The next day.
Shrek Academy.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was clear and the air was crisp.
Zhao Wuji enjoyed a comfortable nap.
Standing in front of the simple house, basking in the sunlight, I stretched.
Not far away, one could hear Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang's voice. He had run to the nearest livestock farm early in the morning, bought more than ten kilograms of animal blood, poured it into a watering can, and watered the academy's vegetable garden with the blood, muttering incantations:
"Cabbage, cabbage, grow up quickly!"
"The latest research findings of this Grandmaster."
"One day of enlightenment, and you become a supreme Grandmaster."
"I nourish the vegetables with beast blood, and the vegetables will surely absorb the bloodline of the Soul Beast and evolve into top-tier rare treasures. If Soul Master consumes them, they will definitely become stronger and their physique will undergo a transformation!"
"My theory will surely become famous throughout the mainland, surpassing even the Immortal Mountain! Hahaha, hahaha~"
Hearing the Grandmaster's demonic laughter, Ma Hongjun took a bite of a large steamed bun:
" Grandmaster, will this even work? The academy is already short of funds; you might just kill all the academy's crops with this water."
"Besides, if eating vegetables grown by rinsing them with animal blood is effective, why don't we just cook them with animal blood directly? Why go through all this trouble?"
"You're just a callow youth. The Soul Master is vast and profound. What do you know about research or innovation?"
After saying that, the Grandmaster picked up the beast blood pot and began frantically pouring blood over the pot, and a pungent, fishy smell wafted over.
Seeing that the vegetables in the garden were starting to wilt, Ma Hongjun's face showed a look of disgust.
Since returning from the Soto Great Soul Arena last night, the Grandmaster's behavior has become increasingly perplexing.
Last night, after they went out and beat up Tang San, they heard the Grandmaster reciting poems and singing to the moon, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing, and sometimes pointing in the direction of the Immortal Mountain and cursing loudly.
I woke up early in the morning and saw the Grandmaster looking for something to do everywhere. He was carrying a bucket of blood, which I don't know what he was planning to do with it, but he ended up pouring it all over the vegetable garden.
The Grandmaster has gone mad.
" Zhao Wuji, what did I tell you before?"
"You Shrek students really don't take me seriously."
Just as Zhao Wuji walked into the academy's simple canteen, took two large steamed buns from the steamer, and took a few big bites while complaining that the academy's food was getting worse and worse.
A man draped in tattered rags, with a pale complexion but a very burly build, stood quietly in the square of the Shrek Academy, exuding an imposing aura without being angry.
One sentence was enough to startle Zhao Wuji so much that the steamed bun in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
"Your Majesty... Your Haotian Douluo, you... you actually came?"
"Your Majesty... Your Haotian Douluo, please... please don't do it! That wasn't my idea! If you need to find someone, go find our Dean Flender! Yes, Old Flander has something to say to you!"
Zhao Wuji sensed that Tang Hao's aura had changed; it seemed that this time it wouldn't be as simple as just giving him a beating.
So he decisively betrayed Dean Flender.
" Flender?"
Tang Hao's eyes were incredibly fierce.
He was seriously injured by Su Chen not long ago and was beaten to a pulp; he hasn't recovered yet.
He can't afford to offend the Immortal Mountain, but how could he possibly lose to the Shrek Academy?
I'm so angry and have nowhere to vent!
"Old Frye, Old Frye! He's here, come out quickly!"
Zhao Wuji took two steps back and knocked on Flender's door.
Hearing the sound, Flender pushed open the door and came out, frowning as he said:
"Who's here? Old Zhao, you're a Soul Saint, why are you always in such a panic?"
"He's here! Hao... Haotian Douluo!"
Zhao Wuji pointed to the large Buddha statue on the grass and said.
Following Zhao Wuji's pointing finger, we looked in that direction.
Flender was stunned, looking at Tang Hao with disbelief:
"Old Zhao, are you sure this is His Haotian Douluo?"
