This Blue Tyrant Academy would become Shrek Academy in the future.
Oscar stared blankly at the moonlit sky, thinking of Ning Rongrong being taken away in such splendor, his heart sinking in sorrow.
Without a doubt, Oscar, who had honored his wager and crawled around the Soul Fighting Arena, was someone with strong pride and self-respect. At the same time, he was also sensitive.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect taking Ning Rongrong away—a scene absent from the original work—had now appeared and struck Oscar, a commoner-born youth with a degree of inferiority, like a heavy blow.
For the first time, the strong-willed Oscar directly felt the immense class gap between them. He did not even dare express the affection that had arisen in his heart.
This sense of inferiority seemed to form a vicious cycle. Oscar summoned his Martial Soul, and as he looked at the faintly glowing Martial Soul in his hand, disgust began to flicker in his eyes.
"If only you weren't a Support Martial Soul. If only I were a Battle Soul Master.
Then I wouldn't have to rely on others to survive.
Ah!!! I'm so unwilling!!!" Oscar howled in anguish.
Elsewhere, Xue Ye wore a kindly false smile.
"It has been a long time, Sect Master Ning. Your beloved daughter has grown into such a graceful young lady."
"Not at all, not at all. Your Majesty's princess is the one who has become even more noble and refined," Ning Fengzhi replied with equal insincerity.
Although Xue Ye had always felt that something was off about Xue Qinghe, who was being impersonated by Qian Renxue, for the future of the Heaven Dou Empire, he had not followed Li Shimin's example of establishing a Crown Prince while supporting other princes behind the scenes. Thus, Xue Ye did