Zhao Wuji Beats Tang San to a Pulp!

The pressure emitted merely by his true form made Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, standing some distance away, turn pale and retreat again and again.

Frightened out of her wits by that aura, Ning Rongrong waved her hands frantically, her voice trembling with a sob:

"Teacher Zhao, please calm down! This... this really has nothing to do with us! Tang San did it all by himself! We didn't do anything!"

She wished she could immediately put a hundred thousand miles between herself and Tang San.

Tang San was equally terrified, his scalp tingling!

Under the horrifying pressure of the Martial Soul True Body, he felt like a lone boat in a storm, ready to be torn to pieces at any moment.

His face was filled with the most sincere apology and panic, and even his voice shook:

"Teacher Zhao... I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to! It was an accident! Completely an accident! Please, listen to my explanation..."

"Explanation?! Explain my ass!"

Zhao Wuji, transformed into a giant bear, let out an earthshaking roar that sent leaves rustling down from the trees.

"To hell with your accident! Get down!"

"Fourth Soul Skill—Position Tracking!"

Enduring the waves of pain still shooting through his lower body, Zhao Wuji's fury for revenge made him abandon any thought of holding back!

His enormous bear paw slammed into the ground. The fourth purple soul ring on his body abruptly flew out, forming a precise purple halo that ignored all spatial distance and instantly encircled Tang San, who had been trying to evade him!

The instant the purple halo wrapped around him, Tang San felt as though invisible chains had bound him. A heavy sense of restraint descended upon him, slowing his body by several degrees.

"Roar—!"

Zhao Wuji's massive bear body erupted with a terrifying speed utterly disproportionate to its size!

His hind legs stomped down, blasting a deep crater into the hard ground as though it were tofu!

Borrowing the recoil, his mountain-sized body shot high into the air as if he had teleported, then plunged down with the destructive force of Mount Tai bearing down, striking with perfect accuracy at Tang San, marked by the purple halo!

That enormous shadow instantly blocked off every route of escape for Tang San!

Boom—!!!

A dull, heart-stopping crash rang out!

Dust surged into the sky like a mushroom cloud! A massive crater was smashed into the ground!

Zhao Wuji's colossal body, weighing more than ten thousand jin, landed squarely and completely on top of Tang San!

Poor Tang San only had time to let out a brief scream before he was embedded into the earth like a flattened frog!

What followed was a brutal, one-sided beating!

"I'll teach you to hit people!"

"I'll teach you to play dirty!"

"I'll teach you why flowers are so damn red!"

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Zhao Wuji straddled Tang San, his enormous bear paws striking left and right as he wildly pounded the tiny figure beneath him like a pile driver!

Every fist and palm carried the horrifying power of a Soul Sage, making the ground tremble as dust filled the air!

Tang San could not even resist, much less scream. He could only endure that tempestuous baptism of fury as his body convulsed under the repeated impacts of immense force.

The area around them fell deathly silent.

Xiao Wu covered her little mouth, her large eyes filled with fear and worry. Watching Tang San get beaten so badly made her heart ache, but after her lips moved a few times, she ultimately said nothing.

That punch Tang San had thrown earlier, the one meant to end a bloodline... was simply... too outrageous!

Even she felt guilty and had no way to plead for him.

Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had retreated far away, their faces pale.

Besides fear, Ning Rongrong's eyes held a trace of lingering relief. Thankfully, she had distanced herself from him quickly enough.

Zhu Zhuqing remained expressionless, but her slightly furrowed brows showed that her heart was not entirely unmoved.

Dai Mubai watched with his mouth twitching. Although he felt that Teacher Zhao's beating was a little...

Too brutal, once he thought of that earthshaking punch from earlier, he could only turn his head selectively and pretend he had seen nothing.

This beating Tang San was taking... seemed... not entirely undeserved?

The surrounding onlookers were even quieter, each one trembling like a cicada in winter.

Watching the figure repeatedly brutalized beneath the giant bear amid the swirling dust, listening to those dull impacts of fist against flesh, everyone felt a certain part of their own body ache faintly...

Tang San's consciousness gradually surfaced from the haze, his eyelids as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

He struggled to open his eyes, and it took quite a while for his blurred vision to focus.

Outside the window, the sky had already darkened. The fading glow of the setting sun streamed through the window, casting a dim yellow pool of light across the wooden floor.

He lay on a crude wooden bed. The bedding beneath him was rough, but fairly clean.

The room was not large, perhaps a dozen square meters. Besides the bed he lay on, there was another bed beside it, occupied by someone—Oscar.

At that moment, Oscar sat cross-legged on the bed, muttering mysteriously to himself. He held a sausage in one hand and gestured with it from time to time, as though studying a soul skill.

Excited light gleamed in his peach blossom eyes above his scruffy, bearded face. Clearly, he was immersed in his own world.

Tang San tried to move his body, only to sharply suck in a breath!

It felt as though every bone in his body had been taken apart and crudely reassembled. Every inch of muscle protested with tearing pain, especially his back, waist, and abdomen, where a burning agony seared through him like hot iron.

His throat was dry enough to smoke, and his voice came out hoarse as sandpaper scraping together. "Where... is this?"

That raspy voice startled Oscar so badly that the sausage in his hand nearly slipped free.

He whipped his head around. The moment he saw that Tang San had opened his eyes, he immediately grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth:

"Oh! Finally decided to wake up? I thought you were going to play chess with the Duke of Zhou until dawn!"

He sprang down from the bed and strolled to Tang San's bedside, looking down at his new roommate with undisguised curiosity and a hint of something strange in his eyes.

"Welcome to our doghouse. We'll be roommates from now on. I'm Oscar, a food-type Soul Master. My Martial Soul is—sausages."

Enduring the pain, Tang San barely nodded and was just about to speak—

Oscar suddenly jumped half a step back, crossing his arms protectively over his chest with a wary expression.

"Wait! Let's get something straight first! My orientation is perfectly normal, bro. I'm only interested in beautiful women! Don't you go getting any improper ideas!"

Tang San: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched violently. He nearly choked to death on his own breath.

What the hell was this nonsense?

He took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. He could not be bothered arguing with this sleazy fellow.

Was he supposed to say, "I ended up like this because some stupid system forced me to eat your sausage"?

"Where's Xiao Wu?" Tang San asked urgently, his voice still hoarse. "How is she?"

Oscar shrugged, sat carelessly back on his bed, and crossed one leg over the other.

"Relax. That little beauty you brought is doing just fine. She's rooming with Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. After a good night's sleep, she'll be lively as ever."