"Zhao Wuji."
Tang Hao's utterly flat voice rang out again.
"You hit my son. You have to pay a price."
He had only come in secret today, wanting to quietly see how his son was doing at the Academy he had just joined.
Yet not long after arriving, he had personally witnessed Tang San being sent flying by Zhao Wuji's heavy punch.
In that moment, he had nearly failed to restrain himself from acting directly.
But the lingering auras of those Spirit Hall pursuers had appeared nearby.
His old wounds had not yet healed, and he truly did not wish to get entangled with them for too long.
He could only force down his anger and conceal himself as he withdrew first.
Tang Hao did not know exactly how the later test had ended, nor whether Tang San had been injured.
But there was one thing he was absolutely certain of—Zhao Wuji had indeed laid hands on his son.
So, after taking some effort to shake off the pursuers, he had returned, taking the enormous risk of being discovered by Spirit Hall.
All to find Zhao Wuji and settle this score.
That was just how Tang Hao was—petty!
"Your Excellency Clear Sky! A misunderstanding! A tremendous misunderstanding!"
Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely as he hurriedly explained, his voice trembling.
"That was merely the Academy's standard entrance test. Every new student has to go through it!"
"I absolutely didn't mean to bully Tang San, and I already held back a great deal!"
"A misunderstanding?"
Tang Hao merely repeated those two words flatly, letting out an extremely soft snort through his nose.
With that snort, the pressure blanketing the surroundings suddenly intensified.
"Pfft!"
Zhao Wuji and Flender both groaned, their bodies swaying as they nearly collapsed to the ground.
It felt as