Zhao Wuji retreated step by step, each one leaving a deep crater in the ground.
An overwhelming wave of terror surged through him.
He realized that he, a level-seventy-six Soul Saint who had been famous for years,
was actually no match for the boy before him!
Feeling the terrifying pressure of a Soul Emperor, Zhao Wuji's every hair stood on end.
The excruciating pain in his right arm stabbed at his nerves like countless needles.
He gritted his teeth and met Lin Yuan's placid gaze. His composure crumbled.
He couldn't win!
There was simply no way he could win!
The teenage boy before him was practically a primordial Ferocious Beast wearing human skin.
Zhao Wuji glanced at Xiao Wu, sprawled on the grass, and panic flickered in his eyes.
As long as the green hills remained, there would be no shortage of firewood!
He steeled himself. He couldn't care less about the Shrek students or his dignity as a teacher.
Zhao Wuji spun around and forced the last of his Soul Power into his legs.
Like a rabid stray dog, he sprinted desperately into the depths of the forest, hoping to escape Lin Yuan with his life.
"Trying to run?"
Lin Yuan let out a scornful laugh. This old bear was certainly a bully who preyed on the weak.
But since he'd dared to ambush Lin Yuan, he shouldn't expect to leave alive.
Lin Yuan pushed off lightly, vanishing from the spot like a phantom.
He moved so fast he didn't even stir the air.
Zhao Wuji had barely run a dozen steps before he began congratulating himself on escaping.
Suddenly, a terrifying aura of death descended upon him from behind, crushing down like a mountain.
Zhao Wuji's face blanched. He was turning to swing his left fist in defense—