Zhao Wuji Threatens with Tang Hao? Meng Shu: Poison Douluo Your Excellency Has Already Found Us!

"You go too far!"

Oscar's face flushed a deep purple, his entire body trembling with humiliation.

"I am a Food-type support Spirit Master; I was never meant for combat in the first place!"

"Yiran, do not be rude."

Although Chao Tianxiang scolded her, her eyes were equally filled with contempt.

"Since he is a support type, then he truly cannot fight. Zhao Wuji, this is simply a lack of ability on your part; you cannot blame this old woman."

"I will fight in his place!"

Tang San stepped forward, shielding Oscar behind him.

"I am a level 29 Control-type Battle Spirit Master. I will take Oscar's place in this duel. If I win, the Spirit Beast belongs to us. If I lose, we leave immediately!"

Meng Yiran's gaze fell upon Tang San's bandaged left hand, which was still seeping blood, and a thick sneer curled the corners of her lips.

"You're taking his place? Fine! But with your fingers broken, I doubt you can even use your hidden weapons or Spirit Skills properly. If you lose too pathetically later, don't go kneeling on the ground, crying and begging for mercy!"

"Who wins and who loses—we'll only know after we fight."

Tang San's eyes were cold.

High in the tree canopy, Huang Yan listened to the conversation below and couldn't help but chuckle aloud.

"Tsk tsk, Tang San, oh Tang San, even in such a miserable state, you still insist on playing the hero. But this is fine, too; a cripple fighting a cripple—this drama is quite fresh."

Huang Yan rubbed his chin, his gaze sweeping toward the deeper reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest.

"However... if Meng Shu arrives now, this duel of Tang San's probably won't happen. I just don't know where that old poison-master Dugu Bo has run off to; his efficiency is truly slow."

Just as the saying goes, speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Tang San and Meng Yiran had just assumed their stances, but before they could truly begin, an incredibly formidable wave of Spirit Power erupted from the depths of the forest, sweeping across the clearing like a gale!

"Who dares to bully the granddaughter of Meng Shu?!"

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, an old man wielding a massive dragon-headed cane descended from the sky, landing steadily beside Chao Tianxiang.

The person who arrived was none other than Meng Shu!

"Grandfather! You've finally come!"

Meng Yiran's face lit up with joy as she hurried to greet him.

Chao Tianxiang also breathed a sigh of relief, leaning in to quickly recount what had just happened to Meng Shu in a low voice.

After listening to his wife's account, Meng Shu's cold, sharp gaze instantly locked onto Zhao Wuji and the others.

He made no effort to hide the disdain in his eyes as he let out a cold laugh.

"Zhao Wuji, even back when you were in your prime, I never held you in high regard. Now that you've lost an arm and are leading this group of broken, limping cripples, you dare to snatch a Spirit Ring from my granddaughter?"

Forced back two steps by the overwhelming pressure of Meng Shu's Spirit Doulu status, Zhao Wuji broke into a cold sweat, gritting his teeth in silence.

"While I have no desire to start a massacre just yet," Meng Shu slammed his dragon-headed cane hard against the ground.

"Take your group of crippled students and get out of my sight, now!"

"Senior!"

Tang San refused to back down, stepping forward against the crushing pressure, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Meng Shu.

"Everything should be governed by rules! We already reached an agreement with Serpent Granny just now to decide the ownership of the Spirit Beast through a duel! The duel hasn't even begun yet—as a senior of your stature, are you really going to bully us with your power?"

"A duel?"

Meng Shu acted as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.

He looked Tang San up and down, his gaze finally resting on Tang San's bandaged left hand, which was still seeping blood.

A sneer curled the corner of Meng Shu's mouth, undisguised in its mockery:

"Kid, what kind of thing do you think you are, to be talking about rules with my granddaughter?"

Meng Shu let out a cold snort, his tone filled with disdain:

"Look at your half-dead, ghostly appearance right now. You've even broken a finger; you're nothing but a cripple who can't even hold his hidden weapons steady!

Even if this old man were to show mercy and let you duel, do you really think a cripple like you could win against Yiran?

Get lost, and stop making a fool of yourself here!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting like an ox.

He gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached, his fists clenched until his knuckles turned white.

Yet, suppressed by the overwhelming, mountain-toppling pressure of Meng Shu's Spirit Douluo cultivation, he dared to be angry but dared not speak.

Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others were also deathly pale, lowering their heads in humiliation.

Only Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge of the group, watching coldly from the sidelines.

They had long since made up their minds to leave Shrek.

Seeing Shrek being humiliated like this, they felt no ripples in their hearts, finding it entirely inconsequential.

Zhao Wuji watched Tang San, who was forcefully enduring the humiliation, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A terrifying figure wielding a giant hammer flashed through his mind.

Tang San... he was the biological son of the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!

Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San's bandaged, severed finger, and his back was instantly soaked in cold sweat as a wave of intense lingering fear surged into his heart.

This is bad!

Tang San had his finger sliced off right under his nose, leaving him in this crippled state.

If that protective, god-of-slaughter Tang Hao found out about this, would he even have a good end?!

He would be lucky if he didn't lose his other hand!

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, braced himself, and stepped forward, lowering his posture as he said:

"Senior Dragon Duke!

This junior has a few extremely important words he would like to discuss with you in private. Might I ask if you could spare a moment to step aside?"

Meng Shu frowned and scoffed:

"You, a cripple with a broken arm, what could you possibly have to discuss with this old man?"

However, seeing that Zhao Wuji's expression was extremely grave, even carrying a hint of panic, Meng Shu snorted coldly:

"Fine. This old man would like to see what kind of tricks you can pull.

Come here!"

The two walked to a tree a dozen meters away.

Meng Shu impatiently tapped his cane against the ground:

"Speak your piece!

This old man doesn't have the time to waste on you!"

Zhao Wuji swallowed hard, lowered his voice, and spoke with a tone of deep apprehension:

"Senior, we can give up the Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent.

But that kid named Tang San, whom you just humiliated in every way...

Do you know who he is?"

"A crippled kid with a severed finger—who else could he be?"

Meng Shu's face was full of disdain.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and said, word by word:

"He is the biological son of the Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao!"

Meng Shu's pupils contracted sharply, a flash of shock crossing his eyes.

But it was only for an instant before he forcefully suppressed the shock.

"The son of the Clear Sky Douluo?"

Meng Shu snorted coldly, his expression quickly returning to indifference, even carrying a hint of mockery.

"And so what?"

"And so what?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, staring at Meng Shu as if he were looking at a madman, his voice dropping urgently:

"Senior, surely you aren't unaware of the methods of the Clear Sky Douluo?

That is a God of Slaughter who dared to hammer the Pope of Martial Soul Hall to death!

If he were to find out that you humiliated his son like this today.

Forget about this spirit beast; I fear your entire Peerless Dragon and Serpent family would meet a miserable end!"

"Shut your mouth!"

Meng Shu sneered repeatedly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"Zhao Wuji, stop trying to use Tang Hao to pressure this old man!"

Meng Shu tilted his head slightly, declaring proudly:

"I won't hide the truth from you: before my wife and I brought Yiran to the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for spirits, His Excellency Poison Douluo had already sought us out."