skyward Academy, the powerful opponents he encountered had been one more outrageous than the last.
He had already suffered a setback at Dean Zhang's hands in Skyward Academy, but this young woman, who looked barely into her twenties, gave him an even stronger sense of oppression than Dean Zhang had.
"Are you a teacher at Skyward Academy?" Zhao Wuji asked gravely, struggling to preserve his dignity.
Ma Xiaotao did not answer his question. Instead, she tilted her head toward Ning Rongrong and Tang Ya behind her. "You two certainly know how to run your mouths. If I'd arrived even a moment later, you'd probably be missing an arm or a leg, wouldn't you?"
Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue. "We couldn't help it. This squat little melon was being far too arrogant. He even tried to extort us!" She quickly recounted what had happened to Ma Xiaotao.
Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched. A squat little melon? He was someone of standing in the Soul Master World. When had anyone ever called him that to his face?
But circumstances held the upper hand, and he could only suppress his anger. "Young lady, I merely came to discuss my students' injuries with you. Your people beat mine so badly. Surely you owe us an explanation?"
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