Numb.
Zhao Wuji was completely numb.
He never expected that this kid's martial soul could mutate to such an extent.
If he remembered correctly, wasn't this guy just a Great Soul Master?
How could it be this outrageous?!
It was dazzling!
Just as he was still trying to figure things out, a sharp pain suddenly shot across his face—and at the same time, a scorpion braid wrapped tightly around his neck.
"Teacher Zhao, please stay focused!!"
Amid a tiger's roar, Dai Mubai slashed with his claws and yelled angrily, attacking Zhao Wuji head-on. Two beams of brilliant light shone from his body, instantly boosting both his speed and strength.
High above, Ning Rongrong's pretty face was flushed red. The pagoda in her hand sparkled continuously, releasing beams of radiant light that rained downwards.
"You little bastards—do you need me to teach you personally?!"
