Even the normally composed Tang San.
At the sight of Zhao Wuji looking like a purple sweet potato bun.
Couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth a few times.
He fought desperately to hold back his laughter, and it was an agonizing struggle.
Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Wisdom King who had been so imposing and radiating such dominance just yesterday.
Now had a face swollen like an enormous steamed bun fresh from the pot.
And one stuffed with purple sweet potato, at that!
His eyes had been squeezed into slits, and he struggled to blink.
"What are you looking at?! Never seen someone take such a nasty fall?!"
Zhao Wuji roared in a muffled voice.
But because his face was swollen, his roar carried no intimidation whatsoever.
Instead, it sounded comical.
Flender stood nearby, looking at his old friend's miserable state.
Although he had already known about it, he still couldn't help feeling a lingering fear.
He had felt that terrifying Titled Douluo aura with perfect clarity from his room last night.
That had been Clear Sky Douluo!
The ruthless man who had dared to hammer even the Pope!
Flender secretly counted his blessings, cold sweat even breaking out across his back:
Good heavens...
Thank goodness Xiaogang stopped me back in Nuoding City, and I didn't lay a hand on these Little Monsters.
If I'd attacked without knowing my limits like Old Zhao...
Flender pushed up his glasses and thought:
I wouldn't be the Four-Eyed Cat Owl today. I'd probably have to change my name to the One-Eyed Cat Owl, or even the Blind Dead Eagle!
These Tang Family people were far too protective of their own!
Beat the youngsters, and the elder came seeking revenge that very night, without a shred of martial honor!
Looking at Zhao Wuji's