"Zhao Wuji, come out."
A deep, hoarse voice exploded in Zhao Wuji's ear.
Zhao Wuji was startled, and the indignation in his heart, as if splashed with a basin of ice water, instantly extinguished.
His usually flippant expression changed, turning solemn. Killing intent and cold light erupted in his eyes. His entire demeanor was like a lion waking from slumber and discovering an enemy invading its territory, radiating a powerful aura.
"Who?!"
With a dark expression, Zhao Wuji's mind raced, pondering if his enemies had found him.
After all, before arriving at Shrek Academy, he had roamed the continent for a long time, making enemies with all sorts of people, and many had indeed become his foes.
Over the years, after establishing Shrek Academy with Flander, the sharp edges he displayed externally had somewhat smoothed out due to the recent peaceful days. He hadn't expected that today, someone of considerable strength would seek him out.
An enemy, or someone else?
As he mused, the deep, hoarse voice spoke again, repeating the last few words:
"You come out."
A faint but powerful aura precisely locked onto Zhao Wuji.
Zhao Wuji was no stranger to this dangerous aura that made his hair stand on end.
It was because when he used tracking and locking soul skills, he also locked onto the target's aura first!
Thinking that he had already been locked onto by the opponent, Zhao Wuji simply flipped out the window, instantly activating his martial soul possession, circulating his soul power to the extreme, and charging into the deep night.
As he moved forward, Zhao Wuji cautiously guarded the surrounding dense bushes and vegetation, lest the person hiding in the dark launch a surprise attack.
When he roamed the continent, he was a man who had killed countless people. Unlike his students, he knew the attitude and actions required when facing unknown enemies.
However, he had almost reached the depths of the back mountain without finding the person hiding in the dark.
The provocation of an unknown opponent, coupled with the frustration of being suppressed by a few youngsters under level forty during the day, ignited the flames of anger in his heart.
He pushed off the ground with more force, leaving a pit in the earth, and Zhao Wuji had already pursued a wisp of aura deliberately released by the person to the center of the back mountain.
"Come out, I know you're here." Zhao Wuji said in a deep voice, unleashing the soul power pressure of a Soul Sage without reservation. The overwhelming might, making it difficult to breathe, instantly enveloped the forest, startling the summer cicadas chirping in the bushes into silence and disappearance, too afraid to emerge.
"Rustle, rustle,"
A faint sound came from the bushes. Zhao Wuji spun around abruptly, his eyes as large as copper bells glaring fiercely at the source of the sound. Beneath the lush green leaves, a squirrel, clutching a pine nut, trembled and flicked its bushy tail as it darted away.
Zhao Wuji's face darkened. Just as he was about to curse, a terrifying coldness suddenly crept up his back.
Behind him!
A trace of dense killing intent mixed with the fresh air. Even Zhao Wuji, who had experienced seas of blood and mountains of corpses, felt his pupils contract and his heart seize with terror.
He suppressed the chilling sensation that made his scalp tingle and looked at the black-robed figure standing on the branch of a large tree, his muscles tensed to the extreme.
So terrifying! I didn't detect the source of this person's aura at all!
This guy deliberately released that wisp of aura to lure me here!
The black-robed figure, standing against the moonlight, looked down at Zhao Wuji. The familiar hoarse voice slowly emanated from beneath the black robe: "I didn't expect to see the Immovable King in such a small place."
He stood motionless on the high branch, the killing intent he exuded completely retracted the moment Zhao Wuji turned and discovered his position, as if releasing the killing intent was merely to allow Zhao Wuji to locate him.
Facing such terrifying control, Zhao Wuji felt a chill run down his spine, but he was also more puzzled as to why he was targeted by such a person.
"I don't recognize your voice. I don't think I've ever offended you?" Sudan Novel Network
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