Dai Mubai opened the door.
"I want to see his corpse with my own eyes."
"If it really is him, I'll take his head to Fatty's grave."
Oscar hurried after him.
"The corpse should still be in the north of the city."
"Let's check the city wall first, then find Teacher Zhao."
The group quickly left the inn.
They crossed several streets and arrived near the North City Gate.
A large number of Soul Masters had already gathered beneath the city wall.
The Shrek Academy group squeezed into the crowd.
Dai Mubai raised his head and looked at the head hanging from the city wall.
The joy on his face instantly froze.
Oscar stopped where he was.
"How could this be..."
Xiao Wu followed their gazes, and her face turned pale as well.
The person hanging from the city wall was none other than—
That face belonged to Zhao Wuji.
Blood had already streamed down the city wall.
Zhao Wuji's eyes had yet to close.
The terror on his face was plain to see.
"Teacher Zhao!"
Dai Mubai rushed toward the city wall.
The guards immediately stopped him.
"No one is allowed near!"
Oscar stood amid the crowd, his legs going weak.
"Impossible."
"Teacher Zhao is a Soul Sage."
"After using his Martial Soul Avatar, not even a Soul Douluo would necessarily be able to kill him."
"How could that man possibly do it?"
Tang San looked up at Zhao Wuji's head.
His fingers slowly clenched.
First Ma Hongjun.
Now Zhao Wuji.
Shrek Academy had lost two people in succession.
And all of it was connected to that White-Clothed Swordsman.
Tang San remembered that name.
"This man has earned himself a death sentence."
Xiao Wu turned to look at him.
"Third Brother, even Teacher Zhao wasn't his match."
Tang San