The moon was dark, and the wind howled.
In the small woods behind Shrek Academy, everything was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.
Yet beneath that silence lurked two completely different auras.
One was fear, coming from Zhao Wuji.
The Unmoving Bright King, who had been so arrogant during the day, now stood frozen in place like an elementary school student who had done something wrong. An invisible, terrifying killing intent had locked onto him, cold sweat soaking his back.
The other was fervor, coming from the bushes.
Wang Dong clutched Huo Yuhao's arm tightly, her nails nearly digging into his flesh. Her pink-blue eyes gleamed frighteningly in the darkness.
"He's out... He really came out..." Wang Dong whispered, her voice trembling. "The man who smashed the Papal Palace to pieces!"
With a helpless sigh, Huo Yuhao activated Simulation, blending their figures into the surrounding environment. At the same time, he covered Wang Dong's mouth. "Shh! Don't make a sound! Tang Hao might not kill us if he catches us spying, but he'll definitely throw you out of Shrek."
In the clearing.
A tall figure draped in a tattered black cloak appeared like a ghost. He released neither Martial Soul nor Soul Rings, yet merely standing there seemed to freeze the air around him.
"Zhao Wuji."
Tang Hao's voice was low and hoarse, carrying unquestionable authority. "During the day, you didn't need to use your Martial Soul Avatar to deal with those children. But you did."
"As a teacher, do you find it satisfying to bully students?"
Zhao Wuji swallowed and forced himself to answer, "Who are you, sir? This is an internal matter of Shrek Academy..."
"Who am I?"
Tang Hao snorted coldly.
Without another word, he slowly raised his right hand.
Buzz—
An enormous