In a corner of the crowd, Fourth Prince Xue Beng muttered softly in a tone full of jealousy and disdain.
He still looked every bit the spoiled young noble, his gaze toward the Shrek group filled with contempt.
Yet the instant he lowered his head, a cold, sharp glint entirely at odds with his outward behavior flashed through those seemingly murky eyes.
His gaze swiftly swept across everyone in the VIP stands—his Imperial Father Xue Ye's depth, his "elder brother" Xue Qinghe's disappointment, Ning Fengzhi's appreciation, Salas's murderous intent... he took in every reaction.
Hell White Tiger... a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. Its power truly is astonishing.
Tang San's control has already reached the standard of a Soul King.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's support abilities are indeed worthy of their reputation... These details must be reported to the Contract as soon as possible.
Especially that Han Yuchen... Even Xue Qinghe is so wary of him.
An eerie smile curled across Xue Beng's lips, unnoticed by anyone.
Then it was replaced by that foppish mask once more.
Elsewhere, in Shrek Academy's resting area.
"Master, we won!" Flender's face was flushed with excitement as he vigorously patted Yu Xiaogang's shoulder.
Liu Erlong also wore a proud expression. Looking at the children returning to them, her eyes were full of affection.
A rare smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face as well. But he quickly regained his composure and analyzed the situation calmly. "It was a narrow victory. We exposed too much."
"But," he shifted the subject, looking at the children's resolute eyes with satisfaction, "this battle tempered them far more than all the previous matches. Overcoming their own limits is more valuable than victory itself."
As for Han Yuchen, the center of attention throughout the arena, he finally set down the