The moment that firework exploded in the night sky, the area before the Tang Sect's gates, which had been filled with thunderous fighting, suddenly fell silent.
The Iron Blood Sect disciples stopped what they were doing and looked up at the red Shrek emblem.
The expressions on everyone's faces shifted from ferocity to confusion, then from confusion to fear.
The Tang Sect disciples also stopped fighting, gasping for breath as they watched the slowly fading firework overhead. Some were bewildered, while others were overjoyed.
Tang Wen was stunned as well.
He stared at the firework for several breaths. His pupils suddenly contracted, then abruptly widened.
He recognized that symbol.
It was Shrek's school emblem, a symbol that Shrek had carried for ten thousand years.
He did not know why a firework bearing that symbol had been set off in his own backyard, but none of that mattered now.
What mattered was that this firework signal meant Shrek's reinforcements would arrive at any moment.
"Shrek! Shrek Academy!" Tang Wen's voice trembled with excitement, but every word reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity. "Our reinforcements will be here any moment!"
The Iron Blood Sect disciples exchanged looks, their grips on their blades growing unsteady.
Shrek Academy, the number one academy on the Douluo Continent—none of them knew better than the Iron Blood Sect what the Supervision Group was capable of.
Offending the Tang Sect was one thing. Offending Shrek meant they had a death wish.
Tie Li looked up at the fading traces of the firework in the night sky, his brows twisted into a tight knot.
Why had Shrek gotten involved?
How had a fallen sect like the Tang Sect managed to forge ties with Shrek?
He instinctively wanted to order a retreat, but Tie Tang's voice sounded