At the same time, he greatly admired Tang San. From a talent perspective, this Tang San was even stronger than Dai Mubai. It's just that his innate martial soul was slightly weaker, otherwise, it's possible that he would become an extraordinary powerhouse in the future.
He clenched his right fist and pounded it into the center of his left palm, and Zhao Wuji sighed, "I'm so unlucky. How did I end up with this little hedgehog? It seems that in the future, I'll have to properly discipline him. A jade that is not polished will not become a useful vessel." As he said the last sentence, an evil smile spread across Zhao Wuji's face.
"Zhao Wuji." Just as Zhao Wuji was thinking about how to properly train Tang San in the future, a sudden voice caused the smile on his face to freeze instantly.
He was a seventy-sixth-level Soul Saint, and in the entire Douluo Continent's soul master realm, he was a high-ranking existence. His soul power had grown strong enough to form a strange aura around his body, allowing him to clearly distinguish the sound of leaves falling within a hundred meters around him. Yet at this moment, he didn't feel anyone around him, and this voice directly pierced his ears, sounding as if someone was speaking next to him. This strength made Zhao Wuji extremely vigilant; he didn't recognize this voice, but he could be certain that the person's strength was not below his own.
"Who?" Zhao Wujie suddenly stood up, his eyes radiating a cold light. In the past, he had not been well-known in the Soul Master realm and had many enemies. These years of hiding in Shrek Academy had been peaceful, but unexpectedly, at this moment, a powerful opponent appeared.
"Come out." A faint and elusive breath locked onto Zhao Wuji's body.
Zhao Wuji stepped out of the window without hesitation and arrived outside. His soul power suddenly surged to its peak, cautiously guarding himself while also searching for any movements around him.
What kind of person is Zhao Wuji? The motionless Ming Wang, who was also the master of countless killings at first, was provoked by an unknown opponent in this way. Adding to the suffocating air that had been suppressed in his chest all day, he suddenly became furious. He exerted force under his feet and quickly chased in the direction where the breath led. In a short while, he had already left the range of Shrek Academy and came to a forest outside. The thread of breath also disappeared here.
"Come out. I know you're here." Zhao Wuji growled in a low voice. At the same time, he completed his martial soul fusion in the first moment, seven soul rings surrounding his body moving up and down rhythmically, shining with dazzling light, especially those three black ten-thousand-year soul rings, which looked even more astonishingly profound.
A black figure slowly emerged from behind a large tree. The man was shrouded in black clothing, even wearing a black hood on his head, and from the outside, it could only be seen that he was a tall man.
"What kind of person are you?" Zhao Wujie shouted in a cold voice, having completed the Soul Master's Great Strength Golden Bear Possession, his entire body exuding a wild aura that commanded respect without him even getting angry.
The man in black did not directly answer his words, but instead said lightly: "In this small place, I met the Unmoving Ming Wang. I just wanted to spar with you a bit. It's been a long time since I've exercised my bones."
As he spoke, the man in black slowly raised his right hand, and instantly, a black light gathered in his palm, transforming into a massive object. At the same time, nine soul rings quietly appeared on his body. Two yellow, two purple, five black. The nine soul rings did not vibrate like Zhao Wuji's, but instead remained still, suspended at different positions on the man in black's body, completely enveloping him. The nine soul rings were extremely terrifying, especially the last one, which had a faint red glow emanating from within the black color.
If a master were here, he would definitely see that although they are both ten-thousand-year soul rings, the difference is enormous. For example, the soul ring produced by a ten-thousand-year soul beast and one produced by a ninety-thousand-year soul beast cannot be the same. That black color with a hint of red represents that this soul ring has at least reached the standard of ninety thousand years.
Seeing the black-clothed person release nine soul rings, Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine. As a Soul Sage-level soul master, he understood the gap between high-level soul masters all too well. Once they reached level 60 and above, even if they were only one level apart, there was still a certain difference in strength. On the surface, it seemed that he and the black-clothed person should be about twenty levels apart, but he knew very clearly that the gap between him and this black-clothed person was even greater than the gap between Tang San's soul power and his own.
"Seal of the Douluo." With great difficulty, Zhao Wujie spat out these four words. His unmoving body as the Ming Wang was trembling slightly. If he was considered a high-level existence among soul masters, then the Seal of the Douluo was the pinnacle of existence among soul masters.
The overbearing tone was gone, Zhao Wuji hurriedly bowed and greeted, "May I ask which senior has arrived. Don't joke with me anymore. How can I be worthy of crossing swords with you?"
The man in black said faintly, "What's suitable or not. When you were bullying those kids during the day, wasn't it going well? I found that bullying people seems to feel pretty good. Let me bully you too. Of course, you can think that I'm taking advantage of my strength."
Without any aura emanating from him, the man in black held that enormous object and walked step by step towards Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wujie's mind was racing, on the continent, the number of title Douluos could be counted on one hand, each and every one of them were famous with a name and surname, this title Douluo in front of him was clearly an equipment spirit master, and those who had reached the level of title Douluo among equipment spirit masters were even fewer, so who exactly was he?
Suddenly, the man in black stopped ten meters away from Zhao Wuji, "Since you're here, come out. What's the difference between one and two?"
