At that moment, the ones hit hardest were none other than the Shrek Allied Forces' main camp.
The sound of faith collapsing was almost clearly audible.
Ma Hongjun's mouth hung open, and he did not even notice when the chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground and became covered in mud.
He stared blankly up at the sky, then turned to look toward that distant figure he had once worshiped with utter devotion.
"Boss Dai—"
The fatty swallowed, his voice rough and strained.
"Is... is this the Haotian Crown we worshiped?"
"He'd even sell out his wife for a spirit ring?"
Dai Mubai's face was livid. His fists were clenched tight, his nails digging deep into his palms.
He was a prince of Star Luo and had seen plenty of royal infighting, schemes, and intrigue.
But precisely because of that, he had yearned for that kind of pure strength and emotion.
Tang Hao had once been the standard in his heart.
A man who loved and hated boldly, who dared swing his hammer at Spirit Hall.
But now.
That standard had snapped.
Snapped clean in two, spattering him all over with mud in the process.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Dai Mubai gritted his teeth, forcing the words out from between them.
"Maybe... maybe he had some kind of reason."
Even with the facts laid out before his eyes, he still did not want to believe it.
He did not want to believe that Shrek's spiritual pillar was an out-and-out hypocrite.
Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged a glance, and both saw the fear and distance in each other's eyes.
If even Tang Hao was that kind of person...
Then what about Tang San, as Tang Hao's son?
That Third Brother who was usually gentle and refined, always speaking of brotherhood