Inside the room.
Zhao Wuji was raring to go.
Just as he was contemplating how to train Tang San and the others in the future.
A sudden effeminate voice in his ear instantly froze the smile on his face.
"Zhao Wuji～"
"Who?!"
Zhao Wuji suddenly stood up.
As a Soul Sage of level seventy-seven, he was a high-end combatant in the entire Soul Master world.
He could clearly distinguish the sound of leaves falling within a hundred meters.
But at this moment.
The voice seemed like rootless duckweed, directly pouring into his ears.
Making him like a headless fly!
He didn't recognize this voice, and the opponent's strength made him very vigilant.
"Who exactly is it? If you're a person, don't act like a dog!"
Zhao Wuji growled in a low voice, getting up and looking around, his muscles tense.
His reputation was indeed very bad back then.
But he didn't expect that even after he retired, enemies would come looking for him.
"Come out for me!"
The other party seemed angry, and the effeminate voice became sharp and piercing.
A faint aura guided Zhao Wuji's direction.
"Humph!"
Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, not cowardly at all.
His Immovable Bright King was also a master who had killed countless people back then.
What's more, he was now employed.
With people behind him!
Already feeling angry, he didn't hesitate to break through the window and go out.
Coming outside.
Following the guidance of that aura, he quickly chased after it.
Before long, he left the scope of Shrek Academy.
Arriving in a small forest outside.
"Come out, I know you're here!"
Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice.
At the same time, his Martial Soul fully possessed him, seven Soul Rings pulsed, and the air became solidified.
"Heh."
A slightly hoarse, charming laugh came from behind the tree.
A black figure followed closely behind, walking out from behind the tree.
The whole body was shrouded in black clothes.
Even the head was covered with a black hood.
Judging by the voice, it sounded like a rough woman, looking at the figure, it looked like a tall and burly man.
"Who are you?"
Zhao Wuji asked in a cold voice, the burly and wildness after Martial Soul possession made him imposing without anger.
The person in black didn't answer, just said charmingly:
"Seeing the Immovable Bright King in this small place, I feel a surge of excitement and want to spar with you to stretch my muscles."
While saying that.
The person in black raised his right hand.
Black light condensed, grasping a giant weapon, and Soul Rings showed themselves.
Two yellow, two purple, and five black, a full nine! Just like that, they stagnated around the body.
"…"
Looking at the nine Soul Rings of the person in black in front of him, Zhao Wuji shuddered.
He spat out four characters with difficulty.
"Titled Douluo!"
The advantage was on the opponent's side.
Zhao Wuji immediately admitted defeat, hurriedly bent over and saluted.
"May I ask which Majesty has arrived, please don't joke with little Zhao, how can I be worthy of sparring with you."
"What's worthy or unworthy?"
The person in black pointed at Zhao Wuji with his left hand shaped like an orchid flower.
His body twisted, seeming a bit enchanting.
"When you bullied those children during the day, didn't you also have a lot of fun?"
As he spoke.
The person in black twisted his bear waist, holding a giant weapon, and approached Zhao Wuji.
"I suddenly discovered,"
"The feeling of bullying people is not bad, let me bully you and have a good time."
The hoarse, eerie voice continued.
The person in black didn't emit any strong aura.
But Zhao Wuji was sweating profusely, his mind racing.
The Titled Douluos on the mainland were few and far between.
Each one had a name and surname, there weren't any as flamboyant as the one in front of him.
But the Martial Soul didn't match.
Who exactly was this?
Suddenly, the person in black stopped a few meters away, pinching his orchid finger.
He flicked it in a certain direction.
"Since you're here, come out, what difference does it make if both of you come?"
Whoosh!
As the figure flickered.
The expression on Zhao Wuji's face suddenly relaxed a lot.
Beside him was a figure covered in feathers, with orange-yellow vertical pupils, and stepping on seven rings.
"Old man Flender, this senior."
Flender waved his hand at Zhao Wuji, signaling him not to speak.
Looking at the person in black in front of him, his eyes were uncertain.
After a moment of hesitation, he respectfully saluted.
"Greetings, Majesty Haotian."
"Hiss——"
Zhao Wuji gasped.
His heart contracted, finally understanding the other party's identity, a ruthless person who dared to beat the Pope!
Immediately afterwards.
Zhao Wuji couldn't help but get excited.
This guy was simply courting death!
But soon, Zhao Wuji suppressed himself, wanting to make a contribution, he had to survive this wave first.
But he didn't quite understand.
When did Tang Hao, who was known as the strongest Soul Master in the Soul Master world, become so flamboyant?
Flender had the same question as him.
He almost didn't recognize him just now.
Tang Hao didn't hide it, nodding slightly indifferently.
"No need to be polite, I'm here to cause trouble."
"Four-eyed Cat Eagle Flender,"
"Level seventy-eight? As expected of the Flying Horn of the Golden Iron Triangle back then."
Flender endured the eerie voice, putting down his posture.
"That's right."
"I wonder what Zhao Wuji has done to offend Majesty, can you give me some face."
"Enough nonsense!"
Tang Hao's sharp voice pierced the eardrums, raising his orchid finger and waving his hand.
"You better stand aside, or I'll beat you up together!"
Zhao Wuji watched Flender retreat, his face devoid of hope, and said helplessly:
"Majesty Haotian, can you let me die knowing why?"
"Humph! If you hit the small ones, the old ones come out to seek justice, this is a matter of course!"
Tang Hao gave a charming humph.
In the next instant, the giant weapon in his hand and the Soul Rings around his body were completely retracted.
"Make your move!"
Before the words were finished.
Tang Hao had already arrived in front of Zhao Wuji, pinching his orchid finger and reaching over.
Bang bang, boom! Ah——
The sound of collision, charming laughter, and screams echoed in the forest.
Flender on the side couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his eyes.
Unable to bear to watch anymore.
There was no need to light incense at all, the battle was over in a dozen breaths.
Tang Hao pinched his orchid finger and tidied his clothes.
Zhao Wuji lay on the ground, his head swollen, his eyes black, and blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
His clothes were stripped off, revealing his sturdy body.
Bowing and panting heavily.
"That's it, I'll trouble you to take care of Little San in the future."
Tang Hao's voice was very calm.
After speaking, his figure flickered, and he disappeared quietly.
"Flender, you guy... you're too unrighteous?!"
Zhao Wuji complained.
Climbing up with Flender's support.
"You want me to accompany you to get beaten up? Is that what you call righteousness?"
Flender said unhappily, with a strange look in his eyes.
"What did he strip your clothes for?"
"How would I know?"
Zhao Wuji bared his teeth, pulling his clothes.
"Speaking of which, how did he become like this? He doesn't look like a man at all."
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Flender frowned, looking around vigilantly.
He also felt the same way.
"I'm not talking nonsense."
Zhao Wuji lowered his voice, his face as if it were pig liver, and also purplish-blue.
"I always felt like I was touched several times just now!"
"Alright!"
As a four-eyed cat eagle, Flender naturally saw it too, but didn't want to say more.
"Perhaps it's a kind of disguise."
"I just didn't expect that Tang San would actually be his son."
Hearing this.
Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed with a sharp light.
"Yes... the son of Haotian Douluo!"
I wish you all a happy life!
