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"Damn it, this Emperor is impressed! The Federation is much better at stirring up trouble than us. What a grand show!"
The Ghost Emperor, who had enjoyed the spectacle, for the first time felt that keeping Zaixing alive was better than killing him now. If Yun Ming hadn't backed down, Shrek would have been erased today.
With Yun Ming's retreat, would the Skyreach Spear still possess its invincible edge? For powerhouses at their level, a flaw in their state of mind would definitely affect their Cultivation. It was truly something to look forward to.
The Dark Blood Demon said with some regret, "It's a pity there was no fight, otherwise we would have definitely helped out!"
Leng Yulai licked her lips, "I can't wait to harvest Shrek's Souls too."
"Slap!"
The Ghost Emperor turned and slapped them both, saying with a look of disappointment, "Idiots! Two idiots who belong in a museum!"
"Shrek is already worried about its reputation, and the Federation would never tolerate us. Once we show up, we'll all die without a burial place!"
Yu Guanzhi had reservations about bombing Shrek, but if it were them, he wouldn't hesitate to empty his cannon barrels.
"Since we're here, let's study the terrain. We'll have experience next time." The Ghost Emperor flew away, perfectly combining work and rest. "Lord, wait for me—" The Dark Blood Demon hurriedly flew up.
Leng Yulai's fully ripe body trembled slightly. Her cold, beautiful eyes stared at Yun Ming, then at the graceful blue-robed young man, and with a hint of unwillingness, she followed the group.
"Yun Ming, we will meet again sooner or later; and this little fellow, your appearance is truly captivating."
"Bang!"
Inside the Sea God's Pavilion, Yun Ming shattered the table with a palm strike. Shame, pain, and madness surged across his face, turning into a deep roar.
"Shame! Shrek's greatest shame in twenty thousand years! We must remember this heavy day, awaiting revenge."
He had achieved success at a young age, his life smooth sailing. In the past, he fought alone in Mingdu; how exhilarating was that? Today, he was attacked in Shrek City in the same manner.
He had snatched Ya Li, proving his world-first talent. Zaixing had snatched Shrek's supreme glory, stepping on his head, the world's number one, to make a name for himself!
It was incredibly ironic, like a Reincarnation.
The elders bowed their heads in silence. Even Ya Li did not speak to console him. All of them looked grief-stricken and indignant, their surging spirit power uncontrollably unleashed, stirring up a fierce storm in the Sea God's Pavilion.
Twenty thousand years of glory, on the verge of being shattered in their hands. They were all about to become Shrek's sinners.
Fortunately, at this moment, the culprit, Long Yeyue, felt too ashamed to attend the meeting and had long since hidden away under the guise of "feeling unwell." There were no annoying insects buzzing in their ears.
After a long while, Yun Ming sighed deeply and said in a low voice,
"Which Disciples under twenty in the Inner Academy are usable? I'm talking about Spirit King and above Spirit Masters."
Zaixing's combat power was extraordinary, no less than his own back then. A Spirit Ancestor fighting him would be seeking death, unless they possessed the talent of a Quasi-God.
Undoubtedly, the current Inner Academy had no future Quasi-Gods.
Zhuo Shi swallowed hard and replied, "There are some Spirit Kings under twenty in the Inner Academy, but not many with the potential to reach the Peak."
"The orphaned Phoenix Ma Family, Evil Flame Golden Crow Ma Tianzhao, a level 58 attack system Battle Spirit King, is currently attempting to forge a Two-Word Battle Armor."
"Gu Yue Family's Cai Yun, Spirit: Moon, a level 56 attack system Battle Spirit King, once ranked first on the Young Talent Ranking."
"The current number one on the Young Talent Ranking, Gluttonous Xuan Kui, a level 55 attack system Battle Spirit King. Next is Azure Shadow Divine Eagle Song Ying, a level 54 agility-attack system—"
"No need to mention agility-attack system."
Yun Ming raised his hand, breathing heavily, and shook his head, saying, "They are not enough!"
Feng Wuyu said indignantly, "No way, Boss? These children are all promising talents with Super Douluo as their baseline. Can't they overcome one Spirit Ancestor?"
"Didn't you notice Zaixing's Sword Soul fluctuation on the Angelic Sacred Sword?"
Yun Ming glanced at him, a difficult cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Sword Soul? I thought it was Long Tianwu's—"
Feng Wuyu absolutely believed Yun Ming's words. He gasped, his face filled with extreme shock.
A Tool Spirit's Spirit Ability Realm being effective in a Super Douluo's battle meant that a Spirit Ancestor with a Sword Soul could definitely fight a Spirit Emperor.
"Are we not fighting? The Inner Academy Disciples are going crazy."
Zhuo Shi looked troubled. Outside the Sea God's Pavilion, the Inner Academy Disciples, with Tang Yinmeng as their chosen leader, knelt in a vast crowd, all looking resolute and shouting, "We are willing to sacrifice everything for Shrek's glory!"
