Tang San did not want to miss the chance to join this academy. He was not afraid of giving blood; he was afraid that Xiao Wu might get hurt. But with an auxiliary Soul Master present, it was still acceptable.
"What level is that auxiliary Soul Master?" Tang San asked Zhao Wuji.
"Don't worry! A level sixty-three Soul Emperor can heal a few Great Soul Masters as easily as turning a hand!" Zhao Wuji patted Tang San's shoulder and said with a grin.
"Then let's do it!" Tang San held out his arm. He was a man who had jumped off a cliff before—he was not even afraid of death, so why would he fear giving a little blood?
Seeing Tang San like this, Zhao Wuji felt that the boy suited his temperament perfectly. "Good lad! I didn't misjudge you. You're a real man! I'll look after you from now on!"
No sooner had Zhao Wuji finished praising him than he heard the sound of trees being smashed apart.
"Damn it, which little bastard is destroying public property? Let me catch you, and you'll be sorry!" Zhao Wuji looked toward the source of the sound, but saw no one. He could only curse loudly.
"Why call them a little rabbit bastard? Why can't you call them a little bear bastard?" The innocent Xiao Wu was dissatisfied with Zhao Wuji's choice of words.
"..."
In the forest far from the academy, a man in black robes appeared on the grass in an instant. Soul power surged around him, crashing into the Blue Silver Grass beneath his feet and racing into the distance in wave after wave.
Suddenly, a black shadow condensed in the man's hand, and he smashed it into the ground. Chunks of earth burst apart, spiderweb cracks spreading across