Zhao Wuji's legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
A Titled Douluo!
And a Titled Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
"When you beat the young, their elder naturally comes to demand justice."
The man in black spoke flatly.
Zhao Wuji understood at once:
"You're Tang San and Tang Tian's..."
"Don't speak. I can't be bothered wasting words with you."
"Since you suppressed your Soul Power to bully the young, I'll give you a chance too."
Tang Hao slowly took out an ordinary stick of incense, casually flicked it into the trunk of a nearby tree, and lit it.
"One stick of incense."
"If you can last that long, I won't pursue the matter of you bullying my son."
Zhao Wuji was on the verge of tears.
Bully your son?
Brother, get your facts straight!
Your son nearly tore the academy's buildings apart!
I'm still injured!
But he dared not say it. He could only steel himself and activate his Martial Soul Avatar.
What followed was too gruesome to watch.
An utterly one-sided beating without a shred of suspense.
Tang Hao did not even use his Martial Soul.
He beat Zhao Wuji's face into a pig's head.
The stick of incense burned out.
Tang Hao stopped. Zhao Wuji was already sprawled on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, looking even worse than he had during the day.
Even his own mother might not have recognized him.
"Zhao Wuji, you're not bad. Your years at Shrek haven't been wasted."
Leaving those words behind, Tang Hao vanished into the night in a flash.
He stood atop a distant tree.
He gazed toward the Shrek dormitories.
His originally cold, hard gaze gradually softened.
Boundless complexity took its place.
His thoughts.
Could not help drifting back to two