Zhao Wuji's Misfortune: Caught in the Crossfire and Put Through Hell

"Making baseless accusations against others—is this how Spirit Hall operates? What a Spirit Hall!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted heavily. Raising his right hand, he wanted to use his sleeve arrows to kill Demon Bear Douluo.

Noticing Tang San acting like such a clown, Flender's expression changed. He hurriedly stepped in front of him and said with an awkward smile:

"Yu Xiaogang is no longer in the academy. He often sneaks out at night to nearby villages to devour the flesh and blood of living people."

If Tang San really attacked Demon Bear Douluo, never mind whether he could even scratch the man's skin—the worst possibility was enraging this powerful expert.

Flender could not see through Demon Bear Douluo's strength at all, which meant he was far from being a match for him. If Demon Bear Douluo killed Tang San in a fit of rage,

Tang Hao would come looking to settle the score with him.

Although Tang Hao had fallen to the seventies in level, he still possessed the foundation of a Titled Douluo. Flender had no desire to become his enemy.

So, he could only sell Yu Xiaogang out.

He could only hope that Yu Xiaogang would not be captured by Spirit Hall.

For some reason, Flender felt that the bond between him and Yu Xiaogang could never return to what it had once been.

Perhaps a rift had formed between them the moment Yu Xiaogang pushed Liu Erlong toward Yu Luomian.

Although Flender was a simp, a person's patience was ultimately limited. No one could endlessly tolerate someone who kept making mistakes.

"Teacher went out to devour the flesh and blood of living people?"

Tang San froze, finding it difficult to believe for a moment.

It was not that he despised such behavior. In truth, he himself was not much better, but it simply felt unfamiliar.

In his eyes, Yu Xiaogang might not have had much strength, but he had always been the image of a wise man.

Though the other man had seemed like a completely different person lately, Tang San had never expected Yu Xiaogang to go out and devour the flesh and blood of living people.

Wasn't that no different from the disciples of those demonic sects in the martial world of his previous life?

Though in his previous life, quite a few people had regarded the Tang Sect as an evil sect as well...

"Is that true? You haven't hidden Yu Xiaogang away?!"

Demon Bear Douluo studied the expressions on the faces of everyone from Shrek Academy, half believing and half doubting.

"Elder, Shrek Academy is harboring a fugitive. Years ago, he injured one of Spirit Hall's bishops. I never expected him to be hiding here."

At that moment, a red-robed bishop transmitted his voice in a thin line.

"Oh? Which person?"

Demon Bear Douluo transmitted his voice without changing expression.

The red-robed bishop said, "It's that burly man beside Flender—Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King. He looks somewhat more weathered, but his overall appearance has not changed much. I can't be mistaken."

A vicious glint flashed through Demon Bear Douluo's eyes. He said coldly, "Who is Zhao Wuji? Step forward!"

Everyone from Shrek Academy shuddered, and all their gazes drifted toward the silent Zhao Wuji.

"It's me. Spirit Hall, what do you want?!"

Zhao Wuji met Demon Bear Douluo's gaze without the slightest fear in his eyes.

"You criminal, you were lucky enough to escape back then. Let's see where you can run now. Take him away!"

Demon Bear Douluo waved a large hand and gave the order.

Three or four red-robed bishops stepped forward and surrounded Zhao Wuji.

"Hmph, what an overbearing Spirit Hall. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned bloodshot. He instantly activated his Martial Soul Avatar, seven Soul Rings rising beneath his feet as he charged at the red-robed bishops.

"A mere fugitive dares act so presumptuously before me!"

Demon Bear Douluo entered Martial Soul Possession, nine Soul Rings rising beneath his feet. He met Zhao Wuji head-on and knocked him to the ground with a single palm strike.

"Old Zhao!" Flender hurriedly helped Zhao Wuji up, his face grave as he looked at Demon Bear Douluo.

He did not understand.

This was truly terrible luck.

They had merely come to arrest Yu Xiaogang. Why would Spirit Hall dispatch a Titled Douluo?

He had originally planned to join forces with Zhao Wuji to try to drive off these Spirit Hall people, then leave this small village and find another place to hide.

He had never imagined that a Titled Douluo would be the one who came.

And Tang Hao happened to be nowhere in sight at a time like this.

They simply had no strength to resist Spirit Hall's oppression.

It was as if Heaven wanted to destroy Shrek Academy.

Zhao Wuji sighed. "Flender, hand me over to these Spirit Hall people. Don't let yourself get dragged down because of me."

Flender's eyes widened in fury. "Old Zhao, what nonsense are you talking about? Do I, Flender, look like the kind of man who would sell out his brother?!"

"Hmph, what are you babbling about? Arrest Zhao Wuji!"

Demon Bear Douluo waved his hand, signaling the red-robed bishops to step forward.

With a Spirit Hall elder backing them, the red-robed bishops naturally had nothing to fear. They stepped forward, intending to pry Flender's hands apart.

"Get lost! Let's see who dares touch Old Zhao!"

Flender entered Martial Soul Possession and shot into the sky while holding Zhao Wuji.

The other Shrek teachers also released their Martial Souls one after another, clearly prepared to fight at any moment.

"Everyone."

Zhao Wuji's eyes reddened slightly, his heart overflowing with emotion.

"Hmph!" Demon Bear Douluo's aura spread outward as he said in a deep voice, "I came under the orders of the Grand Worshiper to arrest Yu Xiaogang. Zhao Wuji is merely an unexpected gain."

"But if you dare obstruct me in carrying out my duties, I do not mind taking all of you down as well."

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Neither side made the first move.

Zhao Wuji sighed. "Flender, put me down."

"But..." Flender hesitated.

"No buts!"

Zhao Wuji said, "If I go with them, I'll probably just be thrown into prison. I can still live. If you resist like this, are you trying to get everyone killed?"

"Ah..." Flender's face was full of helplessness, and he felt his own incompetence more deeply than ever.

He put Zhao Wuji down.

Several red-robed bishops immediately stepped forward and restrained Zhao Wuji.

Demon Bear Douluo waved his hand. "Search this run-down academy. I suspect they are hiding Yu Xiaogang."

"Yes, Elder."

Two red-robed bishops led dozens of people charging into the academy in a grand procession.

More than ten minutes later.

Everyone returned.

The leading red-robed bishop said, "Elder, we found no trace of Yu Xiaogang."

"Nothing?"

Demon Bear Douluo gave Flender a deep look, then ordered in a low voice, "We leave. Search everywhere for Yu Xiaogang. We absolutely cannot let him escape!"

The Spirit Hall group left the academy, splitting up along the way to search the various paths.

Flender watched Zhao Wuji being taken away, bitterness filling his heart. He murmured, "Yu Xiaogang, I hope you can escape this disaster."

"Headmaster, do you know where my teacher went?" Tang San felt extremely uneasy as he looked up at Flender.

Flender's heart tightened, and he hurriedly advised, "Xiao San, don't be rash. You saw it with your own eyes—the one leading Spirit Hall's people is a Titled Douluo."

"Charging over there would be throwing your life away. We'll discuss it after your father returns."

Elsewhere.

Demon Bear Douluo heard the sound of incessant heavy panting coming from ahead.

Moonlight spilled down, casting two tangled shadows upon the ground.

He led his men closer for a look and was instantly dumbfounded.

Why were two men going at it in the wild in a place like this?