Ning Rongrong's Threat? What's Your Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School Anyway! (Seeking Reads!)

The once gentle sunlight seemed to ignite in this moment, and the temperature in the air climbed sharply.

A visible wave of scorching heat surged wildly in all directions, centered on Xu Zhao.

This was no ordinary flame, but the aura of True Sun Fire, containing the ultimate light and heat!

"Urgh--!"

The Shrek Seven Devils, bearing the brunt of the impact, instantly let out muffled groans.

Even Dai Mubai, who possessed the strongest physique, felt as if he were trapped inside an Alchemical Furnace.

His skin burned with intense, searing pain, and the soul power within his body was suppressed to the point of sluggish circulation.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong turned deathly pale.

If not for Tang San pulling them back with his Blue Silver Grass in time, they would have likely collapsed to the ground.

This was still the result of Xu Zhao deliberately restraining ninety-nine percent of his power.

If he had truly unleashed the full might of his Sun Martial Soul.

Let alone these few mere Soul Ancestors and Soul Elders, even the entire Shrek Academy would have been reduced to ashes in an instant!

"This... this is..."

Flender withstood the suffocating heatwave, staring fixedly at the brilliant sun behind Xu Zhao.

A flash of realization crossed his mind, and his pupils dilated to their limit.

"Sun Martial Soul... Ultimate Fire..."

"You are from the Great Sun Prince Mansion!!"

Flender's voice turned sharp and shrill from extreme shock:

"It is rumored that Prince Xu Yu of the Great Sun Prince Mansion is a Title Douluo, but his age does not match yours..."

"You are not Xu Yu... then you must be the Heir Prince of the Great Sun Prince Mansion who is rumored to have broken through to Title Douluo at a young age--Xu Zhao!!"

As these words fell, the entire scene erupted in an uproar.

Facing Flender's exclamation, Xu Zhao's expression remained unchanged, and he merely smiled indifferently:

"Good eye."

Before his voice had even faded, Xu Zhao took another step forward.

This step landed as if it were stomping directly upon everyone's hearts.

Hum!

A yellow light ring rose slowly from beneath his feet.

Following that, with every step Xu Zhao took, a soul ring appeared in its wake.

Accompanied by a rhythm that made souls tremble, they shimmered in harmony under the radiance of the sun.

Second step, purple!

Third step, purple!

Fourth step, black!

Fifth step, black!

Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened until they were nearly splitting.

A first soul ring of yellow was normal, but the second soul ring was actually a thousand-year purple one?

This completely contradicted his prideful theory of the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!

However, the true shock had only just begun.

Xu Zhao did not stop his pace, and the smile on his face grew even brighter—it was the absolute confidence and arrogance belonging to the strong.

The sixth step landed.

Boom!

A bewitching and bloody red suddenly stung everyone's eyes!

That was... a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

"Red... it's red..."

Tang San's hand holding his Hidden Weapon began to tremble violently, and his inner defenses nearly collapsed in this moment.

But this was not the end.

Seventh step, red!

Eighth step, red!

Ninth step... still red!

When the ninth soul ring, fresh and red as blood, rose slowly and began to pulse in rhythm with the other eight around Xu Zhao.

The sky over the entire Shrek Academy was dyed a deep, blood-red.

Yellow, purple, purple, black, black, red, red, red, red!

Nine soul rings!

Four Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast rings!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

Flender's mouth hung wide open, his jaw nearly dislocating.

The fighting spirit in Liu Erlong's eyes extinguished instantly, replaced by a deep sense of despair.

Yu Xiaogang collapsed onto the ground, his eyes vacant, muttering to himself as if he had gone mad.

Under the reflection of that suffocating red light, Xu Zhao looked like a demon god descended upon the world.

Looking down at this group of "geniuses" who had long since been scared witless, he chuckled softly:

"Now, can we have a proper chat?"

In that suffocating silence, Flender swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

Although his legs were still trembling uncontrollably, he braced himself and stepped out from behind Zhao Wuji.

He bowed deeply, performing the most standard junior's salute toward the hovering Xu Zhao, his voice respectful to the extreme.

It even carried a hint of servile flattery:

"Your... Your Excellency."

"May I ask what business you have in stopping us?"

As Flender spoke, he stole a glance at the pale-faced Tang San and the others behind him.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead down to the tip of his nose:

"We Shrek Academy are merely an obscure little school within the Heaven Dou Empire.

Our faculty is shallow, and our students are nothing more than children who have just started their journey."

"I fear... there is truly nothing here worthy of the attention of a great figure such as yourself."

Flender's words were humble to the point of groveling.

He only hoped that this temperamental and terrifying powerhouse would see that they were "penniless and destitute" and let them go like a fart in the wind.

However.

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhao shook his head slightly, the smile on his lips not fading in the slightest.

"Dean Flender is being too modest."

Xu Zhao's voice was as gentle as jade, yet it carried an unquestionable power of penetration:

"Although Shrek Academy is small in scale, the treasures it hides are anything but few."

As soon as he finished speaking.

Xu Zhao slowly raised his right hand, his slender index finger pointing through the air.

The direction his finger pointed was exactly where the Shrek Seven Devils were standing!

"Hiss--!"

At this moment, Tang San felt his heart stop, and all the blood in his body rushed to his head.

Because the direction of Xu Zhao's finger was aimed squarely at him and Xiao Wu, who was hiding behind him!

As expected... he is here for Xiao Wu!

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he almost instinctively reached out to summon his Clear Sky Hammer.

Even if it meant sacrificing his life, he would never let Xiao Wu fall into the hands of this demon.

Xiao Wu behind him was even more terrified, her fingers clutching Tang San's sleeve, her entire body nearly collapsing to the ground.

However.

Just one second before Tang San was about to fight to the death.

Xu Zhao's finger shifted slightly, passing over the trembling Xiao Wu, and finally settled steadily on the tip of Tang San's nose.

"The person I am looking for is you."

Xu Zhao looked at Tang San and said calmly.

"...Me?"

The roar that had already reached Tang San's throat was instantly choked off, and he stood frozen in place, his brain suffering a momentary system crash.

Not only him, but even Xiao Wu behind him, as well as Dai Mubai and the others beside him, were stunned.

He wasn't here for the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?

He wasn't here for the Star Luo prince either?

He was here for... Tang San?

"Your Excellency... have you made a mistake?"

Tang San suppressed the palpitations in his heart, his brows locked in a deep frown, his eyes filled with vigilance and confusion:

"I dare say I have never met Your Excellency, nor could I possibly have had any dealings with the Great Sun Prince Mansion. I do not know why Your Excellency has sought me out?"

Xu Zhao did not answer directly, instead lowering his gaze to rest upon the inconspicuous Wishful Hundred Treasure Pouch at Tang San's waist.

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