The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap from the heavens, booming in the ears of every Shrek.
Flander's shrewd expression instantly turned into astonishment.
Dai Mubai, Tang San, and the others also looked incredulous.
Demolish the college?
Tuition fee refund?
The Blue Silver King's reach is too far!
After a brief silence came a surge of fury.
"What right do you have to demolish our college!"
Flander was the first to jump up, pointing at the general's nose and screaming.
"This is my property! Mine!"
"Enough with the nonsense!"
Dai Mubai's eyes flashed with a wicked glint, and his soul power erupted instantly. "If you want to dismantle Shrek Academy, you'll have to ask my White Tiger Fist first!"
The atmosphere between the two sides instantly became tense.
Just then.
A loud voice rang out.
"Hmph, a mere Soul Emperor dares to be so arrogant at the gate of Shrek Academy!"
Fudo Myoo, Zhao Wuji.
His towering figure, like an iron tower, stood in front of everyone, unleashing his Soul Saint aura without reservation, pressing down on the leading general.
However, the general remained unfazed by the Soul Saint's oppressive aura, not even lifting an eyelid.
He simply put the scroll away slowly, a hint of arrogance and disdain on his face.
"I am General Lingling, commander of the Xuanjia Army under the Blue Silver Throne."
He raised his head and looked directly at Zhao Wuji.
"Do you intend to defy the king's will?"
Tang San stepped forward and stood side by side with Zhao Wuji.
He looked directly at the general from Lingling and said clearly, word by word:
"So what if he's the Blue Silver King?"
"Is there no law in this world? Does the Blue Silver King have the right to forcibly demolish other people's academies at will?"
"Is there no justice left?!"
...
Time passed slowly.
Blue Silver Royal City.
The atmosphere inside the newly built military camp tent was somber.
Tang Qing sat high in the main seat, the throne beneath him formed from pure blue silver imperial energy, exuding a faint life force.
His gaze calmly swept over Ning Fengzhi, who was standing below.
The sect leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile School was bowing his head respectfully, not daring to meet the gaze of the person above.
Tang Qing flicked his finger.
Whoosh!
A token, entirely emerald green and engraved with a lifelike blue silver grass, transformed into a stream of light and landed precisely in Ning Fengzhi's hand.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School produced five hundred disciples."
"Form a purely support legion, which you will personally lead and be at your disposal."
Tang Qing's voice was indifferent.
Ning Fengzhi held the token in both hands as if it were a mountain. He took a deep breath and lowered his head even further.
"Yes, Your Majesty's order will be obeyed."
Having said that, he dared not linger for a moment, bowed deeply, and slowly withdrew from the tent.
After Ning Fengzhi left, Tang Qing's gaze fell on the next general.
"Po Jun, lead the main force of the Xuanjia Army to assemble in the eastern border."
"yes!"
A token flew out.
"Greedy Wolf, lead the Flying Bird Army to blockade all airspace surrounding the Haotian Sect."
"yes!"
Another token flew out.
"Seven Killings..."
One command after another was issued by Tang Qing in an orderly manner.
One by one, the blue and silver tokens, symbolizing absolute power, were respectfully accepted by the armored generals below.
Soon, only Tang Qing remained in the large military tent.
The troop deployment just now, with its swords pointed at the former number one sect in the world, the Haotian Sect, and its four affiliated sects.
This continent has been silent for far too long.
It's time to reshuffle the deck with blood and fire.
Tang Qing leaned back on the throne, closing his eyes to rest.
A faint, lingering fragrance drifted closer.
Zhu Zhuqing carried a white jade tray and moved gracefully to Tang Qing's side.
Today she changed into a light purple, form-fitting long dress, which accentuated her already stunning and voluptuous figure, making her even more alluring.
"Your Highness, it's hot. Please have a bowl of mung bean soup to cool down."
Her voice was soft, with a hint of cautious flattery.
"This is something I made for you myself."
Tang Qing opened his eyes and his gaze fell on her.
The woman before me was as beautiful as a cheetah poised to pounce, yet as gentle as a house cat.
He took the bowl of chilled mung bean soup. The soup was crystal clear, the mung beans were soft and tender, and it had a sweet aroma.
I took a sip; it was cool and sweet, perfectly dispelling the slight heat in my heart.
"good."
Tang Qing gave a nonchalant comment.
Just two words were enough to instantly bring a heartfelt joy to Zhu Zhuqing's stunningly beautiful face.
"If Your Highness likes it, I will make it for you every day from now on."
Her big eyes sparkled, full of anticipation.
Tang Qing put down the jade bowl, reached out, and gently lifted her chin.
His gaze followed the graceful curve of her neck downwards, landing on her long, straight legs, which were encased in a purple dress.
Zhu Zhuqing's body stiffened slightly, and her breathing became somewhat rapid.
Tang Qing didn't say anything, but gently pulled her up and let her sit on his lap.
He wrapped one arm around her slender waist, while his other hand slipped under the slit in her skirt and grasped her smooth, delicate calf.
It feels warm and smooth to the touch, with an amazing tactile experience.
Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks instantly flushed with a beautiful blush. She bit her lip, her body as limp as if boneless, and obediently leaned into Tang Qing's arms.
Tang Qing's fingers gently traced her calves, feeling the explosive power hidden beneath those firm lines.
He could even imagine the terrifying power those legs could unleash in battle.
But at this moment, it obediently submits to its own palm.
He used a little force to pull her delicate foot out of her shoe.
It was a flawless foot, with a beautiful arch and cute, rounded toes, like a finely crafted work of art.
Zhu Zhuqing felt Tang Qing's movements and was so embarrassed that she almost buried her head in his chest, but she still took the initiative to adjust her position to make it more convenient for him.
"Your Highness... um..."
The atmosphere inside the tent gradually became enchanting.
Just then.
"Report!"
A hurried report came from outside the tent.
A scout dressed in light armor and with wings on his back knelt on one knee outside the tent.
"Your Highness, General Lingling encountered resistance when he was demolishing Shrek Academy."
These are the scouts of the Flying Bird Army, composed entirely of flying-type martial soul masters, responsible for transmitting intelligence, and their speed is unparalleled in the entire army.
Tang Qing stopped moving.
Zhu Zhuqing in his arms felt as if she had been granted a pardon, yet also felt a little lost.
Tang Qing released his hand, his face revealing neither joy nor anger, but a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Shrek, huh..."
He murmured to himself.
A bunch of clowns, not worth his personal attention.
but...
In Tang Qing's mind, another face appeared that was somewhat similar to her own, but looked much younger.
Tang San.
My own younger brother, who shares the same parents.
Perhaps it's time to go and see him.
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