Sword Douluo knew very well that Golden Crocodile Douluo had not hit him too heavily, clearly showing mercy, perhaps for the sake of his father, or perhaps out of an appreciation for talent upon seeing a skilled fighter.
Regardless, he survived.
Golden Crocodile Douluo casually dismissed his Martial Soul Avatar, gave a faint "hmph," and then waved his hand.
"Be on your way."
"Go back and tell your Sect Master, this place is a heavily guarded territory of our Spirit Hall, and outsiders are not permitted to pry. You Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sects should put that thought out of your minds."
"Otherwise, if you transgress again, you won't be this lucky next time. I wouldn't mind making a trip to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect myself."
Sword Douluo's expression tightened, a chill running down his spine, and he hurriedly assured him.
"Understood, I will certainly inform the Sect Master of this. This junior takes his leave!"
With that, Sword Douluo shifted his body and hurried toward the direction where the Shrek Academy group was.
Bang—
Usually as light as a flying sword, Sword Douluo was now unable to control the force of his landing, and descending from the air actually caved a crater into the ground.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's tail-hammer strike, after shattering Sword Douluo's Man and Sword as One, looked to have little residual force remaining, but in reality, it was still terrifying. Smashing against his chest, it nearly cracked his sternum and broke several ribs to boot.
Upon returning to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he would likely need to recuperate properly for quite some time.
After landing, Sword Douluo straightened up. He had not wanted to display an injured posture in front of the Shrek group, but his chest suddenly flared with pain, causing