"Outrageous!" The guard beside the emperor bellowed, trying to force Xu Yanli to his knees with the pressure of a Titled Douluo.
Xu Yanli chuckled and gave his neck a slight twist. The next moment, a black figure appeared behind him. The terrifying pressure was not only reflected back, but amplified on its way.
"That's enough." Xu Jiawei knew this was no time for a scene. "As a prince of the Sun Moon Empire, you naturally needn't bow to me. Very well. I shall now declare the start of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament."
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The people shouted, their enthusiasm roused in an instant.
Of course, quite a few people still watched Xu Yanli sidelong, murderous intent showing in their eyes.
Xu Yanli was utterly unconcerned. He raised his fan to cover the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible as he looked at everyone with an air of superiority and disdain.
"Your Highness, don't you think you've gone a bit too far?" Xiao Hongchen asked nervously.
Xu Yanli snorted. "I'll never bow to him in this life. One day, I'll make him welcome me with the sheep-led surrender ceremony."
"What's that?" Xiao Hongchen asked, completely baffled.
Xu Yanli glanced at him and chuckled. "The greatest humiliation a country can suffer, and a slow slicing death for its emperor."
Xu Yanli's thoughts were far from as simple as his words suggested. Instead, he felt a pang of sorrow—not for this world's future, but for a line of text in the history of his previous life.
The next match was clearly Shrek Academy versus Tianling Advanced Soul Master Academy's team, while the afternoon's match would feature the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy.
Although Xu Yanli already knew most