Morning had come to Heaven Dou City, and while the fog had yet to disperse, the news spread faster than it did.
At breakfast stalls throughout the streets and alleys, people chewed on steamed buns while discussing only one topic.
That monster from Shrek, Han Yuchen, the one who had crushed the Heaven Dou Royal Team like ants, was crippled.
It had happened last night.
Rumors varied wildly.
Some said he had suffered a deviation while cultivating, others claimed enemies had come for revenge, and still others said he had incurred heaven's wrath.
But the outcome was the same: his meridians had been severed, and his Soul Power had run dry.
That peerless genius had become a cripple overnight.
At that moment, in the VIP lounge of the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
The atmosphere was as stifling as a fishpond before a storm.
Everyone from Shrek Academy sat in a circle, their expressions grim.
Flender in particular—behind his signature black-rimmed crystal glasses, his eyes were wide as bells and bloodshot.
"No! Absolutely not!"
Flender slammed his palm onto the table, making the teacups jump.
"Yuchen, if you go onstage in your current condition, you're just going there to die! Those brutes from the Elephant Armor Sect never know when to hold back!"
Han Yuchen was half-reclining on a sofa in the corner of the room.
His face was pale, like freshly bleached rice paper.
There was no color in his lips, and from time to time, he clutched his chest and let out a few suppressed coughs.
"Cough, cough... Dean, I have to go."
Han Yuchen's voice was weak, like a leaking bellows.
Yet his gaze was calm—too calm.
He tilted his head slightly and glanced at Tang San, who was seated beside him.
Tang San's hand tightened on