..
"You won't eat me?"
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, took a deep breath, and finally couldn't help but let out the resentment she had been holding in for three years:
"Have you forgotten the good deed you did three years ago?!"
"In the middle of the night! Dressed in black!
Holding a burlap sack! Appearing silently at my bedside!"
Zhu Zhuqing became more and more excited as she spoke, and her originally cool face turned red:
"I was only nine years old! Nine years old!
Do you know how much trauma that scene left on my childhood?!"
"I always thought the Duke of the Underworld's mansion was heavily guarded, and that my home was the safest place.
But you just popped up like a ghost and tried to put a sack over my head!"
"Since then, I haven't dared to sleep soundly for a single night in the past three years!
The slightest disturbance makes me think you're coming to arrest me!"
"..."
Hearing these accusations, Ning Rongrong and Na'er couldn't help but cast disdainful glances at Xuan Hao.
Even Xuan Hao himself touched his nose a little embarrassedly.
Back then, I was young and impetuous, and I got a little carried away with the "cat-eared girl raising project."
In addition, I was overconfident in my stealth skills, which led to that blunder.
"Ahem... um..."
Xuan Hao coughed twice, trying to salvage his glorious and imposing image:
"That was because we were young and ignorant back then.
Everyone makes a fool of themselves sometimes."
"Things are different now!"
Xuan Hao puffed out his chest, his face radiating righteous indignation:
"I'm a mature and stable adult now! I will never do such petty things again!"
"Really?" Zhu Zhuqing looked incredulous, her dark eyes filled with the thought, "Do you think I'm stupid?"
"More real than real gold!"
Xuan Hao was about to raise his hand to swear an oath when suddenly—
"Who's causing trouble there?!"
A rough, loud shout came from not far away, making the leaves of the surrounding trees rustle.
Immediately afterward, a burly, middle-aged man with a fierce face strode over.
He was carrying two roast chickens and a jar of wine, clearly having just returned from out hunting for food.
Fudo Myoo, Zhao Wuji.
He was in a good mood, humming a tune as he headed back to his dorm for a drink, when he saw a person lying on the ground, seemingly "unsure of whether they were alive or dead."
Upon closer inspection.
"Mu Bai?!"
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened suddenly as he stared at Dai Mubai, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and who had completely passed out in the haystack.
He almost dropped the roast chicken in his hand in fright.
This is the leader of Shrek Academy! A level 37 Soul Master!
How did you get beaten up like this?
Zhao Wuji abruptly raised his head, his large, bell-like eyes instantly locking onto Xuan Hao and the other two standing not far away.
Especially when he saw Xuan Hao's unfamiliar face, a fierce aura instantly erupted from him:
"Kid! What's going on?!"
"You did this?!"
Xuan Hao turned around, looked at the imposing, burly man, and nodded calmly.
"It's me."
"I came to find a friend, but this... little tiger is a bit rude and even tried to touch my sister."
Xuan Hao flicked the dust off his sleeves:
"So I gave your school a little education on your behalf."
"educate?!"
Zhao Wuji was amused and annoyed.
He threw what he was holding on the ground, and the terrifying pressure of a Soul Saint erupted from his body:
"What arrogance!"
"You showed up uninvited and dare to hit my students at Shrek Academy?
You're tired of living!"
"Buzz—!!!"
With a muffled hum, seven spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Zhao Wuji's feet.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black.
Level 76 Soul Saint!
The oppressive feeling, as heavy as a mountain, instantly made Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing turn pale, and even their breathing became difficult.
"Kid! Since you're teaching my students, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your elders!"
Zhao Wuji strode forward, his large, fan-like hand reaching directly for Xuan Hao.
However.
Faced with the Soul Saint's furious attack, Xuan Hao simply sighed softly.
"Why do teachers these days not like to reason with people, but instead have to resort to violence?"
Before he could finish speaking...
"boom--!!!"
A surge of blood energy, even more violent and domineering than Zhao Wuji's, suddenly erupted from Xuan Hao's body!
