He looked toward Shrek Academy, at Wang Yan's ashen face, at Xuan Zi's livid expression, and at the inner-court disciples, whose faces were either furious or numb.
He said nothing more.
Some things only needed to be said once.
He turned and walked toward the competitors' passage.
Behind him, Shen Muqing clutched the bloodstained clothes. Zhao Tiesheng stared at the scraps of school uniform on the ground. Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen stood side by side. Ji Juechen returned his sword to its sheath. Huo Yuhao lowered his head, lost in thought.
Shrek Academy was finished.
On the main platform, Xu Jiawei looked as though someone had slapped him in front of everyone.
He stared fixedly at the young man on the competition stage, at that face that bore some resemblance to his own. His fingers gripped the armrest of the throne so tightly that it creaked.
"Imperial Brother," Princess Jiujiu said softly beside him. Her gaze also fell on Xu Yanli, and a complicated look flickered in her eyes. "He really does look like Imperial Sister."
Xu Jiawei said nothing, only gritted his teeth harder.
He knew better than anyone that the boy hadn't removed his mask in public to show his face. He'd done it to slap Xu Jiawei in the face.
In front of a hundred thousand Star Luo citizens, he'd told everyone that he was Xu Wangshu's son.
The son of the elder sister Xu Jiawei had betrayed, driving her into a foreign land, where she'd eventually died far from home.
At the same time, he was bringing down Shrek Academy. In peacetime, Shrek Academy's existence truly was an eyesore.
But the problem was, this was wartime!
This was precisely when every nation needed Shrek Academy.
Standing on the competition stage, Xu Yanli sensed the many