Shrek Academy's Teacher? Beat Him Up Anyway!

The good mood of heading home was completely shattered by this crude roar.

Li Hao turned around, feeling somewhat irritated.

At the entrance of the valley stood a man like a mountain.

He was extremely burly, his exposed arms knotted with muscles, brimming with explosive power.

He had a square face with flesh bulging at the cheeks.

Coupled with those copper-bell-sized eyes, he possessed an intimidating aura even without anger.

A tyrannical and overbearing presence rushed toward him.

The soul power fluctuation was at least level sixty.

He was a Soul Emperor.

Another big trouble.

Li Hao's social anxiety radar let out a shrill alarm once again.

He just wanted to go home; he didn't want to deal with any strangers, especially those who looked like they had a bad temper.

The burly man strode into the valley, glanced at the residual energy embers on the ground, and then swept his gaze over the aura not yet fully retracted from Li Hao's body, immediately flying into a rage.

"Kid, it's you! You dare to snatch the soul beast that I, the 'Immovable Bright King' Zhao Wuji, had my eyes on!"

Zhao Wuji?

This name made Li Hao pause.

The vice-dean of Shrek Academy? The muscular brute who beat Tang San and the others to a pulp in the original work?

Why was he here?

It was truly like a haunting spirit; he ran into characters from the original work everywhere he went.

Li Hao complained frantically in his heart, but his face remained expressionless; he didn't want to say a single word.

He just wanted to leave.

And so, he chose the most direct method.

He turned around, took a step, and prepared to leave this place of trouble.

To Zhao Wuji, this action was nothing but blatant disregard and provocation.

He, the dignified Immovable Bright King, a long-renowned Soul Emperor, was actually being ignored by a mere brat?

"Stop!"

Zhao Wuji roared, and a heavy pressure of soul power slammed toward Li Hao's back.

"Did I tell you that you could leave!"

Li Hao's footsteps were forced to a halt.

The pressure was strong, but to him, it was like a slightly stronger gust of wind. His current spiritual power was enough to ignore this level of pressure.

But he was annoyed.

Extremely annoyed.

Why did people always like to speak with such loud voices?

Why did people always like to force others to do things they didn't want to do?

He slowly turned around and looked at the furious Zhao Wuji.

Seeing him stop, Zhao Wuji thought his pressure had worked and a sinister grin appeared on his face.

"Kid, kneel down now and hand over what you got from this soul beast, and perhaps I might leave your corpse intact."

Li Hao still didn't speak.

He just felt that this world was too noisy.

His own Soul Beast Paradise was better—quiet and peaceful, with only his own people.

His silence completely ignited Zhao Wuji's fury.

"You're courting death!"

Zhao Wuji stopped talking nonsense, and his soul power erupted with a boom.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black.

Six soul rings rose instantly, two of which were ten-thousand-year black soul rings!

The might of a Soul Emperor was fully revealed.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

Accompanied by a roar, Zhao Wuji's body expanded rapidly, a layer of thick brown fur covered his entire body, his hands transformed into sharp claws, and his stature grew to a terrifying height.

Vajra Bear!

First soul skill, Immovable Bright King Body!

A layer of golden light enveloped his body, making his already formidable defense even more impenetrable.

Second Soul Skill, Vajra Palm!

Zhao Wuji took a step forward, causing the very ground to tremble.

His bear paw, larger than Li Hao's entire body, whistled through the air with a vicious gale as it slammed down toward Li Hao's head.

He had no intention of holding back with this strike.

He intended to smash this arrogant, ignorant brat into a pulp!

Watching the massive bear paw descending upon him, Li Hao's social anxiety was finally replaced by pure, unadulterated irritation.

He let out a soft sigh.

Why couldn't people just let a man go home in peace?

Since you refuse to be reasonable.

Then let's stop talking.

He did not dodge, nor did he summon any Soul Beast Girl.

Instead, the deep purple ring representing his third soul ring quietly lit up.

Dream Space.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any dazzling display of light.

An invisible ripple, imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly expanded from Li Hao as the center.

That massive bear paw, carrying the force of ten thousand jun, came to an abrupt halt less than half a meter above Li Hao's head.

Time seemed to have been pressed on a pause button.

Zhao Wuji's massive body remained frozen in mid-air, maintaining his attack posture, completely motionless.

