Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

They need to reflect on their actions?

Tang San slowly raised his head.

Beneath his black, tousled hair, his eyes, usually calm and undisturbed, were now like a bottomless, icy pool, yet surging with a chilling rage that sent shivers down one's spine.

His gaze first fell on Cinderella beside him.

When Tang San saw her pale face, the cold sweat on her forehead, and her slightly trembling yet stubbornly straight back, the anger in his heart exploded as if boiling oil had been poured on it.

elder sister……

The person he cherished most, the one he vowed to protect with his life.

After being reborn into this world, he was the only one who gave him warmth and made him feel that life still had meaning.

Now, for such absurd reasons, he is being tortured by a mysterious Soul Saint using his power.

Why?

Just because they have no connections? Just because they look easy to bully?

Zhao Wuji, you're asking for death!

The coldness in Tang San's eyes instantly transformed into a tangible killing intent.

Zhao Wuji frowned and looked at Tang San.

When he saw Tang San's eyes clearly, his heart skipped a beat.

What kind of look was that?

Cold and deathly silent, it was as if they were looking at a dead person, not a Soul Saint teacher.

Zhao Wuji had only ever seen that look in the eyes of desperate criminals who had truly experienced mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and whose minds were twisted.

How could this happen to a twelve-year-old boy?

But then, Zhao Wuji's anger intensified.

You dare glare at me?

Still dare to harbor murderous intent?

It's the other way around!

If I don't completely shatter the arrogance of you two brats today, I'm not worthy of the title "Immovable King"!

Zhao Wuji sneered, and the oppressive aura emanating from him intensified once more!

The air seemed to turn into a viscous solid, squeezing inwards from all directions!

"sister!"

Tang San let out a low roar and took a step forward, using his body to shield Cinderella.

He endured the doubled pressure of gravity, his chest tightened, and a metallic taste rose in his throat, which he forced down.

But his back remained perfectly straight.

Like a pine tree that stands firm in the wind and snow.

"Zhao Wuji".

Tang San spoke, his voice hoarse, yet terrifyingly calm.

You want us to reflect on our actions?

Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes: "What? You know you were wrong now? Too late! If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know what respecting your teachers and valuing the way, or what team spirit is!"

"Team spirit?"

Tang San suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint and indistinct, yet it carried an indescribable sarcasm and coldness.

"You expect us to talk about teamwork for people like Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun?"

"Zhao Wuji, are you... getting senile?"

Tang San spoke the last five words very softly, yet they clearly reached everyone's ears.

Dai Mubai's expression changed, and anger surged in his evil eyes.

Ma Hongjun was so angry he jumped up and down: "Tang San! What the hell did you say?!"

Oscar turned pale with fright and frantically tried to signal Tang San with his eyes.

A faint ripple flickered in Zhu Zhuqing's icy eyes.

Zhao Wuji was stunned.

He could hardly believe his ears.

This kid... this twelve-year-old kid... actually dared to call him senile?

"Okay...okay! Okay!"

Zhao Wuji was so angry that he trembled all over and said "good" three times in a row, his face twitching.

"Sharp-tongued and reckless! You're courting death! Today I'll show you what it means to be an untouchable Soul Saint!"

He no longer cared about propriety or lessons learned.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was furious. He wanted Tang San to kneel in front of him and kowtow to admit his mistake!

He wanted everyone to know that in Shrek Academy, his words, Zhao Wuji's words, were the rule!

"Your Majesty!"

Zhao Wuji roared, his voice like thunder!

The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, crashed down on Tang San and Cinderella.

Chapter 278 Dragon Beard Needle

Cinderella groaned, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, her delicate body swaying precariously.

Tang San stood in front of her, his legs rooted to the ground like nails, causing the bluestone slabs beneath his feet to shatter inch by inch!

His face turned red, and fine blood vessels seeped from his seven orifices.

Even with the Xuan Tian Gong activated to its maximum, it still couldn't completely withstand the Soul Saint's full-force, enraged pressure.

The bones groaned, the internal organs trembled, and the brain felt as if it were being pounded by a heavy hammer.

But Tang San's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

It was a kind of calmness that was crazy to the extreme.

He knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Zhao Wuji has lost his mind; if this continues, his sister will get hurt.

He absolutely will not allow it!

Since you, Zhao Wuji, are unreasonable, then don't blame me, Tang San, for being unethical!

Tang San's right hand silently slid towards the Twenty-Four Bridges Under the Moon at his waist.

His movements were slow and stealthy.

Under the oppressive aura of the Soul Saint, every tiny movement felt like struggling in a swamp.

However, Tang San's control over his body had already reached an extremely high level.

The internal energy of the Mysterious Heaven Skill silently enveloped his right hand, isolating it from some of the oppressive force.

His fingertips touched a cold, hard object in the moonlit night of the Twenty-Four Bridges.

It was a ball of needles, as fine as cow's hair, golden in color, curled up into a small ball.

Dragon Beard Needle!

One of the top-ranked hidden weapons in the Tang Clan's Hundred Hidden Weapons Explanation.

It is forged from gold and expanded when infused with internal energy. It is as thin as a hair, yet indestructible. It is designed to break through protective qi. Once inside the body, it curls up upon contact with blood, causing excruciating pain and is extremely difficult to remove.

In recent years, with the gold soul coins left by Tang Hao, Tang San has secretly collected materials and already forged a batch of Tang Sect hidden weapons for future use.

Dragon Beard Needle is the most difficult to refine and the most insidious of them all.

He hadn't originally intended to use it at the academy.

But today, Zhao Wuji has forced him to this point.

Then... don't blame me for being ruthless!

Tang San took a deep breath and frantically poured his last bit of inner strength into the Dragon Beard Needle in his hand!

"buzz"

A faint, almost inaudible tremor sounded.

The golden needle, curled into a small ball, slowly unfolded in Tang San's palm, becoming a strange, long needle as thin as a hair and shimmering with golden light.

The needle is extremely thin, yet it exudes a chillingly sharp aura.

Tang San raised his head and looked at Zhao Wuji.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

Zhao Wuji saw the coldness and determination in Tang San's eyes, and a chill ran through him.

But he didn't believe that a mere Soul Venerable could cause any trouble under the full suppression of a Soul Saint's might.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and his oppressive aura intensified once again!

He was going to crush this kid's pride completely!

It's now!

Tang San's right arm muscles tensed up suddenly, and the Xuan Yu Hand was activated instantly, turning his entire arm as white as jade and as hard as iron.

A flick of the wrist