My Grandpa is Very Protective!

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was already enraged; he unleashed his Avatar of the Martial Soul and charged toward Chen Feng in an instant.

Watching Zhao Wuji charge at him, Chen Feng let out a cold shout: "Second Soul Skill, One Sword Shakes the Eight Wilds!"

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

One Sword Shakes the Eight Wilds, a single sword strike that shakes the eight wilds!

Centered on Chen Feng, eight terrifying sword auras erupted outward, carrying fearsome purple flames that surged toward Zhao Wuji like eight fire dragons.

Zhao Wuji shouted coldly: "I don't believe your flames can hurt me!"

Just then, Kamisato Ayaka's soul skill was instantly unleashed.

"Kamisato Art: Hyouka!"

Once again, that terrifying power of ice instantly restrained Zhao Wuji's body; though it lasted only for a split second, it was enough.

"Boom, boom, boom...!"

The eight purple flames struck Zhao Wuji's body in rapid succession, forcing him to stagger backward repeatedly.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji's eyes widened in shock, for four wounds had appeared on his arm, and a wisp of black smoke was drifting out from them.

This left Zhao Wuji feeling utterly incredulous.

He was a Soul Saint! How could he be wounded by a Soul Grand Master?

Anger flickered in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

However, those successive waves of flaming sword aura continued to bombard his body, each impact causing his flesh to collapse and his bones to fracture.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

As Zhao Wuji suffered repeated heavy blows, his footsteps gradually faltered, and finally, with a loud crash, he collapsed to his knees.

Carving two deep furrows into the ground, Zhao Wuji knelt on the open field, his eyes filled with horror and unwillingness.

He couldn't believe it!

He, a dignified Soul Saint, had actually lost to a Soul Grand Master.

As the smoke cleared, Chen Feng retracted his longsword and looked down at the limp Zhao Wuji.

At this time, blood was splattered all over Zhao Wuji, and purple flames lingered on his body, continuously eroding his flesh.

"Cough, cough, you..., pfft!" Zhao Wuji had barely managed to utter a complete sentence before he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, raging purple flames ignited all around Zhao Wuji.

"You... how... is it possible..." Zhao Wuji struggled to point his right hand at Chen Feng.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji was in extreme agony, plagued by an unbearable, maddening itch.

"Ah--!"

Zhao Wuji let out a painful roar, rolling on the ground in an attempt to suppress the agonizing sensation, but the terrifying flames continued to burn his skin.

His body was in absolute torment.

At this moment, everyone present stared with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Especially Ning Rongrong.

She stood frozen in place, shaking her head and murmuring: "How is this possible, how is this possible?"

"Is he still the Chen Feng I know?"

"How did he suddenly become so strong?"

"Heh...!" Chen Feng smiled, casting a light glance at Ning Rongrong before looking down at the wailing Zhao Wuji on the ground, his lips curling into a faint, mocking smirk.

Afterward, Chen Feng gave Zhao Wuji a cold, indifferent look, turned slowly, and walked into the distance with Kamisato Ayaka.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji braced himself against the pain and shouted loudly: "Wait, wait."

Zhao Wuji immediately asked: "What, what did you do to me?"

Chen Feng replied calmly: "Nothing, this is the price you pay for making things difficult for me. No, it should be more than that. Zhao Wuji, I gave you a chance before, but unfortunately, you didn't cherish it. Since that is the case, you must fend for yourself!"

After saying this, Chen Feng continued walking outward with Kamisato.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji immediately asked: "Who, who exactly are you?"

Chen Feng didn't look back, saying calmly: "My grandfather is Sword Douluo. By the way, he has one trait: he is very protective of his own!"

With that, Chen Feng walked away directly.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji sat on the ground, utterly horrified: "Sword... Sword Douluo?"

Hearing those three words, his legs went weak instantly. He never imagined he would provoke such a colossal figure; one had to know that Sword Douluo was a legendary existence.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji immediately glared at Dai Mubai and roared: "You... you knew all along that he was Sword Douluo's grandson?"

Dai Mubai spread his hands and said: "Teacher Zhao, it wasn't just you; I was taught a lesson by him yesterday as well."

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" Zhao Wuji was even more furious.

Dai Mubai wore an expression of complete indifference as he continued, "Well, you didn't ask!"

"Dai Mubai, are you setting me up?" Zhao Wuji flew into a rage, ready to beat Dai Mubai to a pulp.

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

"You brat! I didn't tell you to go provoke the grandson of a Titled Douluo!" Zhao Wuji was incredibly depressed. If this kid Chen Feng went to Sword Douluo to report him, he feared ten heads wouldn't be enough to lose.

Dai Mubai spread his hands and said, "Teacher Zhao, then you'll have to pray for your own good fortune."

Looking at Zhao Wuji, whose face was covered in blood, Dai Mubai wanted to laugh but didn't dare. He hurriedly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Oscar, Oscar, come over here! You've got business."

By channeling his soul power into his voice, he ensured that anyone within the academy would be able to hear him.

"Where's the business? Where's the business?" Oscar's distinct, soft voice approached from afar, filled with excitement, and he soon appeared before the group.

Perhaps because he was too eager, he had even abandoned his cart and ran over by himself.

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

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

Dai Mubai nodded and said, "Quick, make a few sausages. They're all injured."

Oscar was overjoyed, "Five copper soul coins each, don't forget to settle the bill with me later. I have a big sausage!" Amidst his bizarre soul incantation, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a fragrant sausage instantly materialized.

Dai Mubai winked at Tang San, "Eat it. Even though this guy's words are a bit disgusting, his sausages are truly effective. This is the sausage granted by his first soul ring; it can accelerate the recovery of physical injuries."

The sausage itself was fine, but the moment Tang San recalled Oscar's incantation, his stomach churned, and he hurriedly waved his hand, "My injuries aren't serious, I'm just a bit exhausted. I'll be fine after resting for a while. You should have him give the sausages to the others."

Having said that, he immediately sat cross-legged and began to circulate his energy to regulate his breathing.

Just because Tang San wouldn't eat it didn't mean others wouldn't.

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

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

Zhao Wuji's voice was somewhat slurred. The purple flames had extinguished, but he had been scorched into a piece of charcoal.

Coupled with the paralyzing effect of the flame's toxins, he could barely speak clearly.

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

"You bastard, do you want to be punished? I am Zhao Wuji!" Zhao Wuji was furious; he nearly choked on his own breath and almost coughed up blood.

"Teacher Zhao, perhaps it's a difference in customs, but we don't usually burn ourselves like this to welcome new students!" Oscar immediately replied.

"Do you want to die?" Zhao Wuji roared in anger.

Oscar immediately said, "Alright, alright, I'll change! I'll change right now!"