Battle

"What?"

Zhao Wuji's half-lidded eyes instantly widened, and the trace of laziness on his face was immediately replaced by intense interest.

He sized up the calm-faced Tang San, then glanced at the strikingly beautiful and extraordinary Cinderella beside him, before finally sweeping his gaze over the icy Zhu Zhuqing.

He knew Dai Mubai's strength well. With the Evil-Eyed White Tiger and thirty-ninth-level Soul Elder cultivation, Dai Mubai was unquestionably among the best of these little brats.

Yet he had lost to Tang San, who looked even younger?

Now this was interesting.

A teasing, appraising smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face. He took two steps forward, and the heavy pressure unique to a power-attack Battle Soul Master naturally spread from him, making even the air around the clearing seem to congeal.

His gaze swept across the three youths before him as he spoke in a booming voice. "I'm Zhao Wuji, a teacher at Shrek. Since the three of you have reached the fourth trial, I'll decide the contents of the assessment."

He paused, watching the three pairs of eyes focus on him at once. Then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth with a hint of ill intent. "Today's test is simple. Last for the time it takes one stick of incense to burn under my attacks."

The moment those words fell, expressions of varying surprise appeared on everyone's faces except Tang San's.

The undisguised powerful aura radiating from Zhao Wuji made them keenly aware that he was no ordinary Soul Master.

Lasting one stick of incense under him? The difficulty was obvious.

Dai Mubai, standing to the side, also showed a trace of concern, but he did not interrupt.

Because he knew that once Zhao Wuji made a decision, he rarely changed it.

Zhao Wuji was quite satisfied by