Zhao Wuji

"Alright, Teacher Zhao." Dai Mubai gave a slight bow, then stepped back.

Originally, he had been in charge of the fourth test, fighting these people himself.

Against Tang San, he could not win.

Against Xiao Wu, Tang San would tear him to pieces.

Against Zhu Zhuqing, he had at least some chance of winning. After all, his strength was currently about equal to hers; he was only a two-ring Soul Grandmaster as well.

Against Ning Rongrong, victory would naturally come easily.

But she had two Titled Douluo behind her, along with the terrifying influence of the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If he truly injured her, the consequences would be troublesome.

The Dai Family of the Star Luo Empire would not necessarily confront the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for his sake.

As for that boy followed by a woman in black robes and a black conical hat, he was nowhere near a match for him.

Moreover, that guy was incredibly strong. Even Tang San at full strength and in an explosive state might not necessarily be his opponent.

Now that Teacher Zhao had taken this troublesome matter onto himself, it saved Dai Mubai quite a bit of effort.

"Brats, are you ready?"

Zhao Wuji rose to his feet. With his burly frame and that savage grin on his face, he looked as though he wanted to kidnap someone.

Tang San understood that his father was probably watching nearby. As long as Zhao Wuji dared to injure him, Zhao Wuji would have a hard time that night.

Besides, he was not someone utterly incapable of fighting back.

"Brats, I'll give you the time it takes for one incense stick to burn to discuss your tactics."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji took out an incense stick and lit it. With