Cannons Laid Flat! A Bloody Battle Against Zhao Wuji

On the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest, in a place where soul beasts held sway.

A burly man with a rugged face was directing three youths as they hunted a thousand-year soul beast.

Each of the three youths had two yellow soul rings beneath their feet; though they appeared slightly disheveled while facing the thousand-year soul beast's counterattack, they were gradually gaining the upper hand.

However, what was most eye-catching was not the youths' martial souls or their soul skills.

It was the emblem of Shrek Academy embroidered on the chest of their uniforms.

Clatter, clatter...

Just as the three young soul masters were about to finish off the thousand-year soul beast, the sound of dense hoofbeats suddenly erupted from the forest behind them.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred cavalrymen and dozens of soul masters escorting a carriage emerged from the woods and entered the youths' field of vision.

In those few seconds of distraction, the near-death thousand-year soul beast seized the opportunity, dashed a hundred meters in an instant, and vanished into the depths of the dense forest.

The newcomers were Su Changge and his party, who were entering the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for their second soul ring.

The lead cavalry commander swept his gaze over the three young soul masters, lingered for a moment on the rugged-faced man, then flicked his reins and continued forward.

But before he had traveled even a few meters, the rugged man crossed his arms and blocked the path ahead.

"Heh... you lot. You appear out of nowhere, scare off the thousand-year soul beast my disciples spent half a month tracking, and now you want to leave without even a word of greeting? Isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

Hearing this, Su Changge stepped down from his carriage.

But the moment he saw the rugged man's face, he froze in place for a brief second.

The current vice-dean of Shrek Academy! The Soul Saint... "Immovable Wisdom King" Zhao Wuji.

He called him arrogant?

The truly arrogant one was Zhao Wuji himself!

Who in their right mind would dare block a procession of this size?

Only a reckless, notorious madman like Zhao Wuji would ever do such a thing!

To one side, the dozens of soul masters recruited by Su Changge, whether to show off their strength before their employer or out of irritation at Zhao Wuji's dismissive attitude, released their soul rings almost simultaneously.

Yellow and purple soul rings rippled outward, and a majestic wave of soul power swept across the area!

Seeing this, the expressions of the three Shrek Academy students shifted abruptly.

Zhao Wuji, however, merely glanced at them and let out a disdainful laugh.

"I never expected to run into the vice-dean of Shrek Academy in such a desolate place—the very 'Immovable Wisdom King' who, years ago, managed to escape the combined efforts of sixteen Spirit Hall Soul Emperors while only a Soul Emperor himself!"

"He is the 'Immovable Wisdom King' Zhao Wuji!?"

"I didn't think we'd run into such a ruthless character on this trip!"

Among the soul hunters recruited by Su Changge, some clearly recognized the name "Immovable Wisdom King," and whispers broke out instantly.

However, while the name "Immovable Wisdom King" was illustrious, it did not manage to intimidate the group of soul hunters.

The "Immovable Wisdom King" might be strong, but he couldn't overcome the sheer number of people on their side.

Seeing Su Changge identify him so easily, Zhao Wuji's expression shifted.

He didn't recognize this young noble at all.

"I wonder... what kind of explanation does the 'Immovable Wisdom King' want for blocking our path?"

Su Changge stared fixedly at Zhao Wuji, his mind rapidly calculating the man's current strength.

Years had passed since Zhao Wuji's conflict with Spirit Hall; by now, he should have stepped into the Soul Saint realm.

Though he felt a great deal of wariness toward Zhao Wuji, if it truly came to a fight, Su Changge wasn't actually afraid of him.

Suppression by dozens of soul masters!

Plus two hundred matchlock muskets and ten Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannon V2.0s!

Even if it were just a war of attrition, it would be enough to suppress or even severely wound Zhao Wuji.

Moreover, when dealing with a notorious madman like Zhao Wuji, showing any sign of weakness would only embolden him!

Should I take the risk? Try to take him out right here!?

If I kill Zhao Wuji now, it would be like cutting off one of Yu Xiaogang and the protagonist group's arms ahead of time.

Su Changge felt a burning excitement at the thought, his eyes narrowing as he radiated a dangerous aura.

Zhao Wuji clearly hadn't noticed the change in Su Changge—or rather, even if he had, having gone head-to-head with Spirit Hall, he would never have looked twice at a small fry like Su Changge.

In this world, in terms of power and background, who could possibly be stronger than Spirit Hall?

"Judging by your travel entourage, you must have some background. A young noble like you should have plenty of money, right?"

"How about this: you obediently hand over one hundred thousand gold soul coins as compensation, and then personally kowtow three times to each of my three students. Then, we can call this matter settled."

"How about it? Your Grandpa Zhao Wuji is being quite generous, don't you think?"

Zhao Wuji unhooked the wine gourd from his waist, took several hearty gulps, and laughed with unbridled arrogance.

Swish.

Without needing any command, hundreds of matchlock muskets aimed in unison at Zhao Wuji's head.

The remaining Musket Cavalry dismounted, pushing the ten Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannon V2.0s forward and leveling them.

To increase the rate of fire, penetration, and armor-piercing effects at close range, the Foundry had failed countless times, but the upgraded Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannons were now capable of firing while leveled...

Scanning those pitch-black muzzles, especially the ten strange iron tubes he had never seen before, Zhao Wuji felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

His nerves tightened instantly, and he prepared himself for battle at any moment.

Though he was arrogant, he was no fool.

In the past, it was precisely this near-instinctive perception of danger that had allowed him to escape the encirclement and suppression of Spirit Hall time and time again.

"So, there's nothing to talk about then?"

Su Changge lifted his eyelids slightly, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Then, he dropped his right hand and swung it down heavily!

In an instant, dozens of Spirit Masters simultaneously unleashed their attacks, with both assault-type and control-type Spirit Masters bombarding Zhao Wuji.

Meanwhile, those hundreds of matchlock muskets shifted their aim in 0.1 seconds, targeting the three students of Shrek Academy... Rat-tat-tat, the dense sound of gunfire rang out, instantly turning those three elite students of Shrek Academy into sieves.

"You animals!!! How dare you kill the students of my Shrek Academy... You are courting death."

Seeing his students die, Zhao Wuji was thoroughly enraged.

His Avatar of the Spirit manifested, and terrifying spirit power transformed into a massive hand, blocking the spirit skills of the dozens of Spirit Masters.

But... before he could even catch his breath, the ten leveled Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannon V2.0s roared, and ten custom-made Spiral Shells tore through Zhao Wuji's spirit power defense amidst an angry boom, directly shattering his Avatar of the Spirit.

"Keep firing, don't stop! Shoot this bastard to death for me!"

Seeing that Zhao Wuji's Avatar of the Spirit had been broken, yet the man himself hadn't even coughed up a drop of blood, Su Changge felt slightly dissatisfied.

This Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannon still needed further iteration and upgrades!

Boom! Boom!

The barrels of the Divine Fire Thunderbolt Cannon V2.0 roared with a dull thud once more.

Facing the powerful Spiral Shells, the hundreds of matchlock muskets, and the dozens of spirit skills unleashed by the low-to-mid-tier Spirit Masters, Zhao Wuji took a deep breath and turned to flee.

He had no choice but to run!

His Avatar of the Spirit was strong, yes, but every time he released it, his attributes and combat power would be slashed by 50% for seven days.

If he kept dragging this out, he might really end up buried here.

"Damn brat... no sense of martial honor, I hadn't even used my ultimate move with my Avatar of the Spirit yet!!!"

"I, Zhao Wuji, will definitely kill you, kill you!!!"