Their voices were uniform, like cult followers singing hymns. Lan Muzi struggled to stand up and said, "Pavilion Master, esteemed elders, Zaixing has set up thirteen arenas in front of the Spirit Pagoda, challenging all academies. Some academies have already gone to challenge them. If Shrek is afraid to fight, the consequences might be even more severe than a defeat!"
"I believe the junior brothers and sisters have this awareness. The academy's history is not lacking in such moments of crisis. Ancestor Tang San twenty thousand years ago, and Spirit Ice Douluo ten thousand years ago, both turned the impossible into possible, creating Shrek's myths. Why can't we?"
"Let them go, Pavilion Master! Shrek cannot be humiliated!"
After Lan Muzi finished speaking, he knelt with a "thump," veins throbbing on his forehead and wrists, his voice filled with a desperate madness.
The elders were influenced by Lan Muzi's kneeling, and the wave of pleas for battle from the Inner Academy Disciples became even more piercing. They all made up their minds and looked at Yun Ming.
"Boss?" "Pavilion Master?"
"Say no more. I only fear they will follow in the footsteps of the War God Hall from back then."
Yun Ming's expression was pained. In the battle of Mingdu back then, he had shattered the confidence of over a dozen War Gods from the War God Hall. Since then, those War Gods had made extremely slow progress, some even none at all.
Zaixing was like him. Yan Ling and the other seven's Aura had greatly declined, and Ye Xinglan's Sword Heart had shattered. If this batch of Inner Academy Disciples also lost, Shrek would suffer a direct generational gap.
Ya Li gripped Yun Ming's hand, which had been trembling since he came down. "Brother Ming, the academy can support them, preventing tragedy."
"Yes, Boss, we can support them." "I don't believe that Zaixing is so audacious!" "At worst, it's a war of attrition. Zaixing can't defeat them all before his spirit power is exhausted!"
The elders spoke animatedly, firmly advocating for battle.
Yun Ming closed his eyes, feeling the support of his wife and colleagues, listening to the elders' words and the students' shouts. Finally, he nodded heavily, opening his eyes to reveal towering fury.
"Good! I order the four major sub-professional associations to collaborate and do their best to forge Two-Word Battle Armor for them!"
"All Disciples above Spirit King, go forth and fight!"
"Yes!"
Feng Wuyu and the three elders responded loudly. Lan Muzi stood up and walked out of the Sea God's Pavilion to announce the decision to fight to the Inner Academy Disciples.
Soon, a four-ring Peak student expressed dissatisfaction.
"Why can't we fight? We want to fight too!"
"Exactly! We want to fight too, we are also a part of Shrek!"
An Inner Academy Disciple loudly echoed, strongly demanding that the combat standard be lowered to Spirit Ancestor.
Ma Tianzhao stood up from the crowd, his Golden Crow Spirit attached to him, and shouted, "Pavilion Master, elders, I am willing to lead the junior brothers and sisters to battle with coffins, until death!"
"Battle with coffins, until death; battle with coffins, until death—"
All Inner Academy Disciples above three rings completely erupted, forcing Lan Muzi to return to the Sea God's Pavilion to seek further instructions.
After another round of debate, Yun Ming reluctantly conceded.
"Spirit Ancestors may go, but they must not fight Zaixing."
Below the Spirit Pagoda, thirteen arenas were densely arranged in a continuous line. The four-sided arena was the largest, with Xu Yucheng, Wu Siduo, and other Nine Stars Association members presiding.
In the core nine arenas, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, and Yuanen Yehui stood in sequence, followed by Gu Yue and Na'er's Silver Dragon duo. The highest-Cultivation individuals, Wang Wen, Xu Miao, and Yu Xin, stood at the back.
In the ninth arena, Zaixing sat cross-legged, his burly figure still like an ancient mountain. His handsome face had half-closed eyes, resting.
An angelic light sword, with purple Qi soaring to the sky, was stuck beside him. Its hilt displayed three pairs of wings, and its body was golden. The overbearing Sword Qi it emitted made Spirit Kings tremble with fear, and the purplish-gold color dyed the sky.
In the sky above, winds and clouds surged. The pressure and temperature of the arena continued to rise; that was his will connecting with heaven and earth, accumulating the Aura within his chest.
Standing alone with his sword, bringing forth purple splendor, awaiting the heroes of the era to challenge him.
However, the sky changed from day to night, and then from night to day again, yet no one was able to reach him.
Le Zhengyang, Le Zheng'en, Kong Yao, and Yu Guanzhi, the four Peak individuals, each stood on one side. Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun's twin swords hung in the air, both looking towards the ancient academy that had remained silent for an entire day.
Tang Wulin's team had long since run out, and many academies had set up camp on the spot, watching the competition from morning to night, also awaiting Shrek's response.
Suddenly, as the first light of dawn swept across the horizon, the ancient city gates of Shrek Inner City opened wide. Yun Ming, accompanied by the elders, appeared in the sky. Below them, dozens of young figures, their spirit power surging, rushed out like a swarm of bees, their faces filled with anger and sorrow, followed by long coffins wrapped in white cloth.
"Shrek Inner Academy, we accept the challenge!"