"Damn it, he's so difficult to deal with."
Zhao Wuji suddenly felt an ominous premonition.
Gu Linyuan's method is range attack, which can completely restrain Martial Soul's bulky Soul Master.
Vajra Bear's Martial Soul was running wildly inside his body, and the dark golden Soul Power covered his whole body, forming a thick layer of armor.
His defense had been pushed to the extreme, and seven Soul Rings were rapidly spinning around him, two yellow, two purple, and three black, and the light was intertwined.
Gu Linyuan has no answer.
He raised his left hand again, and the shadow of Ancient Tree of Life swayed slightly behind him.
First Soul Ring lights up again.
"First Soul Skill, Dance of Fragrant Bloom."
Golden petals fall from the canopy of Ancient Tree of Life.
Those are the petals of Aromatic Silk Beauty, each one is as thin as a cicada's wing, and the edge is as sharp as a knife.
They are intertwined with those rotating Chrysanthemum Gears, one with hidden murderous intentions, one with sharp edges, the two petals flying, circling, and cutting in mid-air, forming an airtight web of death.
Zhao Wuji is trapped in the network.
Those petals and gears are coming from all directions, endless and endless.
He used his arms to protect his head and face, and Soul Power to protect his whole body, relying on his rough skin and thick flesh to resist.
One wound, two wounds, ten wounds, a hundred wounds.
Each cut is not deep, it just scratches the surface and oozes a little blood.
But he couldn't hold it for much longer. After a stick of incense, his clothes had been cut full of holes, and the strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, revealing the skin underneath that was covered with small wounds. The wounds were not big, but they were very dense, densely covering his arms, shoulders, chest, back, and thighs.
He was like a man who had been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts. Each cut was not fatal, but each cut was bleeding.
Blood seeped out from the wound, dripping down his skin and forming a small puddle at his feet.
His Soul Power is passing away, his physical strength is declining, and his breathing has become rapid and disordered.
Another stick of incense passed by.
Cracks began to appear in his defenses.
Those Chrysanthemum Gears finally cut a deep wound on his arm, and blood poured out of the wound and dripped down his arm.
Then the second, third, and tenth paths.
The wound continued to expand, from the epidermis to the dermis, and from the dermis to the muscles. He couldn't help it anymore.
"Ah--!"
A scream came from Zhao Wuji's mouth.
This Immovable Wisdom King finally couldn't help but let out a scream.
Those petals and gears are not ordinary cuts, they absorb his God of Life power while cutting.
Every drop of blood he sheds, every time he gets a cut, a trace of God of Life power will escape from the wound, be absorbed by those petals, and float back into Gu Linyuan's body.
This is the hidden murderous intention of Gu Linyuan and Soul Skill.
The more he fights, the weaker he becomes, and the more Gu Linyuan fights, the stronger he becomes.
"How could this happen? I am obviously Soul Saint..."
Zhao Wuji knelt on one knee, his arms hanging by his sides, blood dripping from his fingertips, and dark red flowers bloomed in the soil under his feet.
He looked at Gu Linyuan, whose angular face looked particularly young in the morning light.
Level 38 Soul Elder beat level 76 Soul Saint until he was unable to fight back.
He had never seen or heard of such a person.
All he knew was that he and Shrek Academy had provoked someone they shouldn't have provoked.
Gu Linyuan walked up to Zhao Wuji, put away Ancient Tree of Life Martial Soul, and squatted down in front of Zhao Wuji.
"Zhao Wuji..."
He looked at Zhao Wuji's blood-stained face and bloodshot eyes.
Zhao Wuji's pupils reflected his face, that young, calm face with a hint of a smile.
Gu Linyuan leaned forward slightly and came close to Zhao Wuji's ear.
"Zhao Wuji, I'll make it clear to you."
Zhao Wuji's body stiffened suddenly. His eyes widened, and his cloudy old eyes were full of disbelief.
Gu Linyuan's voice sounded softly in his ears.
"God..."
Zhao Wuji's blood-red eyes widened.
He looked at Gu Linyuan's angular face, looked at the patch of Emerald Leaf Mark between his eyebrows, and felt the indescribable, unearthly transcendent temperament in him.
He suddenly understood everything.
Why is his Martial Soul so strong, why is his Soul Ring Configuration so luxurious, why can he have a domain, and why can level 35 defeat level 72?
It's not talent, it's not hard work, it's not luck. It's blood.
It is God Clan Bloodline from the Divine Realm that flows in his blood.
"It turns out that we are going against God..."
Zhao Wuji's voice was very soft. There was no fear or anger in his eyes, only a deep relief that was engraved into his bones.
It's not that he is too weak, it's that his opponent is too strong.
He had no chance of winning from the beginning. Who can defeat God?
Even if he defeats Gu Linyuan, he can't kill him.
With his identity as Gu Linyuan, there will definitely be protectors around him.
"Thank you."
"At least I didn't die with regret and unwillingness..."
Zhao Wuji finished speaking and closed his eyes.
The God of Life power in his body has long been sucked dry.
"Why bother."
Gu Linyuan shook his head slightly, grabbed Zhao Wuji's body and threw it into the storage ring.
Shrek Academy. Dean's Office.
The air in the room seemed to be frozen, so heavy that it made people breathless.
Zhao Wuji lies on the wooden platform.
The wounds on his body had been cleaned, and the dense, spiderweb-like tiny scars were still clearly visible in the pale light.
His face was gray, his lips were blue, his eyes were closed, and his expression was calm.
Flender knelt in front of the wooden platform. His knees hit the ground heavily, making a dull sound, like two rocks hitting each other.
"Old Zhao."
"Why are you walking ahead of me?"
"Didn't I tell you not to seek revenge from Long Yuan privately?"
Flender stretched out his hand, and his skinny fingers fell on the back of Zhao Wuji's hand.
Flender closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
His nose was sore and his eyes were swollen, but he did not let the tears fall.
He is the dean of the Shrek Academy and the pillar of support for these children. If he cries, what will these children do?
Flender never imagined that Shrek Academy, who was once full of vitality, would suddenly become like this. Each of the children seemed to have lost their souls. Zhu Qing also left Shrek. Now Zhao Wuji has turned into a corpse and will never wake up again.
Yu Xiaogang stood aside. He was wearing a white washed gray robe, his hair was a little messy, and his face was pale and haggard. His hands were behind his back, and his fingers were tightly clenched together, and his knuckles were white.
"The fortune is already shifting..."
"And the speed of transfer is far beyond my imagination."
Yu Xiaogang murmured in a low voice.
Looking at the body of Zhao Wuji, he had a creepy premonition. That is, Zhao Wuji was the first, but maybe not the last.
He turned his head and looked at everyone in the room, feeling increasingly panicked.