Flender was dumbfounded.
An army?
Decapitation strikes?
Was this still a Soul Master competition? This was clearly special operations!
But this theory...
It sounded fucking thrilling!
At last.
At the very bottom of the blackboard, Bai Tang San heavily wrote a line of red words.
[III. Strategic Objectives]
"One year."
"I want every one of you to break through rank forty and advance to Soul Ancestor."
"Three years."
"Everyone becomes a Soul King."
"Five years from now, the Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament."
Bai Tang San turned around, bracing both hands against the desk and leaning forward. In those dark golden eyes burned an ambition to devour the world.
"What I want isn't the championship."
"Something like a championship is too cheap."
"What I want is—"
"Overwhelming domination."
"I want Spirit Hall, the two great empires, and the Upper Three Sects..."
"To feel despair..."
"The moment they see the name Shrek."
"I want to tell this world..."
"That the existing Soul Master system is outdated."
"The new era..."
"Will be defined by us."
After a moment of silence came heavy breathing.
It was the sound of ambition being ignited.
An unprecedented gleam burst from Dai Mubai's evil eyes.
Zhu Zhuqing's cold eyes flickered with a thirst for power.
Even Ning Rongrong, usually so lazy and carefree, clenched her fists tightly until her knuckles turned white.
Overwhelm Spirit Hall?
Define a new era?
Such a grand vision, such an utterly arrogant goal...
Made the hot blood in their veins boil completely!
"Damn it!"
Ma Hongjun slammed his hand onto the table. Blazing fire burned in his clear eyes.
"Boss!"
"As long as there's food to eat and medicine to soak in..."
"Forget Soul King, I'd even dare to fight for Soul Emperor!"
"That's more like it."
Bai Tang