During this time apart, the Shrek Seven Devils had all charged into the realm of four-ring Soul Ancestors. That should have been impossible within just a few months, but the Immortal Grade herbs Tang San had brought back had developed their talents to the utmost, leaving them unstoppable.
As for Madara, since he had to look after Mumu, he had not gone hunting spirit beasts with them. Now, the Shrek Seven Devils had finally returned.
"Brother Madara! We're back!" Oscar walked at the front. The moment he saw Madara standing at the school gate, he waved vigorously and ran over, his steps cracking the ground beneath him.
According to Tang San, Oscar was deeply fond of Ning Rongrong. However, because of the rules set by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he had to hold out for the time it took an incense stick to burn against a Titled Douluo. This made Oscar work even harder. His formerly pale, noodle-like body had begun to be replaced by sharply defined muscles.
Madara's sword-like brows rose. He took a fierce step forward and seized Oscar's outstretched wrist, catching him somewhat off guard.
But when Madara's unceasing strength flowed through his palm into Oscar's wrist, Oscar instinctively tried to break free, forcing him to pit his strength against Madara's.
"Let me see how far you've come," Madara said, his gaze blazing.
"No problem!" Oscar accepted the challenge confidently, his words carrying a masculine air he had never possessed before.
As Oscar opened the Eight Inner Gates, silver-gray Soul Power vapor burst from every pore of his body. A wild gale instantly swept up between the two of them, clearing away the fallen leaves around them.
Whether because the world had changed or for some other reason, the secret technique Eight Inner Gates that