At the same time.
Inside a dark room in the courtyard temporarily rented by Shrek Academy.
The air was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Flender and Yu Xiaogang stood to one side, scarcely daring to breathe.
Zhao Wuji's burly body was trembling slightly, his forehead covered in beads of sweat.
Standing before him was a man.
A tall man with a weathered face and a beard covering his cheeks.
He merely stood there casually, without a trace of Soul Power emanating from him, yet he gave off an immovable pressure like a towering mountain.
The room's only table had already been reduced to dust, smashed apart by Flender earlier.
Yet the ground beneath the man's feet was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
He had done nothing. Simply standing there, the invisible aura radiating from him was enough to make the earth tremble.
Tang Hao.
He had come.
He slowly raised his head. There was no joy or anger in his deep eyes as he calmly looked at Zhao Wuji.
Then he spoke.
His voice was hoarse and low, as though he had not spoken in a long time.
"I heard."
"Someone hurt my son."
The simple sentence made Zhao Wuji shudder all over, cold sweat instantly soaking his back.
With a thud, he dropped straight to his knees.
"Your Majesty Haotian, please calm your anger!"
Zhao Wuji's voice trembled as his burly body prostrated itself on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
Flender and Yu Xiaogang even softened their breathing, afraid of drawing this fiend's attention.
Tang Hao's gaze shifted away from Zhao Wuji, seeming to pierce through the walls as he looked toward some unknown place in the distance.
"The one who hurt him was not just you."
His voice remained low and emotionless, but