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Tang San stood where he was, panting heavily.

That strike had nearly drained all his Soul Power. His body felt completely empty, and his meridians ached faintly.

Yet he still stood perfectly straight, like a drawn sword, coldly watching Zhao Wuji writhe painfully on the ground.

There was no triumph in his eyes, nor any satisfaction of revenge—only indifference.

As if the strike that had made a Soul Sage howl in agony had merely swatted away a buzzing fly.

"Teacher Zhao!"

Dai Mubai was the first to react. He hurried forward, wanting to help Zhao Wuji up, but not knowing where to lay a hand. All he could do was cry out anxiously.

"Teacher Zhao, how are you? Tang San! What did you do to Teacher Zhao?"

Tang San did not even glance at him.

His gaze remained fixed on Zhao Wuji.

He was waiting.

Waiting for Zhao Wuji's pain to reach its peak, waiting for this Soul Sage teacher's pride to be thoroughly crushed.

Then...

Cinderella finally caught her breath. She walked over to Tang San and gently tugged at his sleeve.

Her face was still pale, but clarity had returned to her eyes.

She looked at Zhao Wuji, whose condition was horrifying, then at the expressionless Tang San. A trace of complicated satisfaction flashed through her azure eyes.

Of course, she knew the power of the Dragon Beard Needle, and she understood Tang San's fury at that moment.

But...

According to Tang Hao's wishes, they still had to remain at Shrek Academy for quite some time.

If they truly went too far and left Zhao Wuji with irreversible injuries—or even killed him—the consequences would be unimaginable.

Shrek Academy would not let them go, nor would Zhao Wuji's friends and old acquaintances.

More importantly, it would completely disrupt Tang