Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Is it...

Cold sweat streamed down Zhao Wuji's forehead and neck, instantly soaking his clothes.

Chapter 281 Lesson

"S-Senior, if you've come because of what happened during the day..."

Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to kneel, and said with difficulty:

"I know I was wrong! I was blind and shouldn't have treated those two children..."

His words came to an abrupt end.

Because the figure in black who had been silent all along finally moved.

He slowly raised his head, and in the shadows beneath his hood, a pair of cold eyes stared at Zhao Wuji without any emotion.

Just being looked at by those eyes made Zhao Wuji feel as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the freezing cold, his very soul trembling.

"You shouldn't have touched them."

A hoarse voice rang out, each word seemingly squeezed from the depths of the throat, carrying a roughness born of hardening, yet containing a chilling killing intent.

The moment the words left his mouth, the figure in black moved.

His movements were not fast; in fact, they could be described as slow.

But Zhao Wuji was horrified to discover that he couldn't move at all!

He was pinned to the spot, forced to watch helplessly as a large, calloused hand reached for his neck.

"No"

Zhao Wuji tried to struggle and release his soul skills, but the soul power within his body was like a frozen river, impossible to mobilize even a fraction of.

That hand easily gripped his throat.

then

boom!

Zhao Wuji felt a blur before his eyes, and the surrounding scenery rushed past him.

The window flashed by, the night wind howled across my face, and the hotel lights quickly disappeared into the distance.

He was grabbed by the figure in black and carried out of the hotel like a chick, disappearing into the dark night and speeding towards the Starry Sky Forest.

"S-senpai..."

Zhao Wuji was being choked and had difficulty breathing, only able to make intermittent sounds.

"Spare me... I truly know I was wrong..."

But the figure in black did not respond.

He was like a black lightning bolt, moving through the night at an astonishing speed.

Zhao Wuji could feel the night wind whistling against his face like knives, and the trees on both sides rushing past, turning into a blurry black shadow.

The speed of a Title Douluo!

That's absolutely the speed of a Title Douluo!

Zhao Wuji felt a chill in his heart.

He knew that he had really kicked a hornet's nest this time, and a hot, deadly one at that.

A moment later, the figure in black suddenly slowed down.

Zhao Wuji was thrown heavily to the ground, landing in a soft pile of dry leaves.

He struggled to his feet and looked around.

This is already the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest, surrounded by towering ancient trees. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows. The air is filled with the unique dampness and scent of vegetation of the forest, and occasionally, the low growls of unknown soul beasts can be heard from afar.

"S-senpai..."

Despite the discomfort in his throat and the fear in his heart, Zhao Wuji tried to beg for mercy again.

But he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"Shut up."

The figure in black spoke coldly.

He slowly turned around to face Zhao Wuji.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, casting its glow upon him and outlining his tall, somewhat hunched silhouette.

His hood still covered his face, but his cold eyes were exceptionally clear in the moonlight.

"Zhao Wuji, the Immovable King."

The figure in black spoke slowly, his voice still hoarse, yet carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"A level 76 offensive-type battle spirit saint, whose martial spirit is the Mighty Vajra Bear. He once escaped from the siege of sixteen bishops of the Spirit Hall and is infamous."

He paused, his tone suddenly turning cold:

"But in my eyes, you are nothing."

Zhao Wuji froze, not daring to refute.

He knew that what the other person said was true.

Compared to a Title Douluo, Zhao Wuji's strength was indeed nothing.

"During the day today, you used your Soul Saint's power to bully the two children."

The figure in black took a step forward.

As he stepped down, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and an even more terrifying and domineering pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on Zhao Wuji.

"puff"

Zhao Wuji groaned, knelt on one knee, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

This time, the opponent didn't hold back.

The full-force pressure of a Title Douluo was something he simply couldn't withstand.

He felt as if he were being crushed by an invisible mountain, his bones were groaning, his internal organs were trembling, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

"Senior... have mercy..."

Zhao Wuji spoke with difficulty, his voice filled with fear and pleading.

"I...I didn't know those two children were your people...I really didn't know..."

"do not know?"

The figure in black gave a cold laugh.

"Just because you don't know something doesn't mean you can bully people like that?"

He took another step forward.

The terrifying pressure intensified once again.

Zhao Wuji felt a tightness in his chest and spat out another mouthful of blood.

This time, he couldn't even kneel anymore, and he lay sprawled on the ground like a dying wild dog, utterly pathetic.

"I...I was wrong..."

Zhao Wuji's voice was tinged with sobs.

"I was really wrong... Senior, please spare my life... I'll never dare to do it again... I promise... I promise I'll never bully them again... No, I promise I'll treat them like royalty... Please... spare my life..."

He was genuinely scared.

During the day, he was tormented by Tang San's strange golden needles. Although it was painful, at least he knew that the kid wouldn't really kill him.

But the figure in black before us was different.

There was no emotion in those cold eyes, only pure killing intent.

Zhao Wuji had no doubt that, if the other party wished, he could crush him like an ant at any time.

"To worship?"

The figure in black sneered, his tone full of sarcasm.

Are you worthy?

The moment he finished speaking, he moved.

This time, his movements were as fast as a ghost.

Zhao Wuji didn't even see how he moved; he only felt a terrifying force slam into his chest.

"boom!"

A dull thud resounded.

Zhao Wuji's burly body flew backward like a boulder thrown by a catapult, crashing into three large trees as thick as bowls before falling heavily to the ground.

"puff"

Fresh blood gushed from Zhao Wuji's mouth like a fountain.

He felt that at least three of his sternums were broken, his internal organs had been severely shaken, his soul power was in complete disarray, and he could not even maintain his martial soul possession.

But the figure in black did not stop.

He appeared beside Zhao Wuji like a ghost, raised his foot, and stomped hard on Zhao Wuji's right wrist.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Zhao Wuji let out a shrill scream as the bones in his right wrist were crushed.

"These hands are used during the day to exert pressure and bully children."

The voice of the figure in black was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.