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Long Yeyue drew in a deep breath, then slowly let it out. Her voice was hoarse, carrying a deep weariness and helplessness.

"Grand President, Shrek Academy has been passed down for ten thousand years. How many talents has it nurtured? How many contributions has it made to the Federation? With one sentence, you want to destroy Shrek Academy. Aren't you afraid of chilling the hearts of everyone under heaven?"

Situ Xuan gave a derisive laugh and withdrew his right hand. The pressure of heaven and earth vanished in an instant.

Long Yeyue's body went light, and she nearly lost her footing, catching herself on the table. Zhuo Shi straightened up, gasping for breath in great gulps, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead to the floor. Feng Wuyu stood upright, his face still pale.

Situ Xuan looked at Long Yeyue, the corners of his mouth stretching into a somewhat savage smile. There was no warmth in that smile, no goodwill, only a chilling mockery.

"Everyone under heaven? Long Yeyue, can you represent everyone under heaven? Can your Shrek Academy represent everyone under heaven? Can you represent the commoners you've oppressed? The soldiers whose military merits you stole? The scholars whose inspiration you strangled?"

Long Yeyue fell silent.

Situ Xuan continued, his voice growing louder, faster, sharper.

"Your Shrek Academy has been passed down for ten thousand years. How many talents has it nurtured? Fine, I admit that. But of the talents you nurtured, how many stayed with the Federation? How many went to the Tang Sect? How many went to the Spirit Pagoda? How many formed one profit-seeking family after another around Shrek Academy? How many contributed to the Federation? How many laid down their lives for the Federation?"

Long Yeyue opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but Situ