"A one-versus-seven sweep?!"
"How is that even possible?!"
"Is the intelligence wrong? Chiyan Academy is made up of Soul Ancestors and Spirit Kings! How could they be wiped out by a single person—especially a Soul Engineer?!"
As the scout finished speaking, it was as if a depth charge had exploded inside Sea God's Pavilion.
The elders no longer cared about appearances. One after another, they shot to their feet, faces filled with disbelief.
Even Yan Shaozhe and Xian Liner—who moments ago had been arguing over whether martial souls or spirit tools were superior—stood frozen in place, as if struck by a paralysis spell.
Factional disputes? Ideological differences?
In the face of such a shocking and absurd reality, all of that vanished from their minds.
Every gaze in the pavilion locked onto a single name.
Liu Yuan.
"Just one person… no assistance from teammates… zero casualties…"
Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, only to find his throat bone-dry.
As Dean of the Martial Soul Department, he understood all too clearly what this meant.
It was absolute domination—proof that Liu Yuan's strength had already surpassed everyone else on that stage.
"Wait…"
Suddenly, Xian Liner seemed to remember something. Her voice dropped as she asked,
"Elder Mu, didn't you mention before that the student Elder Xuan expelled from the Outer Court—the one who later became the Sun Moon team's captain—was named Liu Yuan?"
Boom!
Those words struck harder than the scout's report.
The atmosphere in Sea God's Pavilion shifted instantly—from shock to suffocating oppression, tinged with an eerie awkwardness.
In truth, many of the elders had already realized it the moment the report was delivered.
But because it involved Xuan Zi, no one had dared to say it out loud.
Yet dissatisfaction toward Xuan Zi simmered in all their hearts.
Such a once-in-a-generation genius should have belonged to Shrek.
Instead, because of Xuan Zi's foolishness, he had been pushed straight into becoming Shrek's enemy.
Now that Liu Yuan had displayed such terrifying combat strength, that resentment only grew deeper.
And so, no one spoke up to defend Xuan Zi.
They all remained silent, allowing Xian Liner to vent freely.
Standing off to the side, Yan Shaozhe watched Mu En's expression darken by the second. He could only sigh inwardly.
"Elder Xuan… oh, Elder Xuan. This time, you're really in deep trouble."
At the head of the table.
Mu En remained seated in his reclining chair, yet the aura radiating from him caused the temperature in Sea God's Pavilion to plummet.
His eyes were closed, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest—faster and faster, betraying the violent turmoil in his heart.
Liu Yuan…
He had reviewed that child's information countless times.
He already knew that becoming captain of the Sun Moon Royal Team in such a short time meant extraordinary talent.
But even Mu En hadn't expected him to be this strong.
A one-versus-seven sweep.
At Liu Yuan's age, even Ma Xiaotao—hailed as the strongest of Shrek's current generation—could never have accomplished that.
Ma Xiaotao's flames were violent and destructive, but their consumption was equally terrifying. Sustaining seven consecutive high-intensity battles was simply impossible.
Not to mention her fatal flaw—the Evil Fire.
"Such talent…"
Mu En suddenly opened his eyes. Within those cloudy pupils, golden lightning flickered violently.
"He should have been Shrek's chosen prodigy—yet he was forced into becoming our enemy!"
"The more I think about it, the angrier I get!"
Bang!
Mu En slammed his hand down hard on the armrest, letting out a muffled roar.
The elders all shuddered in unison, none daring to breathe loudly.
"When Xuan Zi returns…"
Mu En took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fury raging within him. His voice turned colder than ten-thousand-year ice.
"Bring him to see me immediately."
"I'm definitely teaching him a lesson!"
"Yes…"
The elders bowed their heads at once, as quiet as winter cicadas.
In their hearts, they silently lit incense for Elder Xuan, who was still far away in Star Luo City.
Some even began calculating that it might be best to keep their distance from him in the future—just to avoid being caught in the fallout.
…
"Alright, you're all dismissed."
After venting, Mu En looked somewhat exhausted. He waved his hand.
"Continue monitoring the tournament. Report to me the moment there's new information."
"Yes, Elder Mu."
The elders felt as if they had been granted a great pardon. They bowed and quickly exited Sea God's Pavilion.
Yan Shaozhe blended into the crowd, leaving with hurried steps.
His scalp tingled.
As Xuan Zi's longtime "good friend," he knew that man's temperament all too well—gluttonous, lazy, stubborn, and willful.
This time, the mess was enormous.
If Xuan Zi didn't find a way to fix things fast, he was going to lose more than just face.
However—
The thing you fear most always comes true.
Just as Yan Shaozhe had walked a short distance from Sea God's Pavilion and was about to return to his office to calm down—
"Dean Yan! Dean Yan, please wait!"
An urgent voice called out from behind.
Yan Shaozhe turned around to see an intelligence officer in black running toward him, drenched in sweat.
"What is it now?" Yan Shaozhe frowned, his heart skipping a beat.
The officer rushed up, panting, and pulled an exquisitely crafted silver communication spirit tool from his robe.
"Dean Yan, this is… an emergency transmission from Star Luo City."
"They said Elder Xuan personally requested it. They must contact you immediately."
"Elder Xuan?"
Yan Shaozhe froze for a moment, then let out a bitter smile.
So the old man couldn't sit still anymore—either well-informed, or simply guilty.
He took the communication spirit tool, waved the officer away, and walked to a quiet corner.
After injecting spirit power, the connection activated.
"Zzz…"
A faint static crackled from the other end, followed by Elder Xuan's familiar booming voice—this time laced with unmistakable anxiety.
"Hello? Shaozhe? Is that Shaozhe?"
"It's me," Yan Shaozhe sighed. "Elder Xuan."
"Oh, ancestor above, you finally picked up!" Elder Xuan sounded like an ant on a hot pan.
"That… I just wanted to ask…"
"Have today's match results from Star Luo City reached the academy yet?"
"And Elder Mu's… attitude—he isn't furious, right?"
Hearing Elder Xuan's cautious probing, Yan Shaozhe couldn't help rolling his eyes.
"Not furious?"
"He's about ready to kill someone."
Yan Shaozhe took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and spoke with heavy sympathy.
"Elder Xuan… you're really in serious trouble this time."
"I won't hide it from you."
"Elder Mu is furious. Extremely furious."
"At the Sea God's Pavilion meeting just now, he unleashed thunderous rage in front of all the elders."
"Because… everyone knows now."
Yan Shaozhe paused before delivering the final blow.
"The Liu Yuan who swept seven opponents today and shocked the entire arena…"
"Is the Outer Court disciple you personally expelled back then."
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