My Grandfather Is Very Protective!

At that moment, Zhao Wuji was already enraged. He unleashed his Martial Soul Avatar and instantly charged at Chen Feng.

Watching Zhao Wuji rush toward him, Chen Feng shouted coldly, "Second Soul Skill, Shake the Eight Desolations!"

Facing the charging Zhao Wuji, Chen Feng slashed out with his sword.

Shake the Eight Desolations—One Sword Shakes the Eight Wilds!

With Chen Feng at the center, eight terrifying streams of sword energy burst forth. They carried fearsome purple flames, like eight Fire Dragons swooping straight toward Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji shouted coldly, "I refuse to believe your flames can hurt me!"

At that moment, Kamisato Ayaka also unleashed her Soul Skill.

"Kamisato Art: Ice Blossom!"

That terrifying icy power appeared once more, instantly freezing Zhao Wuji's body in place. Though it only lasted an instant, that was enough.

"Boom, boom, boom...!"

The eight purple flames struck Zhao Wuji one after another with tremendous force, sending him staggering backward.

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened. Four wounds had appeared on his arm, with wisps of black smoke drifting from them.

He found it utterly unbelievable.

He was a Soul Saint! Yet he had been injured by a Soul Grandmaster?

Anger flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

But the flaming sword energy kept bombarding his body. Every strike tore apart his flesh and shattered his bones.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As Zhao Wuji suffered repeated heavy blows, his steps gradually halted. Finally, with a thunderous crash, he fell to his knees.

His knees carved two deep trenches through the ground. Kneeling in the clearing, Zhao Wuji's eyes were filled with shock and unwillingness.

He could not accept it!

A dignified Soul Saint had actually lost to a Soul Grandmaster.

As the smoke dispersed, Chen Feng took back his sword and looked at Zhao Wuji, who lay limp on the ground.

Blood spattered Zhao Wuji's body, while purple flames coiled around him, constantly eating away at his flesh.

"Cough, cough, you... pfft!" Zhao Wuji had barely managed a complete sentence before vomiting blood.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, blazing purple flames erupted around Zhao Wuji.

"You... how... could this be..." Zhao Wuji struggled to raise his right hand and point at Chen Feng.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji was in unbearable agony, tormented by an intolerable itch.

"Ah—"

Zhao Wuji immediately howled in pain. He knelt on the ground and rolled around constantly, trying to suppress the unbearable sensation, but the terrifying flames continued burning his skin.

His body was in excruciating pain.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ning Rongrong in particular.

She stood frozen in place, shaking her head as she muttered, "How is this possible? How is this possible?"

"Is he still the Chen Feng I know?"

"How did he suddenly become so strong?"

"Hehe...!" Chen Feng smiled. He glanced lightly at Ning Rongrong, then looked at Zhao Wuji, who was screaming in agony on the ground. A faint sneer curled across his lips.

Chen Feng then gave Zhao Wuji an indifferent glance, slowly turned around, and led Kamisato Ayaka away.

Enduring the pain, Zhao Wuji immediately shouted, "Wait, wait!"

Zhao Wuji hurriedly asked, "You... what did you do to me?"

Chen Feng answered calmly, "Nothing. This is the consequence of making things difficult for me. No, it should be more than that, Zhao Wuji. I gave you a chance before, but you failed to cherish it. Since that is the case, take care of yourself!"

After saying that, Chen Feng took Kamisato with him and continued walking away.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji immediately asked, "You... who exactly are you?"

Without turning his head, Chen Feng said calmly, "My grandfather is Sword Douluo. Oh, and he has a trait—he is very protective of his own!"

After saying that, Chen Feng left directly.

Zhao Wuji sat where he was, utterly horrified. "Sword... Sword Douluo?"

Upon hearing those three words, his legs instantly went weak. He had never expected to provoke such a colossal figure. Sword Douluo was a legendary existence!

Zhao Wuji immediately glared angrily at Dai Mubai. "You... you already knew he was Sword Douluo's grandson?"

Dai Mubai spread his hands. "Teacher Zhao, you're not the only one. He taught me a lesson yesterday too."

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?" Zhao Wuji grew even angrier.

With an expression that said it had nothing to do with him, Dai Mubai continued, "Well, you never asked!"

"Dai Mubai, you set me up?" Zhao Wuji flew into a rage and was about to beat Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai immediately said, "How was I supposed to know that you, Teacher Zhao, a Soul Saint, couldn't even beat a Soul Grandmaster? Didn't you teach us that those who dare not cause trouble are mediocre?"

"You little brat, I never told you to provoke the grandson of a Title Douluo!" Zhao Wuji was utterly depressed. If Chen Feng went to complain about him to Sword Douluo, even ten heads would not be enough for him to lose.

Dai Mubai spread his hands. "Teacher Zhao, then you should pray for yourself."

Looking at Zhao Wuji's blood-covered face, Dai Mubai wanted to laugh but did not dare. He hurriedly shouted, "Oscar, Oscar, come quickly! You've got business!"

His voice was amplified by Soul Power. As long as anyone was within the academy, they probably could not fail to hear it.

"Where's the business? Where's the business?" Oscar's distinctive soft voice came from afar, carrying a hint of excitement as it drew closer. Soon, he appeared before everyone.

Perhaps he had been too eager, as he had even abandoned his cart and run over alone.

"Xiao Ao, come here." Dai Mubai called out to him.

Oscar hurried over. "Boss Dai, did you call me?"

Dai Mubai nodded. "Hurry up and make a few sausages. They're all injured."

Oscar was overjoyed. "Five copper soul coins each. Don't forget to settle the bill afterward. I have a big sausage." As he chanted his strange Soul Incantation, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a fragrant sausage materialized.

Dai Mubai gave Tang San a look. "Eat it. His words may be disgusting, but his sausages really work well. This is the sausage granted by his first Soul Ring. It can accelerate recovery from injuries."

The sausage itself was not the issue, but when Tang San recalled Oscar's words, his stomach churned. He hurriedly waved his hand. "My injuries aren't serious. I'm just somewhat exhausted. I'll be fine after resting for a while. Let him give the sausages to someone else."

After speaking, he immediately sat cross-legged and began circulating his power to regulate his breathing.

Tang San refusing to eat did not mean others would refuse as well.

For example, a certain someone who had lost all face.

"Oscar, come here. Give me one sausage and one cured sausage."

Zhao Wuji's voice was somewhat muffled. The purple flames had gone out, but his entire body had been burned black like charcoal.

Combined with the numbing effects of the flame toxin, he could barely speak clearly.

Oscar blinked his peach-blossom eyes. "Who are you? How did you get into Shrek Academy, and how do you know my name?"

"You bastard, do you want to be punished? I'm Zhao Wuji!" Zhao Wuji exploded in anger, nearly choking on his breath and almost coughing up blood.

"Teacher Zhao, perhaps our customs are different, but when we welcomed new students in past years, we didn't need to burn ourselves into this state!" Oscar immediately said.

"Do you want to die?" Zhao Wuji immediately roared.

Oscar quickly replied, "Fine, fine, fine—I'll make them right away!"