After all, what was he, this Grandmaster, worth now?
In the eyes of those gods, he was nothing but a joke.
He could no longer treat them as he had before.
Besides, those children were no longer on the same level as him.
They were not even part of the same circle.
If he insisted on forcing his way in, he would only make himself a joke.
Yu Xiaogang's era had passed.
"One should know one's own limits."
At that moment, Liu Erlong spoke from beside him.
Her tone carried a peculiar meaning.
"Mm, Erlong, I understand."
Grandmaster dejectedly walked over to Liu Erlong's side and spoke to her.
He was filled with helplessness.
Perhaps his methods still worked on others, but they no longer had the slightest effect on these children.
Forget it. Forget it.
He needed to face reality.
Hadn't he suffered enough blows already?
"Feng Ge, then we're coming."
At that moment, under Tang San's command, the seven people on Shrek's side each took up their formations.
As for Grandmaster, Tang San had stopped paying attention to him after he left.
After all, teachers had lives of their own. There was no need to do something incomprehensible just to leave a name behind.
As a scholar, Tang San believed that he would eventually understand his good intentions.
"Come."
Qin Feng spoke calmly.
He remained composed, utterly unruffled.
"Everyone, release your divine souls!!"
Tang San gave the order.
The next instant, several rays of light emerged.
"Ning Rongrong, martial soul: Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda. Title: Nine Treasure Douluo. Divine position: Goddess of Nine Colors!"
Behind Ning Rongrong stood a stunningly beautiful goddess, while Spirit Rings emerged around her one after another!
Purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, red, red.
Next was Zhu Zhuqing.
Martial soul: Hell