Teacher Zhao, Pray for Your Own Safety

After all, Teacher Zhao had said that as long as they held out under him for the time it took to burn an incense stick, they would pass the assessment.

With Ning Rongrong's support, they could feel their strength genuinely increase.

The time it took to burn an incense stick would not be difficult!

Tang San stomped on the ground, and a Blue Silver Grass appeared in his palm.

"First Soul Skill, Entanglement!"

Blue Silver Grass rapidly grew beneath Tang San's feet and shot toward Zhao Wuji, who stood with his arms crossed. In just a few seconds, it had completely bound Zhao Wuji.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing arrived at the same time.

"First Soul Skill, Hell Stab!"

Zhu Zhuqing's first Soul Ring lit up beneath her feet. Her body turned into an afterimage as she frantically attacked Zhao Wuji from every direction.

"Second Soul Skill, Hell Hundred Claws!"

A constant stream of clanging sounds rang out, but Zhao Wuji stood there as though nothing had happened. He even wore an expression of enjoyment, as if someone were scratching an itch for him.

Xiao Wu, who was punching and kicking him, realized that Zhu Zhuqing's attacks had no effect whatsoever.

"First Soul Skill, Waist Bow!"

Her legs clamped around Zhao Wuji's neck, and her body bent backward.

Yet no matter how much force she exerted, Zhao Wuji was like a nail driven into the ground, completely unmoving!

"That's it?" Zhao Wuji sneered. "That's not even enough to scratch an itch!"

"Get lost!"

"Not good!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's aura surge, Tang San controlled the Blue Silver Grass to swiftly wrap around Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, pulling them both back.

Though he had acted quickly enough, they were still injured by Zhao Wuji's aura.

The gap in strength between them