At the summit of the back mountain behind Shrek Academy.
Zhao Xuan blinked as he looked at the eight people before him. "Maybe we shouldn't. We've only just reunited, and we're already fighting with blades and weapons. Isn't that a bit much?"
Ma Hongjun wore an expression of deep agreement from across the field, then called out to Grandmaster outside the arena, "Yeah, Grandmaster, this doesn't seem right."
Grandmaster said calmly, "There's nothing wrong with it. So many years have passed, and I still don't know whether you've grown complacent. I need to take this opportunity to have a proper look."
"But... how could we possibly be Brother Xuan's opponents? Brother Xuan wiped out more than fifteen hundred Soul Masters by himself."
Ma Hongjun was practically on the verge of tears.
"What the hell?!"
The eager Dai Mubai froze, utterly dumbfounded. For a moment, he thought he had misheard.
Having only just arrived in Heaven Dou from the Star Luo Empire, there was a great deal of news he had yet to learn. Hearing Ma Hongjun say that now, he suddenly felt awful all over.
"What do you mean, more than fifteen hundred Soul Masters?"
Tang San was equally bewildered. He had returned to the Clear Sky Sect a few days ago and knew very little about outside affairs.
"It was nothing. I just happened to find a Spirit Hall unit lying in ambush, so I wiped them out while I was at it."
Zhao Xuan smiled as he spoke, making it sound utterly effortless.
Yet the entire field suddenly fell silent.
"Ahem, let's not talk about that. Zhao Xuan, watch your strength, but make sure to force out all of their abilities."
Flender coughed several times. Listening to Zhao Xuan speak so casually made him feel uncomfortable all over.