You, Tang San's Uncle, Are Going to Perform an Eunuch-Making Surgery on Yu Xiaogang...

"It's only a Soul Emperor. I, Old Zhao, can kill him by myself."

Zhao Wuji patted his chest, a vicious glint appearing in his eyes.

He was none other than the Immovable Wisdom King. He had once escaped the encirclement of sixteen red-robed cardinals above the Soul Emperor level while being hunted by the Spirit Hall. He naturally did not take a single Soul Emperor seriously.

"Flender, Zhao Wuji, you absolutely cannot underestimate this Tang Wulin. His strength is extraordinary. If you want to kill him without being detected, it would be best for both of you to attack together."

Yu Xiaogang's expression was solemn, but his eyes now revealed an intense killing intent.

His hatred for Tang Wulin was no ordinary hatred. He hated him to the bone.

Back then, he had kindly wanted to accept Tang San as his disciple, but Tang San had looked down on him under Tang Wulin's influence.

Tang Wulin had even humiliated him to the extreme, hanging him at the entrance of Notting Academy. He had been left hanging for an entire day and night while unconscious. Even now, whenever he thought of that humiliation, he felt like dying.

Tang Wulin had already incurred a death sentence!

Since Tang Wulin had offended him, and Flender and Zhao Wuji had come together, they absolutely could not let him leave Notting Academy alive.

He had to die!

"That works. Then let's kill him!"

"After killing him, take that Tang San and Xiao Wu away as quickly as possible."

Tang San and Xiao Wu wouldn't come along?

Ha, he and Zhao Wuji were two powerful Soul Saints. Could two Soul Saints really fail to take away two little Soul Masters who had only recently awakened their Martial Souls?

What a joke. They couldn't seriously think that a single Soul Emperor could stop two powerful Soul Saints, could they?

"It really feels like a storm is coming!"

In a room on the other side of Notting Academy, Tang Wulin looked at the gloomy sky and the pouring rain.

His handsome features gradually turned cold, and a wisp of pure killing intent leaked from him.

"Teacher, did something happen?"

"Teacher Wulin, Xiao San is right. Did something happen?"

Tang San and Xiao Wu sensed the killing intent radiating from Tang Wulin and immediately sobered up. Because of the rain, the two had not returned to Dorm Seven and had instead stayed here.

Feeling the killing intent radiating from Tang Wulin, they were both astonished. In their eyes, Tang Wulin had always been an extremely mild-tempered person.

Aside from sparring, when he would reveal a cold and proud expression, he was usually very gentle.

But at this moment, the killing intent emanating from Tang Wulin was incomparably pure.

Someone had actually managed to anger their teacher. Even Tang San couldn't help feeling secretly shocked and puzzled.

"Two suicidal Soul Saints want to come kill me. They're not worth mentioning. Keep cultivating. I'll go deal with them."

Zhao Wuji and Flender might be considered strong among Soul Saints, but fighting him was like an ape trying to break through a Two-Dimensional Foil with a clod of dirt.

The gap between them was simply more than a little.

"What? Someone actually wants to kill Teacher!"

"Damn them! They've already incurred a death sentence!"

Tang San instantly grew furious. His eyes reddened, his breathing became as heavy as a bull's, and his face twisted into an extremely savage expression.

Someone had actually dared to attack his teacher, and even wanted to kill him.

Damn it! Damn it all!

They had truly incurred a death sentence!!!

Xiao Wu's expression was also extremely ugly. She was no longer the Jade Rabbit. Her features twisted, killing intent boiling in her heart as she seemed to transform directly into a tigress.

Tang Wulin was the only ray of light she had found after coming to the human world. The stir in her bloodline had caused her to regard Tang Wulin as her own child.

She was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Even after transforming, she was not to be trifled with!

"Teacher, who is it? I'll kill him!"

Tang San roared furiously, the killing intent in his heart boiling to its peak.

"That's right! Whoever dares to attack Teacher Wulin must die."

"Any living creature will feel pain or fear when attacked, or reveal a flaw. But humans who harbor killing intent toward Teacher Wulin will not feel any of those things."

A Moon Blade condensed in Xiao Wu's hand. Driven by Soul Power, it spun rapidly like a chainsaw.

The frantically rotating Moon Blade became more than a level sharper.

Even Tang Wulin had no doubt that this thing could easily dismember a person.

"Xiao San, how many enemies do you think your teacher has in Notting Academy?"

"I know you want to avenge your teacher, but there's no rush. After I deal with those two Soul Saints, we'll have a chat with this Grandmaster."

Yu Xiaogang. So it was him!

A vicious glint flashed through Tang San's eyes, and killing intent boiled in his heart. Did he really think that having the Pope with a fetish for ugly men backing him allowed him to act so recklessly?

Killing him now would be somewhat troublesome, but he absolutely could not be lightly forgiven for attacking his teacher.

Killing a person was not the greatest humiliation. Tang San had already decided to repay Yu Xiaogang with the cruelest humiliation possible for a man.

He, Tang San, was going to castrate Yu Xiaogang...

"Teacher, you go deal with those two Soul Saints. I'll go find Yu Xiaogang."

Tang San gave a cold laugh and spoke with a trace of sinister chill in his eyes. Before Tang Wulin could say anything, he turned and left.

"Xiao Wu, go with him."

Tang Wulin patted Xiao Wu's head and gave her an instruction.

Xiao Wu had no objections and immediately followed behind Tang San.

Anyone who dared to attack her Wulin had to pay the price.

Not long after Tang San and Xiao Wu left, Tang Wulin walked out of the room and arrived at an open area.

The rain continued to beat down, turning the ground into a muddy mess. Yet at this moment, not a single trace of rain had touched Tang Wulin.

Under Tang Wulin's gaze, two figures appeared silently. Both carried dense killing intent, clearly having made up their minds to deal with him here.

"One is level seventy-five, and the other is level seventy-one. Two Soul Saints are attacking me together?"

"Two Soul Saints attacking together. It seems Yu Xiaogang is quite confident."

Looking at Flender and Zhao Wuji, who made no attempt to conceal their killing intent, a cold and proud expression appeared on Tang Wulin's handsome face. His voice was cold and carried a trace of killing intent, and the way he looked at the two of them was as though he were looking at dead men.

"Blame yourself for accepting disciples you shouldn't have. A Soul Emperor isn't qualified to teach a heaven-gifted genius with Twin Martial Souls."

"After you die, my Shrek Academy will naturally teach these two geniuses."

Flender snorted coldly, and seven Soul Rings appeared beneath him in succession.

The pressure of a Soul Saint swept directly toward Tang Wulin, but the scene Flender had expected—Tang Wulin being suppressed—did not appear.

Seeing this, Flender's expression immediately changed, and his heart grew more solemn. Tang Wulin had not been intimidated by his pressure. It seemed as though it had not affected him in the slightest.

This kid was no simple character. Flender realized it in an instant, then looked directly at Zhao Wuji and shouted,

"This kid has some ability. Zhao Wuji, attack together!"

"Four-Eyed Owl, possession!"

"Vajra Bear, possession!"