Douluo Sharingan, I really didn't coerce Xiao Wu!

Chapter 109 News of the Master

"Ah!" The sudden question startled Xiao Wu, and she immediately became nervous.

She was flustered, but still managed a forced smile and said, "Third Brother, I'm not fat at all, you must be mistaken."

Liu Erlong's eyes narrowed as she realized the seriousness of the problem; Tang San had indeed become suspicious.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a glance, both showing shock; the amount of information they were about to receive was considerable.

Judging from Tang San's reaction, he seems unaware that Xiao Wu is pregnant.

Or rather, that child wasn't Tang San's?

The thought popped into her head, and even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing couldn't remain calm; the amount of information was simply too much.

"Hey, what level is your soul power now?" Liu Erlong interjected, trying to divert attention.

Tang San, as expected, wasn't paying attention to Xiao Wu and replied, "Last night, my soul power broke through to level forty-two."

"Not bad, not bad, little sister, keep up the good work and live up to the master's expectations of you," Flander said.

Dai Mubai patted Tang San on the shoulder and laughed, "Not bad, Xiao San. Neither Xiao Ao nor I have broken through yet, but your talent is getting more and more monstrous."

With everyone chatting away, Tang San completely forgot about the incident and stopped paying attention to Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to get away with it. She wanted to stay by her third brother's side, but didn't know how to face Tang San.

This journey is long, from Tiandou City to Wuhun City, and will take about twenty days, all of which will be spent in carriages.

The finals will be a knockout tournament with a total of 33 teams, and the champion, runner-up and third place will be determined in ten days.

The large army, having left Tiandou City less than an hour ago, encountered an outsider.

"Halt! Who are you?" The knight brandished his weapon, pointing his sword at the newcomer.

This was a burly man, dressed in tattered, ragged clothes stained with blood, looking extremely disheveled.

"I'm looking for Shrek Academy!" The man's voice was hoarse, and his face was cold.

The knights exchanged glances, not recognizing each other, and were unsure what to do.

The other party came with a menacing attitude; it was clear at a glance that they were there to cause trouble.

"Your Excellency, please tell us where we come from, otherwise we cannot meet your demands." General Roxon, clad in silver armor, stepped forward.

"I am also a Soul Master from Heaven Dou City." The burly man's eyes were cold as he revealed an identity token.

Roxon took it, examined it for a few moments, and then returned it to the other party.

"Please wait here a moment, sir. I will go and inform Shrek's team leader."

General Roxon left and went to Shrek's carriage to tell Flander and Liu Erlong everything.

"You mean, someone is looking for Shrek?" Flander asked, looking puzzled.

General Roxon said, "That's right, Dean Flander, we've checked the visitor's cultivation level; he's just a level 56 Soul King."

The Shrek members all got off the carriage, drawn in by the conversation between the three.

"Dean, what happened?" Tang San and Dai Mubai asked in confusion.

Chen Xuan, Jiang Zhu, and the others got off the carriage and walked towards the Shrek Seven Devils, just in time to hear the second half of Roxson's sentence.

"Soul King, level 56?" Chen Xuan's eyelids twitched. This soul power level was something he hadn't been too sensitive about lately.

He immediately recalled the memories transmitted by the shadow clone: ​​a day or two ago, the two Soul King powerhouses who were escorting Yu Xiaogang were severely beaten by the shadow clone who had transformed into Tang San.

"General Roxson, let him in. One person alone won't make a fuss," Flander said, quite confident in his own strength.

Liu Erlong tacitly agreed that with the two Soul Saints in charge, plus Soul Emperor Qin Ming, they were not afraid of anyone.

"Alright, I'll bring them here right away."

General Roxon turned and left, sending someone to let the burly man in.

Roxon returned shortly afterward, accompanied by a tall man, who stood 2.2 meters tall, with well-developed limbs and a robust physique.

The other person looked rather disheveled, with tattered clothes covered in dust and blood; he didn't look like a good person at all.

Chen Xuan recognized the other party at a glance; it was the Soul King who was being controlled by the water clone.

He felt a little guilty, afraid of being recognized, but then he relaxed.

The burly man followed behind Roxon, approaching step by step. When he saw a blue figure in the crowd, the murderous intent in his eyes surged instantly.

Tang San frowned, sensing a killing intent emanating from the man.

"Dean Flander, the person has been brought here. I'll be returning to the front lines now." Roxon clasped his hands in a fist salute to the Shrek team before leaving, as there were still many things he needed to handle personally.

Flander, with his sharp cat-like eyes, looked at the filthy man and asked, "May I ask what business this brother has with Shrek?"

Although he knew that Yu Xiaogang had hired two Soul Kings, he had never met them in person, so he did not recognize the person in front of him.

Liu Erlong's face was cold as she stared at the other party warily. As a fellow Soul Saint, how could she not sense the killing intent?

With two Soul Saints and a Soul Emperor in command, he wouldn't be able to make a ripple.

"I have something important to discuss with young friend Tang San." The Soul King man's face was covered in dust, and his gaze was extremely sharp as he kept staring at the blue figure.

In his eyes, this elegant Tang San was actually a treacherous bastard who betrayed his master and ancestors, a disgrace to humanity, with extremely vicious methods, who could even kill his own teacher.

His brother was seriously injured and nearly died. If it weren't for a kind passerby, he would have left long ago.

Tang San frowned; sure enough, they were coming for him.

Flander remained expressionless and said, "Let's talk here, or we can go back."

The Soul King man remained expressionless and calmly said, "It concerns Master Guan."

He only uttered a few words, then shut up and stopped talking.

"What do you mean!" Flander's eyes narrowed, but he remained relatively calm. In an instant, he thought of many possibilities. Could it be that Yu Xiaogang had been kidnapped by the other party?

"What's wrong with Xiaogang? Has something happened to him?!" Liu Erlong was extremely agitated and unable to calm down.

If Xiao Wu hadn't stopped her, she probably would have rushed forward.

The Soul King man remained silent, his gaze fixed on Tang San, his intentions quite clear.

He was enduring, suppressing the boiling rage in his heart. If it weren't for the two Soul Saints present, he would have wanted to rush over and tear his opponent to pieces, tear out his tendons and drink his blood.

Flander finally understood: this person's target was the mistress. Even knowing the other party's purpose, he still had to get involved and couldn't refuse.

"Xiao San, go ahead." Liu Erlong didn't care about anything else and directly told Tang San to go and talk to the other party.

Tang San was equally serious; he valued his teacher's information just as much. He and the man moved away from the crowd and stopped thirty meters away.

During this time, he circulated his internal energy, his eyes flashed with purple light, and his palms were stained with a layer of jade green. His Purple Demon Eyes and Mysterious Jade Hands were both activated.

"Uncle, can you tell me now? What exactly happened to the teacher?" Tang San asked.

The Soul King man sneered, as if he had heard a joke.

"Still playing dumb even now? What a hypocrite! Die!"

The Soul King suddenly sprang to his feet, his soul power surging to the sky. He drew a gleaming broadsword, accompanied by the flashing of three soul rings. At this moment, his aura was incredibly dense, like a prehistoric behemoth.

(End of this chapter)