Heh, Men!

"Hmph, Zhao Wuji, do you understand now?"

At Shrek Academy, Tang Hao stood with his hands behind his back after having just beaten Zhao Wuji, feeling utterly refreshed as though nothing had happened.

Meanwhile, the pitiful Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground, his head swollen nearly twice its size, his face bruised and battered—a truly miserable sight.

"Thank you for Clear Sky Douluo's guidance." Zhao Wuji's face was filled with terror. How could he not understand? How could he dare not understand? He had been beaten senseless for no reason at all. Who had he offended?

"It's good that you understand. If something like today happens again, you know the consequences." Tang Hao glanced in the direction where Dai Mubai was hiding, then vanished in a flash.

Only after Tang Hao had left did Flender dare step forward to help Zhao Wuji up. Zhao Wuji cursed, "Flender, you bastard have no loyalty at all. You actually stood there and watched me get beaten. Ow, this hurts like hell."

As he spoke, Zhao Wuji touched his cheek, which had swollen up like a squash.

Flender snapped, "What do you know? If he had truly meant us harm, would adding me have made any difference? He's someone who even dared beat the Pope."

Zhao Wuji snickered painfully. "And he's also a coward, isn't he? Back then, Spirit Hall captured Clear Sky Sect and sent word for him to return to Clear Sky Sect within three days to atone for his crimes, or they would kill every last member of the sect. And what happened?"

"Zhao Wuji, have you lost your mind? You can't say things like that!" Flender hurriedly covered Zhao Wuji's mouth.

Because he pressed too hard against the wound, Zhao Wuji immediately began howling in pain again.

"Old Zhao,