Little Feng, Grandpa's Taking You to Settle the Score!

Hearing Sword Douluo's words, Chen Feng nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

Sword Douluo then looked at Chen Feng and asked, "Little Feng, how have you been lately? Has anything unpleasant happened?"

Upon hearing his grandfather's question, Chen Feng immediately replied, "Actually, Grandfather, I was just about to tell you about that."

"Oh? How so? Is there someone who dares to bully my Little Feng?"

Without delay, Chen Feng recounted everything that had happened over the past two days to Sword Douluo. Upon hearing this, Sword Douluo was instantly enraged.

"What? A mere Soul Saint dares to bully this old man's grandson? Is he tired of living?" Chen Xin was absolutely livid after hearing the story.

He then looked at Chen Feng and said, "Little Feng, don't you worry. Grandfather will definitely get revenge for you. I'd like to see what kind of guts that so-called Shrek Academy and that piece-of-trash Zhao Wuji have to dare to lay a hand on you."

Chen Xin was naturally furious after hearing Chen Feng's words; his precious grandson had been bullied by others—how could he possibly let it slide?

As he spoke, Chen Xin stood up and said, "Let's go, Little Feng!"

"Go? Go where?" Chen Feng looked at his grandfather in surprise.

"We are going to that so-called Shrek Academy to settle the score with Zhao Wuji. Daring to bully my grandson—do they not want to live anymore?" Chen Xin snorted coldly.

Afterward, Chen Feng brought Kamisato Ayaka along to follow Chen Xin, and they headed toward Shrek Academy.

Meanwhile.

Last night.

Zhao Wuji, wrapped in bandages from head to toe, was limping across the training grounds.

"Zhao Wuji." A sudden voice caused the smile on his face to freeze instantly.

A cold voice drifted toward him.

"Who is it?" Standing up abruptly, Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a chilling light.

"Come out." A faint, lingering aura locked onto Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji didn't hesitate to leap through the window and land outside. He pushed his soul power to its peak, guarding himself cautiously while scanning his surroundings for movement.

"Come out. I know you're here," Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.

At the same time, he immediately initiated his Martial Soul Possession. Seven soul rings pulsed rhythmically around his body, flickering with brilliant light—especially the three black ten-thousand-year soul rings, which looked shockingly profound.

A black-clad figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. The person was entirely shrouded in black, even wearing a black hood; from his appearance, one could only tell he was a tall man.

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuji immediately looked toward the direction the voice had come from.

The man in black didn't answer directly, only saying indifferently, "To encounter the Immovable Bright King in such a small place, I simply wanted to spar with you. It's been a long time since I've stretched my limbs."

As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand. Suddenly, a black light condensed in his palm, forming a massive weapon. Simultaneously, nine soul rings appeared quietly around him.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

The nine soul rings emerged, completely enveloping his body.

Seeing the man in black release nine soul rings, Zhao Wuji felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, and he shivered uncontrollably.

"Titled Douluo." He spat out the words with great difficulty.

Zhao Wuji's Immovable Bright King body trembled; if he was considered a high-level existence among soul masters, then a Titled Douluo was the pinnacle.

The arrogance in his previous tone vanished completely. Zhao Wuji hurriedly bowed, "May I ask which senior has graced us with their presence? Please, stop joking with this small one. How could I possibly be worthy of sparring with you?"

The man in black said indifferently, "What does worthiness have to do with it? During the day, you were quite good at bullying those children, weren't you? I've discovered that the feeling of bullying others seems quite nice. Let me bully you a little as well. Of course, you can consider this me bullying the weak with my strength."

Without emitting any oppressive aura, the man in black held his massive weapon and walked toward Zhao Wuji step by step.

Suddenly, the man in black stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji. "Since you've arrived, come out. What difference does it make if there's one or two?"

With a flicker of movement, another person appeared beside Zhao Wuji.

Flender had flown to Zhao Wuji's side in an instant.

Seeing Flender, Zhao Wuji immediately asked, "Boss, this senior..."

"I pay my respects to Clear Sky," Flender said immediately.

Zhao Wuji gasped; hearing his companion's words, he finally realized who stood before him.

His heart contracted. Heavens, when had he offended this terrifying person?

Zhao Wuji smiled bitterly, "Clear Sky, I truly do not understand how I have offended you. Could you please clarify?" His meaning was clear: even if he were to die, he wanted to die knowing why.

But Flender, standing beside Zhao Wuji, showed no loyalty and immediately stepped aside, clearly intending to wash his hands of Zhao Wuji's affairs.

The man in black snorted coldly, "Do I need to say it? When the young are beaten, the old naturally must step out to seek justice. This is only natural. Make your move."

The massive weapon in the man's hand and the nine soul rings on his body vanished simultaneously, but in the next instant, he was already standing before Zhao Wuji.

Bang, bang, boom, boom, ah—

The sounds of collision, the surging of energy, muffled groans, and screams echoed one after another in the forest.

Early this morning, Zhao Wuji lay in bed, wrapped in bandages, suffering from extremely severe injuries. He looked wretched to the extreme.

He lay in bed until noon before he could barely manage to get up. At this moment, Flender arrived before Zhao Wuji. Seeing Zhao Wuji, Flender burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Old Zhao, how are you feeling?"

"That was a Title Douluo, why don't you try it yourself!" Zhao Wuji looked at Flender and retorted irritably.

"Who told you to try and suppress these little ones? You've kicked an iron plate this time, haven't you?" Flender continued to laugh.

"Hmph. How was I supposed to know that kid Tang San was the son of Tang Hao? And don't forget about that Chen Feng; his grandfather is Sword Douluo Chen Xin. If his grandfather comes looking for me just like Tang Hao did, I'll be in for another round of suffering." Zhao Wuji let out a muffled grunt.

Flender looked at Zhao Wuji and smiled: "That's on you. If the kid wanted to leave, let him leave; if he wanted to stay, let him stay. Why did you have to meddle so much?"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly: "Hmph, I, Zhao Wuji, have roamed the continent for so many years. Even back when I was under the Martial Soul Hall, I never backed down. Who would have thought that this time, two such kids would end up in the academy.

Furthermore, the talent of these two fellows is heaven-defying, and I fear that Chen Feng is even a cut above!"

Just then, an old man arrived and knocked on the door.

Flender looked toward the old man and immediately asked: "Teacher Li, is something the matter?"

Li Yusong spoke up at once: "Dean, His Excellency Sword Douluo has arrived."

As soon as these words were spoken, Flender's expression sank instantly, and he said in a deep voice: "These Title Douluos are not to be trifled with, and each one is more protective of their own than the last.

Old Zhao, just lie down and rest well; I will go and deal with them."

After saying this, Flender hurried out.

Zhao Wuji was stunned, his entire body beginning to tremble.

"How is it that I've just sent one away, and another one has already arrived?"

His heart sank; he knew that this time, he was likely in for another round of misery.