Chapter XXXIX

The toughness of the Holy Devil Sword permanently increased by 50%? Yes! Very nice! As for the previous reward, an increase of twenty years of life, it was basically like a mosquito's meat to Tang Ao. It was insignificant. After all, he could increase his lifespan by ten years every day.

Therefore, the reward of twenty years was nothing compared to permanently increasing the toughness of the Holy Devil Sword. ...

While Tang Ao was thinking this, Zhao Wuji, who was placed on his neck with his sword, finally reacted. Veins instantly popped out on his forehead and his expression became extremely ugly.

"I say, little fellow, since you have won... That... Hurry up and move your Martial Soul away!"

"Mm." Tang Ao did not refute and directly put the Holy Devil Sword away. After all, Zhao Wuji's current strength was not some Soul Monarch, but an even stronger Soul Saint!

Unless he was willing to go crazy and become a Life Spending, he naturally wouldn't be a match for Zhao Wuji right now. After Tang Ao withdrew his hand, Zhao Wuji glanced at a young man who had just rushed over from afar and shouted in a deep voice.

"Xiaoao, give me one sausage and sausage each!"

"Ah? Oh, okay, Mr. Zhao. "

Although he didn't know what was going on here, Oscar still hurriedly chanted an incantation. "I have a big sausage!"

"I have a small sausage!"

"Hand it over!" Zhao Wuji stuffed the super large sausages and super detoxifying sausages into his mouth. After a moment, the energy in his body was almost recovered. Seeing this scene, Xiaowu and the other two girls looked at Oscar with eyes full of vigilance. After all, this guy's incantation was really too...

However, compared to the three girls, some information about this young man appeared in Tang Ao's mind. Oscar, the food type support Soul Master. Although the Martial Soul was a weirdo like sausages, he had a rare innate full soul power in the support type that was rarely seen in a hundred years.

In the future, he would become the successor of the Culinary God, and his future would be bright! Thinking of this, Tang Ao strode towards him. "Can you give me a sausage?"

Although he could use Life Spending to recover his energy, to be honest, who would complain about having too many lives? If he could have Oscar, a support-type Soul Master, there was no need for him to use Life Spending to recover his soul energy.

He could use Life Spending to increase his combat strength! "Ah? Of course, of course."

Oscar, who had felt a little awkward because his Martial Soul had been rejected, now looked much better. He excitedly finished chanting the spell and handed the sausage to him.

"Thank you for not rejecting my Martial Soul, but I still need to tell you the truth. Although my Martial Soul is unpleasant to the ear, its effect is very good!"

"I believe you." Tang Ao nodded and directly threw the sausage into his mouth. After eating the sausage, Tang Ao turned his head to look at Xiaowu and the others behind him and said calmly.

"Xiaowu, Mo, Zhuqing, Rongrong. The recovery effect of this sausage is indeed not bad. You guys can try it." ... "

Hearing Tang Ao's words, the three girls and Tang San were silent. Obviously, they still couldn't speak. Regarding this, Tang Ao didn't make things difficult for them. After all, this kind of thing couldn't be rushed.

"Mubai, take these little fellows to their respective dorms. I'll be leaving first." Ignoring Tang Ao and the others, Zhao Wuji turned around and left. This was too embarrassing.

He, the dignified Seven Rings winner, the Immovable Ming King Zhao Wuji, would actually lose to such a little brat in front of everyone. This was too embarrassing!

Seeing Zhao Wuji leave dejectedly, Dai Mubai said with a somewhat helpless smile. "Don't mind him. Mr. Zhao is actually a good person. It's his responsibility to attack you."

"Next, let me take you to your respective residences."

"Thank you."

Next, Tang Ao and the others returned to their dorms to rest with Dai Mubai's help. Late at night, Zhao Wuji, the dean of Shrek Academy, and Flander came to the back mountain of Shrek together to evaluate the students who had come to register.

However, they did not realize that at this moment, a tall and sturdy figure wearing a black robe was standing on a tree not far away.

"Zhao Wuji of the Acala King, Flander of the Golden Iron Triangle."

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?" The sudden voice caused Zhao Wuji and Flander's bodies to tense up at the same time. They immediately unleashed all seven of their Soul Ring.

The other party was able to sneak into the back mountain of Shrek Academy

without anyone noticing, and had even told them their names. This meant that the strength and identity of this person was absolutely not simple!

Could it be that this was their enemy? But just as the two of them were nervously staring at the black shadow, the black shadow suddenly appeared in front of them as well. At the same time, nine Soul Rings appeared in an instant. Especially the blood red ninth Soul Ring.

Under the night sky, it looked especially scarlet and demonic, emitting destructive waves. This person actually had a hundred thousand year Soul Rings! Douro Title!

"May I know who you are? Why have you come to my Shrek Academy? We haven't offended you, have we? "

After recognizing the opponent's strength, Flander lowered his head and admitted defeat. Even the famous Immoveable King, Zhao Wuji, lowered his head and remained silent. He didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Because, this guy in front of them wasn't someone they could fight against! There was only one outcome for him to act recklessly...

Death! The black shadow indifferently took off the black cloth covering his head. A Vast Heaven Hammer emitting a domineering aura was now directly smashed to the ground by him with one hand.

This person was Tang Ao and Tang San's father. Great Heaven Douro, Tang Hao!

"No offense? Flander, if you hit the small one, the old one will naturally come." Upon hearing Tang Hao's words, Flander's face instantly stiffened.

This was the ferocious man who had killed the previous Pope of Martial Soul Hall, the Vast Heaven Douro! In front of the other party, the two of them were like ants, insignificant. Wait a minute.

The Vast Heaven Douro seemed to have just said that Zhao Wuji had hit his child? Damn, those two little monsters were actually this adult's children. No wonder their talent was so terrifying.

"Ah? You are the father of those two children, Hao... Hao Tian, Your Excellency Hao Tian. I really didn't know that they are your children. If I knew, I wouldn't dare to make a move even if I were beaten to death!"

"It's useless to say more. Zhao Wuji, I won't use the Martial Soul from now on. If you don't die, I can let bygones be bygones for today's matter, but you have to do one thing."

Speaking up to this point, Tang Hao's aura suddenly soared. "But if you can't hold on and die, then it will be your life!"

"Ah? No, Your Excellency Haotian, I really know my mistake! Please give me a chance!"

"Ahhhhh..."