463. Knocking Door

Inside the room.

Zhao Wuji rubbed his hands together, brimming with anticipation.

Just as he was contemplating how to train Tang San and the others in the future, a sudden eerie and effeminate voice echoed by his ear, freezing the smile on his face.

"Zhao Wuji~"

"Who’s there?!"

Zhao Wuji abruptly stood up.

As a Spirit Saint at the seventy-seventh rank, he was an elite within the Spirit Master realm, capable of sensing even the sound of falling leaves within a hundred meters.

But at this moment, that voice seemed rootless, like a drifting weed, directly invading his ears.

It left him disoriented, like a headless fly!

This voice was unfamiliar, and its owner’s strength immediately put Zhao Wuji on high alert.

"Who are you? If you’re human, don’t act like a cowardly dog!"

Zhao Wuji growled lowly, his muscles tensing as he stood and scanned the surroundings.

Years ago, his reputation had indeed been less than stellar.

But he hadn’t expected anyone to come seeking revenge after he’d cleaned up his act.

"Come out!"

The voice seemed annoyed, its tone becoming sharp and grating.

A faint presence guided Zhao Wuji in a specific direction.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Zhao Wuji showed no fear.

He was the legendary Immovable King, known for his ruthlessness in the past.

What’s more, he now had official backing—he wasn’t alone anymore!

Already irritated, he leaped through the window without hesitation, following the trail of that presence.

In no time, he left the Shrek Academy grounds and entered a small forest outside.

"Show yourself! I know you’re here!"

Zhao Wuji called out coldly, fully activating his Martial Spirit. Seven spirit rings—two yellow, two purple, and three black—rhythmically pulsed around him, causing the air to grow heavy.

"Heh."

A slightly hoarse and coquettish laugh came from behind a tree.

A black-clad figure emerged shortly after, stepping out from behind the tree.

Draped entirely in black, even their head was covered by a black hood.

Judging by the voice, they sounded like a rugged woman; by the physique, they resembled a burly man.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Wuji asked coldly. With his Martial Spirit activated, his burly and fierce demeanor made him radiate authority without effort.

The black-clad figure didn’t answer directly, instead speaking in a playful tone:
"Meeting the famous Immovable King in this small place is quite exciting. I’d love to spar with you and stretch my muscles."

As they spoke, the figure raised their right hand.

A black light condensed into a massive weapon, and their spirit rings became visible.

Two yellow, two purple, five black—nine rings in total!

They hovered silently around the figure.

"…"

Zhao Wuji shuddered at the sight of the nine spirit rings.

With difficulty, he squeezed out four words:
"Titled Douluo!"

Realizing the disparity in strength, Zhao Wuji immediately backed down, bowing respectfully.

"May I ask which esteemed senior is before me? Please don’t joke around with me. How could someone like me be worthy of sparring with you?"

"What’s there to be unworthy of?"

The black-clad figure raised their hand in a delicate orchid-like gesture, pointing at Zhao Wuji with a hint of mockery. Their body swayed slightly, exuding a strange charm.

"When you bullied those kids during the day, didn’t you have a great time?"

As they continued speaking, the black-clad figure swayed their bear-like waist and stepped toward Zhao Wuji, weapon in hand.

"I suddenly realized something..."

"Bullying feels pretty good. Let me bully you for a bit and have some fun."

Their voice remained hoarse and eerie, yet there was no oppressive aura emanating from their body.

Still, cold sweat dripped down Zhao Wuji’s face as his mind raced.

The Titled Douluo of the known world could be counted on one hand.

Each had a name and reputation, but none matched the eccentricity of the person before him.

Who was this strange figure?

Suddenly, the black-clad figure stopped a few meters away, still holding their orchid-like gesture.

They pointed in another direction and called out:
"Since you’re already here, why don’t you come out? Does it matter if it’s one or two?"

Swoosh!

A figure appeared in a flash.

Zhao Wuji’s expression relaxed immediately.