Her originally silver-white hair instantly turned into brilliant flowing gold, and her sky-blue eyes transformed into majestic crimson-gold vertical pupils in an instant.
"Whoosh—!"
There was no unnecessary chatter, nor any fancy pre-cast animation for the soul skills.
Xuan Hao's figure vanished from the spot without warning.
The next moment.
He had appeared out of thin air less than half a meter in front of Zhao Wuji!
"What?!"
Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted.
Wow, so fast!
Driven by his fighting instincts, his first and second spirit rings lit up instantly.
"Immovable King Body! Mighty Vajra Palm!"
A layer of golden protective energy instantly covered his entire body, while a huge palm, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed towards Xuan Hao.
However.
"boom--!!!!"
Xuan Hao's right fist, covered in golden dragon scales, struck Zhao Wuji's chest with an even more savage and unreasonable force, arriving first despite being behind!
Like a meteorite hitting the earth.
Zhao Wuji's proud "Immovable King Body" shattered instantly under this punch, like a thin sheet of paper!
"puff--"
Zhao Wuji suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body flew backward like a cannonball, crashing through a wall and flying into the woods behind.
"this..."
Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who had just retreated to a safe area, were completely dumbfounded.
A punch?
He sent a Soul Saint, known for his exceptional defense, flying?
However, before they could even come to their senses...
"Bang!"
A cloud of dust exploded in the distant woods.
Zhao Wuji, being a Soul Saint, was thick-skinned and tough, and was not killed instantly by a single punch.
He roared, and his fifth spirit ring lit up. He was about to activate Gravity Squeeze.
"roar--!!!!"
A dragon's roar, filled with the aura of the ancient and primordial world, exploded in his ears without warning!
The golden dragon roars!
The terrifying sound waves, mixed with the supreme dragon's might, instantly shattered Zhao Wuji's mental defenses, causing his newly gathered soul power to dissipate in an instant, leaving his mind completely blank.
Interrupt spellcasting!
Immediately afterwards.
The golden figure reappeared before him like a ghost.
This time, the crimson-gold light in Xuan Hao's eyes had taken on a scarlet hue, a sign that his blood energy was boiling.
"Since it's a bear, then lie down!"
"Bang!!!"
Another simple yet terrifying straight punch slammed into Zhao Wuji's massive head.
"Thump—"
Zhao Wuji's eyes rolled back, and before he could even scream, he was sent flying backward again, carving a deep furrow in the ground.
Then.
It was a brutal, one-sided beating.
There were no fancy soul skills clashing, only the muffled thuds of punches landing squarely.
Less than three minutes.
The infamous "Immovable King" in the Soul Master world lay sprawled in the pit like a dead dog, completely unconscious.
His face was swollen like a pig's head, and countless bones in his body were broken; only faint undulations proved that he was still alive.
"call..."
Xuan Hao withdrew his fist, and the golden light on his body slowly dissipated, transforming him back into the appearance of a silver-haired boy.
He shook his slightly sore wrist, looked at Zhao Wuji on the ground, and shook his head with a hint of lingering satisfaction:
"So fragile."
"I thought the Soul Saint could withstand a few more hits."
At this moment, Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing, who were standing nearby, were completely dumbfounded.
Especially Zhu Zhuqing.
Her lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring intently at the boy who was tidying his clothes.
That's Zhao Wuji! A level 76 Soul Saint!
Just like that... he was beaten down?
They didn't even have a chance to fight back the entire time?!
"This...this is too..." Ning Rongrong swallowed, feeling her understanding being reorganized once again.
Although she knew Xuan Hao was very strong, this was a crushing defeat that transcended a whole realm!
"Stay calm."
Xuan Hao, sensing the two's shocked gazes, turned around and explained calmly:
"How could a mere bear possibly compare to a true dragon in strength?"
"If he's an agility-based attacker, or the kind of control-based attacker who's good at kiting, I'll really have to put in some effort."
"But unfortunately..."
Xuan Hao shook his head, his face full of regret:
"He happens to be a power-type attacker who is not good at speed and only knows how to fight head-on."
"He's not as fast or strong as me, what makes him think he can fight me?"
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