manynovel Chapter 3: The Majesty of Haotian Descends! Zhao Wuji Unleashes His Power!
Chapter 3: The Majesty of Haotian Descends! Zhao Wuji Unleashes His Power!
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"It's okay if you don't understand, as long as you know how to do it!"
Cao Kun smiled slightly and continued, "I'm in a good mood today, why don't you join me for a bath first!"
"Yes, young master!"
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Time passed slowly.
8 PM.
In the small courtyard behind Shrek Academy, Cao Kun suddenly sensed a hidden but powerful aura approaching Shrek Academy from the direction of Soto City.
Cao Kun carefully sensed it, a meaningful smile appearing on his lips, and muttered to himself:
"Huh? The big hammer! It's finally here!"
Before he finished speaking, Cao Kun had already disappeared from the room.
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At this time,
Shrek Academy, faculty housing area.
Zhao Wuji dragged his tired but satisfied body back to his simple wooden house.
The daytime assessment made him look at this year's freshmen with new eyes.
Especially that kid named Tang San, although his martial soul is ordinary, his composure, wit and unpredictable hidden weapon skills showed him great potential.
Of course, during the assessment, he got carried away and hit the guy a little too hard, causing him to spit out blood.
However, in his opinion, this minor injury is nothing to a Soul Master; on the contrary, it can temper one's character.
"He's a good prospect, but he's a bit stubborn. We need to keep him in line." Zhao Wuji took a big gulp of cold water, wiped his mouth, and smiled.
He could almost see Shrek Academy, with this influx of fresh blood, revitalized in the near future.
However, the smile lasted for less than a moment.
A voice suddenly rang in Zhao Wuji's ear:
"Zhao Wuji!..."
"Zhao! Wu! Ji!"
The sudden shout startled Zhao Wuji.
"Who goes there?!"
Zhao Wuji frowned!
next second.
He quickly flew out of the window and ran towards the direction of the sound!
Three minutes later.
In a dense forest outside Shrek Academy.
Zhao Wuji saw a figure.
A tall, imposing figure.
The newcomer wore a black cloak covered in dust and with worn edges, the hood hanging low, obscuring most of his face.
He stood there casually, without making any movement, yet he seemed to become the center of the entire world.
All the light, sound, and even the flow of air were distorting and collapsing toward his location.
What's even more unsettling is the overwhelming pressure emanating from him.
Cold, domineering, heavy, with an absolute sense of power that crushes all obstacles and ignores all rules!
The power of this pressure was unprecedented in Zhao Wuji's life!
It far surpassed any Soul Emperor or Soul Saint he had ever encountered, and even... He secretly compared it to his own experience, and it seemed to be more than a level stronger than the Soul Douluo pressure he had when he unleashed his full power!
Keep in mind, he had already reached the level of an 88th-level Soul Douluo.
What is the strength of the person who came?
Titled Douluo?!
This thought exploded in Zhao Wuji's mind!
Moreover, this is by no means an ordinary entry into the realm of title conferment!
The murderous aura contained within that oppressive force, along with that domineering and self-centered attitude, instantly reminded him of those renowned Super Douluo on the continent!
"Who are you? What brings you to Shrek Academy so late at night?" Zhao Wuji asked in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the other party.
He did not immediately release his martial soul, but all his muscles were already tense, and the soul power of an 88th-level Soul Douluo was running wildly in his body to resist the omnipresent terrifying pressure.
Beneath his feet, the eight spirit rings belonging to the Soul Douluo remained hidden, yet they already made the surrounding air thicken.
The man in black robes (Tang Hao) slowly raised his head.
Beneath the hood's shadow, a pair of cold, emotionless eyes, like two quenched daggers, pierced towards Zhao Wuji.
There was no murderous intent or anger in that gaze, only a condescending indifference, like a god looking down at ants.
And a hint of... a deeply hidden displeasure at being offended?
"Zhao Wuji".
The man in black robes spoke, his voice hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.
But every word struck like a hammer blow to the heart.
"Acala?"
"You're very good! You injured my son in broad daylight!"
It's not a question, it's a statement. A cold statement.
Zhao Wuji was startled.
Son? His son?
At Shrek Academy… Tang San?!
That child whose martial soul is Blue Silver Grass, yet possesses strange skills and hidden weapons?
Is he this man's son?
In a flash, Zhao Wuji understood.
During the day, he was assessing the new students. Tang San endured the time it takes for an incense stick to burn under his control, but he was indeed injured by the aftershocks of his soul skill and coughed up blood.
At the time, Zhao Wuji didn't care. Injuries during the assessment were inevitable, and he controlled his strength.
did not expect……
Just because of this minor "external injury," a powerful figure suspected to be a Title Douluo actually came knocking on my door in the middle of the night?!
This is going way too far in protecting their own!
"Are you referring to the daytime student assessment?"
Zhao Wuji suppressed the absurdity and anger in his heart, trying his best to keep his voice steady: "In trials and sparring, injuries are inevitable. Your son has good talent, but..."
"Shut up."
Tang Hao interrupted him, his voice still cold, but with a hint of impatience: "Let's have a little sparring too."
Before he could finish speaking, he didn't give Zhao Wuji a chance to explain further, and the terrifying pressure emanating from his body suddenly intensified!
Like an invisible tsunami, layer upon layer, it crashed down on Zhao Wuji!
This time, it was a more precise, focused, and imposing lock-on!
The other party seemed to want to crush Zhao Wuji with sheer force of will!
Make him kneel down and beg for mercy!
This is the most direct and also the most humiliating form of punishment!
"boom……!"
Zhao Wuji felt as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him!
Not only did my body feel an immense burden, but my soul also felt as if it were being gripped by cold iron clamps, and my thoughts became sluggish!
The surrounding air was completely sucked out, making it extremely difficult to breathe, and it felt as if the blood was about to freeze!
If it were an ordinary Soul Emperor, or even a common Soul Saint, under such terrifying pressure, they would probably collapse mentally and slump to the ground instantly, unable to muster the slightest will to resist.
But Zhao Wuji is no ordinary Soul Emperor!
He's a level 88 Soul Douluo!
He is the Immovable King who once fought his way out of the encirclement and suppression of the Spirit Hall and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
His will had long been tempered on the brink of life and death, becoming as refined as steel!
"This is outrageous!!!"
A thunderous roar erupted from Zhao Wuji's chest!
His eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his muscles bulged, and his veins stood out like writhing dragons under his skin!
Beneath his feet, the eight spirit rings that had been hidden could no longer be suppressed and erupted with a roar!
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!
All eight rings are on display!
The immense soul power at the level of a Contra Douluo surged into the sky in an instant!
A powerful, steady, and indestructible aura emanated from Zhao Wuji and spread outwards.
It collided violently with Tang Hao's cold and domineering aura!
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