Chapter 20 Ma Hongjun is dumbfounded, Zhao Wuji is dead?!
Qian Renxue lowered her head and followed Qian Daobai obediently, but the turmoil in her heart could not be calmed for a long time.
She suddenly realized that the master she had worshipped might be so powerful that he had transcended the realm of "gods".
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Several days later, at Shrek's base.
Ma Hongjun sat on a rock, anxiously scratching his fiery red hair.
Teacher Zhao has been gone for several days now, why haven't we heard anything from her?
Logically speaking, with Teacher Zhao's Soul Saint level strength, dealing with a pretty boy should be a piece of cake.
Could something have gone wrong?
impossible!
Ma Hongjun immediately shook his head, rejecting the idea.
Teacher Zhao is none other than Immovable King Zhao Wuji, with astonishing defensive power. Even if he can't win, he can always escape.
But over the past few days, his unease has only grown stronger.
He could no longer sit still and decided to search in the direction Zhao Wuji might have gone.
He walked into the outer edge of Sunset Forest, calling out Zhao Wuji's name as he went, but only the sound of the wind and birdsong in the forest answered him.
After searching for half a day, Ma Hongjun was almost ready to give up.
Just as he was about to turn back, he suddenly smelled a faint scent of blood.
His heart tightened, and he followed the scent to where it led.
He saw it in an open space.
He saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
A person lay on the ground, his clothes tattered and stained with dried blood and dirt. Some parts of his body had even been gnawed by wild animals in the forest, exposing his white bones.
But from his imposing figure and the vaguely discernible clothing, Ma Hongjun recognized him at a glance.
That's... Zhao Wuji.
"No...it's impossible..."
Ma Hongjun's lips trembled, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Teacher Zhao...how is that possible...Teacher Zhao is a Soul Saint!"
"How could the Soul Saint be dead?!"
The thought swirled wildly in his mind, assaulting his fragile nerves.
In his mind, and even in the minds of all the Shrek Academy students, the Soul Saint was the epitome of invincibility, a powerful figure high above all others, someone they needed to look up to.
But now, this powerful man lies dead in the wilderness, like a stray dog.
Ma Hongjun was so terrified that he felt cold all over and his teeth were chattering.
His eyes were vacant, and he mechanically turned his head to stare intently at the lifeless corpse, all the strength drained from his body.
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
That young man in white robes...
That white-robed youth who crippled him in one move!
It was him! It must have been him!
Even Teacher Zhao was no match for him; he killed her!
This realization, like an invisible hand, gripped Ma Hongjun's throat, almost suffocating him.
He was terrified, terrified to the core.
He braced himself on the ground with both hands, ignoring the cuts on his palms from the rubble, and retreated backward using both hands and feet, wanting only to get as far away from the corpse as possible.
That man wasn't human; he was a devil!
He retreated more than ten meters until his back hit a big tree, at which point Ma Hongjun finally stopped.
He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
It took him a long time to recover slightly from that extreme fear.
No, we must tell Dean Flander about this!
He struggled, dragging his legs, which were so terrified they were almost unresponsive, and staggered to his feet, scrambling and crawling towards the Shrek camp.
Ma Hongjun scrambled back to Shrek's camp, crashing headfirst into the courtyard where everyone was.
With a "bang," he tripped over the threshold and fell flat on his face.
The conversation in the courtyard abruptly stopped.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, Tang San, Ning Rongrong, and Zhu Zhuqing—all eyes were on him.
"Fatty, are you being chased by a ghost?"
Oscar, still holding a freshly made sausage, made a sarcastic remark without thinking.
Ma Hongjun ignored him. He scrambled to his feet, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, his lips trembling uncontrollably.
"Something...something's happened!"
Tang San frowned, being the first to notice that something was wrong.
"What happened? Tell me slowly."
Ma Hongjun was panting heavily, as if he had run dozens of miles. His chest heaved violently, and the fear in his eyes was almost overflowing.
He managed to stand by holding onto a nearby pillar.
"Dead...dead..."
Dai Mubai walked over impatiently and looked down at him.
"Who died? Can't you speak more clearly?"
Ma Hongjun raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and finally, with a sob in his voice, he roared out.
"Teacher Zhao...Teacher Zhao! Teacher Zhao has been murdered!"
Upon hearing this, the entire courtyard fell into a deathly silence.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Dai Mubai's face still showed a hint of impatience, but his eyes had already begun to change.
Oscar dropped the sausage in his hand with a "thud" to the ground.
Ning Rongrong's small mouth opened slightly.
Even the usually aloof Zhu Zhuqing's pupils suddenly contracted.
After a few seconds, Dai Mubai finally found his voice and grabbed Ma Hongjun by the collar.
"What the hell are you talking nonsense about!"
"How could Teacher Zhao be dead?!"
"I'm not lying!" Ma Hongjun shouted, still struggling despite being shaken dizzy. "The body is in Sunset Forest! I saw it with my own eyes!"
Tang San quickly stepped forward and separated the two.
His expression was the calmest of all, but his furrowed brows betrayed his inner turmoil.
"Ma Hongjun, calm down and explain yourself clearly."
He stared into Ma Hongjun's eyes and asked, word by word.
"You said you went out today and found Teacher Zhao's body?"
Ma Hongjun's face still showed the lingering fear of surviving a disaster, and he nodded heavily.
Tang San's eyes sharpened.
"Teacher Zhao is a level 76 offensive Soul Saint. The title 'Immovable King' isn't for nothing. There are only a handful of people on the entire continent who can kill him. With his strength, how could he have been killed?"
This question also voiced the doubts in everyone's mind.
Yes, who is Zhao Wuji? He was a ruthless man who managed to escape unscathed from the encirclement and suppression of the Spirit Hall! How could he possibly die so silently in Sunset Forest?
Ma Hongjun's eyes darted around, and he stammered as he spoke.
"I...I don't know...maybe...maybe it was an accident, maybe we encountered some particularly powerful soul beast..."
He said it without even being sure of himself.
"An accident?" Tang San's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a certain power. "Teacher Zhao is so experienced; what kind of spirit beast could leave him no chance to escape?"
"Tell me why!!"
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