Never offended anyone?
A low laugh echoed from beneath the black robe. The robed figure's voice sounded again, tinged with nonchalance: "I haven't stretched my limbs in a long time. As the esteemed Immovable King happens to be here, I'm quite keen to spar with you."
As the words fell, the figure leaped from a branch, landing lightly on the ground. The hem of his black robe merely rippled slightly, not billowing out.
"Spar?" Zhao Wuji looked at this strange individual, who had retracted his killing intent, with a peculiar expression. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the figure approaching him with unhurried steps.
As he walked, the black-robed figure raised a hand.
Dark light coalesced in his palm, stretching into a black hammer. Two yellow lights slowly ascended from beneath his feet, followed by a deep purple, thousand-year spirit ring.
The words Zhao Wuji had on the tip of his tongue turned into a dismissive snort. Just as a relaxed expression began to form on his face, the emerging spirit rings did not stop.
After the third thousand-year spirit ring, another purple spirit ring appeared, then a pitch-black, ten-thousand-year sixth ring, and a ten-thousand-year seventh ring...
Zhao Wuji's relaxed expression froze. After the black eighth ring surfaced, it turned to astonishment, and finally, as a scarlet radiance dyed the surroundings a deep red, beads of cold sweat broke out on his forehead under the gradually rising pressure of immense spiritual power.
Nine spirit rings of varying colors floated quietly around the black-robed figure, completely enveloping him.
"Red... hundred thousand years... ninth ring..." Zhao Wuji's confidence vanished completely. His robust legs trembled visibly under the scarlet light.
As Zhao Wuji, the "Immovable King," he had also heard tales of what a red spirit ring represented when he roamed the continent.
It not only signified immense power but even hinted at the vast family behind this individual!
"Titled Douluo!"
Zhao Wuji's expression was now one of sheer terror.
He wanted to flee, but the opponent's formidable aura had locked onto him. Moreover, he had no confidence in escaping from a Titled Douluo of over level ninety.
Zhao Wuji swallowed with difficulty, his expression swiftly turning respectful. With extreme trepidation, he cupped his fists and bowed to the robed figure, cautiously asking, "May I ask... which senior graces us with your presence? My humble strength is insignificant. How could I be worthy of sparring with you? Please do not jest with me."
A jest! A Titled Douluo wants to spar with a Spirit Sage like him?
Even if it wasn't a one-sided beating where his head would be used as a ball!
The robed figure, seeing the other's terrified demeanor, let out a cold snort. "Weren't you quite enthusiastic about bullying those children earlier today?"
Zhao Wuji froze.
The children from earlier today?
His mind immediately went to Ning Rongrong, who possessed the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda martial soul among his new batch of monstrous students. He identified her as the prime suspect.
But...
Zhao Wuji, who suspected the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School but lacked concrete proof, saw his expression shift repeatedly, unable to form a definitive conclusion.
It was common knowledge that the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School only had two Titled Douluos – Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo.
Both were renowned figures who had repelled many ill-intentioned individuals. And as everyone knew, their martial souls were a sword and bones, respectively, with no connection to a hammer.
A hammer...
Something flashed in Zhao Wuji's mind, but he couldn't grasp it.
Meanwhile, the black-robed figure's voice, like a devil's whisper, continued its monologue: "Looking at you today, I discovered that bullying seems to feel rather good. Let me have a go at bullying you as well."
These words nearly scared Zhao Wuji's soul out of him: "!"
His stout body trembled, his pupils constricting rapidly. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, he heard the other person say:
"Of course, you can consider this me—bullying the weak."
Zhao Wuji, being the weaker party: "!"
Damn it, this is a disaster!
This person has made up their mind to mess with him!
—Author's notes—
Zhao Wuji: Help! I'm being beaten!
A certain owl: On the way, don't make a sound.