" Your Haotian Douluo was a spirited figure who dared to confront the Spirit Hall more than ten years ago. How could you have become such a pathetic mess? Don't lie to me."
Zhao Wuji said irritably:
"Go get a beating and you'll see if he's really like that!"
" Your Haotian Douluo, Flender has been waiting for your arrival for a long time. Let's talk things over. Please don't be angry. There was a reason for what happened last night. Let me tell you slowly."
Flender reluctantly believed Zhao Wuji's words and spoke with a gentle tone.
But Tang Hao didn't stand on ceremony with them. The Clear Sky Hammer appeared directly in his hand, and he said calmly:
"If you have something to say, go tell it to my Clear Sky Hammer."
Rumble--
A series of screams echoed throughout the Shrek Academy.
Fifteen minutes later.
The Shrek Academy training grounds were in complete disarray.
Flender's bare owl wings on his back were reduced to sparse down, making him look like a vulture with its feathers plucked. He lay sprawled on the rubble, his neck crooked, and even his Martial Soul had shrunk back into his body and curled up into a ball.
Zhao Wuji's posture was rather bizarre. His knees were bent backwards, his elbows were twisted in an unnatural way, and his back was sunken into an exaggerated arc. His whole body was like a sack with its tendons and bones removed, lying limply on the ground. The sound of his bones cracking was as fine as popping beans. He couldn't even scream. Only the blood foam overflowing from the corner of his mouth silently told of the displacement of his internal organs.
On the other side, Li Yusong, who had rushed out to provide support, had just swept his Coiling Dragon Staff across when the long iron staff in his hand groaned in pain as it was bent inch by inch by the Clear Sky Hammer. The dragon pattern twisted into a comical spiral, and the head of the staff drooped to the ground like a withered cane.
Li Yusong gripped the deformed weapon, his arms dislocated by the recoil. As he staggered backward, Tang Hao kicked him in the abdomen, sending him tumbling to the base of the wall, his Coiling Dragon Staff now bent across his knees, his eyes filled with terror.
Dai Mubai and his companions had no chance to fight back. Their limbs trembled uncontrollably, their muscles spasmed and convulsed, the tiger stripes faded to a sickly gray-white, and even the vertical lines in their pupils blurred. He lay on the ground panting, low, hoarse sobs rolling from his throat. He had lost all the majesty of the king of beasts, and was now just a dying "sick tiger" barely clinging to life in the mud.
Ma Hongjun was also exhausted from the beating. The Evil Fire in his body was basically dissipated. He used to think about how to vent his Evil Fire, but now that the Evil Fire was no longer his foundation, he felt completely empty.
The phoenix phantom behind him suddenly shrank, its feathers faded to a mottled color, its once proud phoenix head drooped, and its cry turned into a series of clucking squawks, truly resembling a plucked chicken flapping and jumping among the pebbles. The Evil Fire Phoenix had truly become a chicken.
Oscar reacted quickly, pretending to be dead when Tang Hao made his move. Although Tang Hao grabbed him by the back of his collar and lifted him up, slamming him to the ground like a broken sack, his handsome face was slightly distorted, but he was otherwise unharmed.
Even Demon Xiao Gang wasn't spared; he was also knocked away by the residual force of the Clear Sky Hammer.
In the chaotic Shrek Academy, Tang Hao coughed, dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, and coldly swept his gaze over the group of bruised and battered teachers and students. Finally, satisfied, he said indifferently:
"Alright, now we can talk. So, what were you trying to say?"
Tang Hao surveyed the entire scene with disdain, thoroughly enjoying the thrill of tormenting his opponents.
Upon hearing this, Flender and Zhao Wuji were almost spitting blood.
They beat us up like this, and then we still beg them to be our teammates.
This is so frustrating, damn it!
We didn't beat up the Xiao San this badly!
"Alright... alright, Your Haotian Douluo, the matter is like this..."
"A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan," Flender said.