The fierce and violent expression on his face solidified, and the luster in his copper-bell-sized eyes rapidly faded, turning hollow and vacant.

It worked.

Li Hao looked at the "sculpture" before him, his heart devoid of any ripples.

This was the power of his third soul skill.

In Zhao Wuji's world, he had returned to his youth, the day he was surrounded and hunted by several powerhouses from the Martial Soul Hall, barely escaping with his life.

Endless enemies and lethal killing intent plunged him into the deepest nightmare and a bitter struggle.

Yet in reality, he was nothing more than a living target standing frozen in place.

Li Hao bypassed the giant bear paw and strolled slowly in front of Zhao Wuji.

He looked up at this mountain of a man, finding him more displeasing the longer he stared.

It was this guy who disrupted his plan to go home.

It was this guy who shouted at him with such a loud voice.

It was this guy who forced him to use a new soul skill he had just obtained and hadn't even warmed up to yet.

A small surge of resentment rose from the bottom of his heart.

Li Hao raised the unremarkable Karma Rod in his hand.

Then, aiming at Zhao Wuji's massive bear head.

He tapped it down, neither too hard nor too soft.

Thud.

A muffled sound echoed.

"This strike is for being so loud."

He tapped him again.

Thud.

"This strike is for being so handsy."

He raised the fishing rod and tapped a third time.

Thud.

"This strike is so you'll remember to stop bothering people in the future."

After the three strikes, Li Hao felt the irritation in his heart finally subside.

He retracted the fishing rod and deactivated the Dream Space.

Almost at the same moment, the hollow look in Zhao Wuji's eyes regained its luster.

The strength in his body seemed to be drained in an instant; that heavy, powerful Vajra Palm limply completed its trajectory, slapping weakly against the ground.

With a boom, dust billowed into the air.

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

Zhao Wuji was drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air as he looked around, his heart still racing with lingering fear.

Where were the enemies from Martial Soul Hall?

Where were those damned Title Douluo?

Nothing.

There was nothing at all.

He was still in that same valley, and before him stood the youth holding a strange long staff.

The youth was watching him with a gaze so calm it bordered on indifference.

What was going on?

Was everything that just happened merely an illusion?

Zhao Wuji instinctively reached up to touch his head.

Then, he froze.

On his forehead, three evenly sized, neatly aligned bumps were throbbing with a clear, stinging pain.

It wasn't an illusion!

He had truly been attacked!

While he was trapped in that most terrifying memory, while he was completely unable to resist, someone had struck him on the head three times!

An indescribable chill shot straight from his tailbone to the top of his skull.

Zhao Wuji looked at the youth before him, whose aura was completely unremarkable, and a massive wave of fear instantly drowned out all his anger and arrogance.

What kind of technique was this?

Silent and traceless, it had plunged him, a level sixty-eight Spirit Emperor, into an inescapable illusion.

This level of strength...

Li Hao looked at the bear-like face of Zhao Wuji, which was plastered with terror, and knew he had achieved his goal.

To nip any future trouble in the bud, he decided to add a little more fuel to the fire.

Mimicking the demeanor of the reclusive experts in those storybooks, he spoke slowly in a detached and aloof tone.

"Little Bear, conduct yourself well."

The four words were light, yet they struck Zhao Wuji's heart like four heavy hammers.

Lit... Little Bear?

He actually dared to call him, Little Bear?

What utter contempt! What condescension!

Yet, Zhao Wuji couldn't summon even a shred of desire to resist.

Because the other party had the qualifications to do so.

Just as Zhao Wuji's mind was reeling, Li Hao's figure began to blur before him without any warning.

After a few flickers, he vanished completely into the dense forest of the valley, as if he had never appeared at all.

In the empty valley, only Zhao Wuji remained, standing blankly in place.

As the mountain wind blew, he felt a chill run through his entire body.

He tremblingly deactivated his Martial Soul Possession and touched the three humiliating bumps on his head once more; the sharp pain confirmed that all of this was real.

To be able to force him, a Spirit Emperor renowned for defense and strength, into a mental world without any power to resist, to the point where he didn't even know when he had been attacked...

Such god-like, unfathomable means...

Zhao Wuji's lips began to tremble as a guess that made even him shudder surged wildly into his mind.

"Could it be... a Title Douluo?"