Chapter 110: What Is Shrek Anyway? If They're Not Convinced, Let Yun Ming Come Find Me!
Crack!
Tang Wulin's fists tightened until his knuckles popped. This humiliation—he would never forget it.
So this was Shrek Academy, the one that claimed "there are no useless martial souls, only useless soul masters"? And yet, even they judged people by their martial souls.
Old Tang, you were wrong.
I'll never join a Shrek Academy like this!
"Well then," Cai Yue'er said sharply, "what about the rest of you?"
But when no one answered, she immediately understood their silence.
"In that case, I'll simply take you all to Shrek myself. Once you experience the glory of the Academy firsthand, you'll understand its greatness."
A tremendous power burst forth from her body. The air cracked; the students could hardly believe it—was this woman seriously trying to abduct them?
Was this how a strong soul master should act?
No—this was no better than the Evil Soul Masters she claimed to despise.
Well, perhaps slightly better—at least she hadn't killed anyone yet.
"Wait a minute!"
Xie Xie—still limping from his earlier beating—shouted defiantly, "Senior, isn't this a bit too much? Bullying the weak like this?"
Cai Yue'er sneered coldly. "You're lucky I haven't punished you for your public insults toward Shrek Academy. Consider my mercy your fortune!"
She waved dismissively. "Enough! You're all coming with me to Shrek, whether you like it or not!"
Truly, she thought, I must be getting old—why waste so many words on a bunch of children?
Ignorant brats, blind to the heavens above and the strength of Shrek below.
Once she had them back at the Academy, she'd simply send letters to their families. Their parents would surely thank Shrek profusely for "honoring" their children with admission.
Shameless.
Wu Zhangkong could barely contain his disgust. He could feel his students' eyes on him—though he knew they didn't blame him, it still stung deeply. He had spent years praising Shrek before them. And now… this?
"Heavenmoon Douluo, stop this at once! They already belong to the Federation—you're making an enemy of the Federation itself!"
Boom!
A crushing force slammed down on Wu Zhangkong. His two-word battle armor activated instinctively, but even it couldn't fully bear the pressure.
Cai Yue'er's eyes glittered with icy light. "Wu Zhangkong, are you truly turning your back on your roots? Do you think I wouldn't dare 'clean the house' for your master?"
Whoosh!
"What the—?!"
Cai Yue'er's pupils shrank violently as a black, icy claw suddenly pierced straight through her chest.
In the next instant, a beam of light flung her body several meters away like a broken doll.
"What the hell…?"
Standing before everyone was a man clad in black, his hood falling away to reveal a vertical golden slit pupil on his forehead.
He pulled a white napkin from his pocket, calmly wiped his claw clean, and tossed it into a trash bin.
"Di Tian? You—?"
The once-arrogant Super Douluo now lay sprawled across the same arena where Zero Class had fought Shrek's team, embedded in a five-meter-deep crater.
Her body was shattered; she coughed blood uncontrollably, her aged face withered and pale. Her chest had a perfectly gaping hole where her heart once beat—the right ventricle pulped, flesh mutilated and torn.
The once-renowned Heavenmoon Douluo, the mighty Super Douluo of the Continent—
defeated with a single casual strike.
Had it not been for her identity, that claw would've crushed her heart instead of sparing it.
"What kind of trash dares compete with me for people?"
His golden eyes flashed menacingly.
"They belong to the Federation. Understand?"
"And if anyone disagrees—tell Yun Ming to come talk to me himself."
Cai Yue'er trembled, terror flooding her veins as she stared into those golden eyes. Words caught in her throat. She knew exactly who stood before her.
Di Tian.
The Black Dragon King. Lord of the Soul Beasts.
Even Pavilion Master Yun Ming treated him with respect—how could she possibly resist?
Without another word, she dragged her broken body away, fleeing toward Shrek Academy.
"D-D-D-Di…"
Xie Xie stuttered, eyes wide as saucers.
Had he heard that right? Di Tian?! The legendary Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King—the sovereign of all soul beasts—standing right before them?
He was utterly speechless, his tongue frozen. Xu Xiaoyan quickly clamped her hand over his mouth.
"Stop talking if you don't know what to say! That's rude!"
"Your Excellency!"
The rest of them immediately bowed respectfully—even Xue Di inclined her head.
Though she ruled the Far North, she still gave proper respect to the true Soul Beast King, who fought tirelessly for their kind.
Gu Yue hesitated—then, seeing everyone else bow, awkwardly followed suit.
The sight made Di Tian's heart skip a beat in panic.
He quickly waved his hands. "There's no need for formalities!"
Master, please don't expose me right now!
Only Jiang Chen, standing off to the side, watched silently, amused.
It took Di Tian but a moment to compose himself. His face softened, a faint smile appearing.
"No need for such ceremony. I've come representing the Spirit Transmission Tower to welcome each of you to our ranks."
A statement like that carried the authority of worlds. Even Titled and Super Douluos bowed before him—yet here he stood, addressing them warmly, without the faintest trace of arrogance.
The contrast to Shrek's actions was glaringly clear.
This was Di Tian—the Soul Beast King. Ruthless to enemies, revered by allies.
He was the living icon of power. The dream of every aspiring soul master.
Among the youth, especially the dragon-blooded, Di Tian was a figure of divine reverence.
Xie Xie, Wang Jinxi, and Tang Wulin could barely contain their excitement. The first two possessed dragon-related martial souls; the third carried the bloodline of the Golden Dragon King itself. Standing before Di Tian, he felt an instinctive kinship.
Even Xu Xiaoyan and Huo Yun'er found themselves caught up in the awe.
Di Tian signed a few photos cheerfully—his expression kind as he handed Snow Empress her copy before accepting another photo.
This one was of Gu Yue.
The instant he saw it, the smile froze on his face. His muscles twitched violently.
For a heartbeat, he looked like he might hurl both the pen and photo across the arena.
Oh no, Master—are you serious about this?
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