"He's our least talented one here."
"No stats, no special mechanisms, and has been with Lord for the shortest time…"
Within Shrek Academy, the shattered mirror domain revealed Xuan Ji's body, several hundred meters tall, standing like an ancient monster.
Even the trace of his aura shook all of Shrek City's powers.
Mechas took to the sky, forming defensive lines.
Countless gazes—shocked, terrified, confused—all focused above Shrek Academy.
Xuan Ji only quietly observed Yun Ming and the rest.
Within a deep crater,
Jing lay broken, every inch of him shattered, pain and confusion flooding him, afraid the Lord would be disappointed…
"But… I still like him a lot." Xuan Ji smiled gently.
"Unlike those layabouts who slack off, this one—even when he's attached himself to our Lord—is still training day and night…"
"You're Yun Ming, right?"
"You bullied him?"
Xuan Ji's huge eyes stared coldly at the crowd.
Yun Ming's face twisted.
Bullied?
How could he bully him?
He, the undisputed human powerhouse, was toyed with to this state, over 70% of his soul power gone, forced to use his ultimate moves, thinking the fight was over—
Who the hell expected, after defeating the "mirror," that another full-powered Golden Behemoth would show up?!!
Such pure blood, such overwhelming power.
He hadn't even started fighting, but could feel the pressure and suffocation.
"Brother Yun, should we call Ya Li back?" Cai Yue'er supported Yun Ming, speaking softly. "If she returns to heal you, we could—"
"No, this isn't a life-and-death battle for Shrek. This… was just the other side testing our limits." Yun Ming coughed, swallowing blood, brushing aside her help, looking complexly at Su Wen.
That man still stood in place, eyes full of amusement and appreciation—they knew the beast belonged to him.
He'd thought they were equals, but now saw it was worlds apart.
It would be one thing if the enemy were a god—but they were clearly not.
"I lost…" Yun Ming said with quiet acceptance.
His words soured the faces of all Shrek. Many elders looked coldly at Su Wen, quietly transmitting, considering whether to mobilize Shrek's full power.
"Brother Yun!"
Cai Yue'er frowned.
"This way, he'll take the number one title, Ya Li's rushing back—if you joined forces, you might defeat him. Plus, we have the Golden Ancient Tree…"
"If we let him escape, the entire continent will be in danger for a century."
"There's always someone stronger out there." Yun Ming sighed. "Number one is just a title. Shrek has been envied by many for years—we stuck out too much. It's better to keep a low profile…"
"But…" Cai Yue'er frowned.
"No more." Yun Ming was calm.
"Sigh…"
Cai Yue'er sighed, as did the rest of the Sea God Pavilion elders. All high-ranking Shrek came from the elders—even the brightest prodigies, once inside the Pavilion, became jaded, rigid, and stuck in their ways.
History repeats itself.
For thousands of years, Shrek has controlled more than half the continent's resources, looking down on the rest.
That's what created the unique "Shrek" circle.
Once a Shrek member—always a Shrek member.
Technology advances daily, but this academy's internal culture—never.
Still just like ten thousand years ago.
Honestly, only because Su Wen "took over" from the inside did he get that "our own kind" tag in the elders' eyes—otherwise, no matter how powerful, no one could reform Shrek except over their dead bodies…
Su Wen shot a cold glance at Cai Yue'er.
A classic "old Shrek" type.
The taste is… strong.
Clap, clap, clap…
From outside came a middle-aged man, richly dressed, gracefully applauding, eyes full of awe.
"I am the Pagoda Master of the Spirit Pagoda, Qiangu Dongfeng. My apologies for intruding…"
With him came a beautiful, tall woman in a fiery qipao who nodded politely—Leng Yaozhu, Spirit Pagoda's Deputy, and an Limit Douluo (half-god), one of the rare Four-Word Battle Armor masters.
"You were hiding nearby since the start, weren't you?" Su Wen asked with a smile.
"Uh…" Qiangu Dongfeng's eyes shrank, then he gave a bitter smile, "You noticed early on—clearly I was making a fool of myself…"
A clash at this level leaves traces; within the same city, of course he'd notice.
"Heh…"
Su Wen shook his head.
In the original, this guy helped destroy Shrek—and when a power gets too big, destruction is inevitable, it's the logic of the world…
If this was the Shrek ten thousand years ago, he might have warned them. But now, with all those stubborn old men determined to "keep him"—he felt no sympathy, no obligation to save them.
At best, he'd leave a hint.
The only pity—Yun Ming. But that was fate too.
So his look at Cai Yue'er held no anger, only a sigh at "you reap what you sow"…
Now, arriving in a blue robe, was Tang Sect Douluo Hall's Vice Hallmaster, Zang Xin—another Four-Word, Limit Douluo "half-god."
Now the Tang Sect was huge—not like the near-destruction of ten thousand years ago—and rivaled Shrek in power.
And Tang and Shrek were "brothers in arms."
Zang Xin glanced at Yun Ming; seeing his smile of resignation, he knew: a loss is a loss.
With top powers assembled, Cai Yue'er's confidence rallied.
Her eyes fixed on Su Wen and Gu Yuena.
"Don't you all find it strange? That girl with the rainbow eyes—she's exactly like the Dragon God! And that young man—he keeps summoning top-level beasts. Is he really human, or part of the soul beast race?!"