Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 75 Beating Zhao Wuji (2)

Hearing this, Tang San's mouth curled up into a gentle smile, which contained both gratitude to Master Yu Xiaogang and a vision of the infinite possibilities in the future. He gently patted the back of Xiao Wu's hand to comfort and encourage her, and once again cast his eyes on Zhao Wuji, who had transformed into a powerful King Kong Bear, with a more determined light in his eyes.

"Yes, Xiao Wu. The teacher can always see through everything, and his arrangements always have deep meaning. Although Teacher Zhao looks rough, his strength is actually unfathomable. You will definitely learn a lot if you can study here." Tang San's voice was low and magnetic, and his words revealed his desire and confidence for unknown challenges.

Xiao Wu heard this, a trace of admiration and trust flashed in her eyes, she snuggled close to Tang San, as if she had nothing to fear as long as he was around. She looked up at Tang San, her eyes twinkling with stars, and said softly: "Xiao San, you are right. No matter what the future holds, I will always be by your side and face it with you."

As Zhao Wuji transformed into a powerful King Kong Bear and released the shocking power of the Seven-Ring Soul Saint, the entire venue seemed to be shrouded in an invisible pressure.

At this moment, Li Muyun's figure moved slowly. He opened his thin lips and murmured an ancient and long spell. The air around him seemed to be pulled by this force and fluctuated gently.

Suddenly, a fresh and somewhat cold breath burst out from his body, and then, a huge blue phoenix phantom condensed and took shape behind him, with its wings spread out, covering the sky. The blue was deep and the white was pure, just like a god descending from the sky.

The blue phoenix's eyes were like torches, flashing with wisdom and nobility. Every time it flapped its wings, it seemed to be chanting an ancient ballad.

As Li Muyun hummed, the world seemed to be awakened by a mysterious force, and the soul power around him suddenly boiled up, like a river bursting its banks, unstoppable. Against the backdrop of the blue phoenix phantom, nine soul rings slowly rose from under his feet, yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red, colorful, yet revealing a frightening majesty.

The red soul ring was like a burning flame or the deep night sky. It slowly rotated, releasing soul power fluctuations that were stronger than all the surrounding soul rings combined, as if it could swallow up all light and sound. At this moment, the entire space trembled, and even the air seemed to solidify.

As Li Muyun's astonishing nine-ring soul rings appeared one by one, the exclamations and shocks in the crowd surged like a tide, but were quickly replaced by an inexplicable awe.

Standing at the back of the crowd was a girl wearing a gorgeous long dress and exquisite hair accessories. Her eyes changed from initial shock to deep admiration.

The girl slowly took a few steps forward, each step seemed so solemn and firm, as if she was walking towards the holy temple in her heart. She gently folded her hands in front of her chest, performed a standard aristocratic etiquette, and whispered: "Zhang Ping of the Zhang family of Wuhun City pays tribute to the titled Douluo."

Although the words were soft, they were clearly heard by everyone, carrying with them a respect and sincerity that could not be ignored.

Li Muyun glanced at the girl named Zhang Ping indifferently. Isn't she from the Zhang family of Wuhun City? I remember that in the original book, she was a supporting role in the Wuhun Academy team. What was she doing here?
Following Zhang Ping's first salute, the people around her followed suit as if guided by an invisible baton, bowing in tribute. The scene was solemn and dignified.

In this wave of collective salute, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong stood still like isolated islands, each emitting a different aura.

Dai Mubai, as a member of the royal family of the Xing Luo Empire, has been accustomed to the etiquette exemptions in such occasions since he was a child. He stood upright, with a hint of pride and unruliness in his eyes, as if all this was within his expectations.

Tang San was a different story. His purple eyes were as deep as the night, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. It was a kind of confidence and pride that came from his heart, so that even when facing such a powerful Title Douluo, he did not need to prove himself with worldly etiquette. Seeing this, Xiao Wu felt an inexplicable stubbornness and determination in her heart. She held Tang San's hand tightly, and the eyes that were originally wide open in surprise now flashed with the same pride and unruliness as Tang San.

She shook her head gently, her long hair fluttering in the wind, as if silently stating her position - if her mistress didn't bow, she wouldn't bow either.

Xiao Wu straightened her back, her eyes full of trust and support for Tang San. Her innocence and tenacity were particularly dazzling in this solemn scene.

On the other side, Ning Rongrong was wearing an exquisite seven-treasure colored glass skirt, the hem of which swayed gently with her movements, like a blooming colored glass flower. She stood there like a graceful magnolia, elegant and noble.

Facing the greetings from the crowd, she simply tilted her head slightly, with a barely perceptible hint of pride and disdain flashing in her eyes.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, she has known her identity and status since she was young. Apart from the elders in her family, who can make her lower her noble head?

There was a faint smile on her lips, which showed both her recognition of Li Muyun's strength and her confidence and persistence in her own identity. At this moment, she seemed to have formed a tacit understanding with Tang San and Xiao Wu, and they jointly upheld their own pride and dignity.

Zhao Wuji's burly figure seemed a little stiff at this moment. He slowly lowered his head, and his heavy voice was mixed with a barely perceptible tremor: "Your Majesty, I, Zhao Wuji, was blind and failed to notice your arrival in time. I was even more presumptuous in front of you. This was extremely disrespectful. I admit my mistake."

After saying this, he took a deep breath, his body trembling slightly, as if he was forcibly suppressing the shock and awe in his heart. He clenched his hands into fists, veins bulging, which showed his unwillingness to accept his own strength, and his deep understanding of the strength of the Titled Douluo in front of him.

Facing the Titled Douluo, Zhao Wuji knew that even if he was a Soul Sage, he had no choice but to give in.

Li Muyun's lips curled up into a faint smile, which showed tolerance towards Zhao Wuji, but also contained some unspeakable teasing. "What did I say? My martial spirit has been released, so I naturally have to learn the rules of your Shrek Academy."

After he finished speaking, he did not move, but the soul power surrounding him suddenly condensed into an invisible storm, surging in all directions with him as the center.

Zhao Wuji's face suddenly changed. Although he was a Soul Saint, he was as small as a child in front of a Titled Douluo. Before he could react, an irresistible force enveloped him, as if he was firmly grasped by an invisible giant hand, unable to move.

Zhao Wuji's face turned pale as paper in an instant, and sweat slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, making a subtle but clear sound. His eyes were wide open, full of fear and despair, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty: "Your Majesty... spare my life!"

(End of this chapter)