Beside him now stood a figure draped in feathers, with piercing orange-yellow vertical pupils and seven spirit rings beneath their feet.

"Boss Flender, this senior…"



Flender waved a hand at Zhao Wuji, signaling him to remain silent.

He scrutinized the black-clad figure before him, his eyes filled with uncertainty.

After a brief hesitation, he bowed respectfully.
“Greetings, Clear Sky Douluo.”

“Hiss—”

Zhao Wuji drew in a sharp breath, his heart tightening. He finally understood who stood before him—the one bold enough to challenge the Pope himself!

But soon after, excitement bubbled within Zhao Wuji’s chest.
This guy must be seeking death!

However, he quickly suppressed his emotions. If he wanted to earn any merit here, he’d first have to survive this ordeal.

Still, one thing puzzled him deeply.
When did Tang Hao, the man hailed as the strongest power-type Spirit Master in the Spirit Master world, become so... flamboyant?

Flender shared the same doubts. Just now, he had nearly failed to recognize him.

Tang Hao, however, didn’t bother with pretenses. With a faint nod and a cold demeanor, he said,
“No need for formalities. I’m here to cause trouble.”

“Four-Eyed Owl, Flender,” he continued, his voice sharp.

“Seventy-eighth rank? Impressive. The famed flying edge of the Golden Iron Triangle lives up to its name.”

Flender endured the strange, eerie voice and lowered his stance.
“That’s me. May I ask what offense Zhao Wuji has committed against Clear Sky Douluo? Perhaps I might mediate on his behalf?”

“Cut the nonsense!”

Tang Hao’s piercing voice rang out as he raised his orchid-like fingers and waved dismissively.

“You’d best step aside, or I’ll deal with you as well!”

Watching Flender retreat, Zhao Wuji’s face was filled with despair. He muttered helplessly,
“Your Excellency, at least let me know why I’m being punished!”

“Hmph! You bullied the young, so the elder must come to settle the score. That’s only fair, isn’t it?”

Tang Hao let out a mocking snort.

In the next instant, the massive weapon and spirit rings surrounding him completely vanished.

“Come at me!”

Before the words had even finished, Tang Hao had already closed the distance between them. He extended his orchid-like fingers toward Zhao Wuji.

Bang, bang! Boom!

“Aah—!”

The sounds of collision, sharp laughter, and cries of pain echoed through the forest.

Flender, watching from the side, couldn’t help but cover his eyes, unwilling to see more.

There was no need for a prolonged fight. In just a few dozen breaths, the “battle” was over.

Tang Hao, still holding his orchid fingers, calmly adjusted his clothes.

Zhao Wuji lay sprawled on the ground, his head swollen, eyes bruised, and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

His clothes had been torn open, revealing his muscular torso. He was bent over, panting heavily.

“That’s enough. From now on, I’ll leave Xiao San in your care.”

Tang Hao’s voice was calm, almost indifferent.

With that, his figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

“Flender, you… you’re unbelievable! Where’s your sense of camaraderie?!”

Zhao Wuji grumbled as Flender helped him up.

“You wanted me to get beaten up alongside you? Is that what camaraderie means to you?”

Flender shot back, clearly annoyed, though his eyes betrayed some lingering unease.

“Why did he rip your clothes off?”

“How would I know?”

Zhao Wuji grimaced, clutching at his torn clothing.

“But seriously, what’s with him? He’s nothing like a proper man anymore…”

“Watch your words!”

Flender frowned deeply, glancing around cautiously. He had similar thoughts but didn’t dare voice them.

“I’m not making this up,” Zhao Wuji whispered, his face turning ashen and bruised.

“I could swear I felt him touch me several times just now!”

“Enough!”

Flender, the Four-Eyed Owl, had seen it too but was unwilling to discuss it further.
“Maybe it’s just some kind of disguise.”

“Still, I didn’t expect Tang San to be his son.”

Hearing this, a spark of realization flickered in Zhao Wuji’s eyes.

“That’s right... the son of Clear Sky Douluo!”