Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 78 Beating Zhao Wuji (6)

Hearing this, Tang San nodded solemnly, his eyes gleaming with determination, "Brother Muyun, I will definitely pay attention to it, both for myself and for our friendship."

After saying that, he turned and looked at Xiao Wu beside him, his eyes full of tenderness and trust.

"Brother Muyun, let me introduce you. This is my sister, Xiaowu."

Xiao Wu stood not far away, her big eyes showing both curiosity and a hint of subtle vigilance. She looked at Li Muyun, and her lively eyes seemed to contain thousands of words.

Seeing this, Li Muyun smiled more gently and walked towards Xiao Wu slowly, his tone full of sincerity: "Xiao Wu, what a nice name!"

Li Muyun pondered in his heart, his eyes inadvertently sweeping around, as if he could penetrate space and see through those unknown undercurrents. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows, but it could not conceal the depth and alertness in his eyes.

A thought flashed through his mind quickly, about the huge figure hiding in the dark - Tang Hao. Although this former Haotian Douluo has retired now, he has never relaxed his protection of his son.

Li Muyun knew very well that Xiao Wu's identity was extraordinary. As a hundred thousand year old soul beast transformed into a human form, her existence was enough to drive any soul master crazy.

However, Tang Hao's existence was like an invisible barrier, shattering all thoughts of coveting Xiao Wu's power.

Li Muyun had no intention of killing Xiao Wu. The first reason was that he was afraid that if he killed Xiao Wu, his God's perspective would no longer exist. In fact, there was another reason, which was that Tang Hao was protecting Tang San and Xiao Wu in secret. After all, Xiao Wu was a spirit ring that Tang Hao gave to Tang San. Otherwise, Xiao Wu would have been killed by Tang Hao on the first day of school. After all, even if the spirit ring was removed, a hundred thousand year spirit bone was still a good thing.

Although he is now also a Titled Douluo, compared to someone who can withstand Bibi Dong's attack of becoming a god without falling, Li Muyun said that he can't afford to offend him now.

Xiao Wu nodded gently, but she did not move forward. Instead, she took a small step back, and a hint of imperceptible vigilance flashed in her bright big eyes.

She looked up at Li Muyun, her clear eyes seemed to contain thousands of words, but in the end they only turned into a faint smile, which contained a bit of alienation and self-protection.

Xiao Wu's fingers gently stroked the corners of her clothes, as if she was looking for a sense of security, or as if she was confirming something. She clearly felt the murderous intent in Li Muyun's eyes just now, but for some reason, it disappeared later!

Li Muyun's eyes inadvertently swept across the unconscious Zhao Wuji on the ground, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Walking up to Tang San, he gently patted Tang San's shoulder, the strength was just right, conveying both strength and deep trust and encouragement. "Xiao San, remember, the road to becoming strong is never an easy one. Every step of your growth will be a solid foundation for you to fight against the wind and rain in the future."

Li Muyun's voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate the heart and reach the depths of Tang San's soul.

"I'm leaving now. Xiao San, you should practice well on your own. I look forward to the day when you become a Titled Douluo."

Li Muyun looked at Flanders again and said, "By the way, Flanders, take good care of your students and don't let them harm the little girl."

As Li Muyun finished speaking, he turned and left, his steps firm and carefree. Zhu Zhuqing followed closely behind him, her steps light, like a shadow in the night, silent and motionless. Her eyes stayed on Dai Mubai for a moment, then quickly retracted, turned to the side of Li Muyun who had already left, and then quickly followed.

Dai Mubai's eyes were complicated, with both reluctance to let Zhu Zhuqing leave and inexplicable anger and helplessness at Li Muyun's words. The corners of his tightly pursed mouth twitched slightly, as if he was holding back something, and his eyes wandered between the directions where Zhu Zhuqing and Li Muyun disappeared.

After Li Muyun left, Zhao Wuji stood up immediately. Although he was a little staggering, his eyes were shining with unyielding light. He patted the dust off his body, and the seemingly casual action revealed a sense of dominance and power.

Flanders stepped forward quickly, frowning, and asked with concern: "Wuji, are you okay? That kid didn't hit you lightly."

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, as if the beating just now was just a warm-up for him.

"Flanders, when have you ever seen me, Zhao Wuji, afraid of pain? This minor injury is just a superficial wound, it's no big deal." As he spoke, he stretched his muscles and bones, and there was a slight cracking sound at the joints, showing his strong physique and recovery ability.

Flanders asked, "Is the assessment still possible?"

Zhao Wuji smiled and said, "It's okay, I can do it!"

"..."

The night was as dark as ink, the stars were sparse, and Shrek Academy was completely quiet, with only the breeze blowing through the leaves, making a rustling sound.

In Zao Wou-Ki's dormitory, the flickering candlelight illuminated his resolute face and the scars on his body. He sat on the bed, wiping the bruises on his body with his rough hands, with a bitter smile on his lips.

Just as he closed his eyes to rest and prepare to use his soul power to repair his injuries, a shadow suddenly flashed outside the window, so fast that he could hardly catch it. Zhao Wuji suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed with brilliance, a powerful soul power surged out of his body, and he looked out the window vigilantly.

Outside the window, a burly figure flashed like a ghost. It was Tang Hao. His eyes, as deep as an ancient pond, sparkled with unquestionable majesty in the night.

Before Zhao Wuji could react, a powerful soul force surged like a raging wave, covering the entire room. Tang Hao's figure seemed to have passed through the constraints of space and instantly appeared in front of Zhao Wuji, punching him with a force that could destroy the world and go straight to Zhao Wuji's chest.

Zhao Wuji was shocked, but reacted quickly. He crossed his hands over his chest and used all his strength to try to block the sudden attack.

However, at the moment when the two forces collided, Zhao Wuji only felt an indescribable force coming from the end of his fist, and the whole person was blown away like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall heavily, and then slid to the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Tang Hao stood still, the air around him seemed to freeze, an ancient and majestic aura gushed out of his body. He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a brilliant black light gradually condensed, and finally turned into a huge black Haotian Hammer. On the hammer, runes flowed, exuding a heart-pounding pressure. This was not only the manifestation of the martial spirit, but also the absolute control and release of power.

(End of this chapter)