Watching as their family's future—someone born only once in several generations—lost his life because Shrek had no sense of a teacher's duty, they could do nothing to twist the other side's arm. No matter how great their fury, they could only swallow it.
Only because they were commoners.
"Commoners" was the polite word. In the eyes of the nobles, they were nothing but scum. Why would anyone stand up for them and seek justice?
Just as they were preparing to leave with their children's bodies, the sound of disciplined marching came from afar. A thousand-strong army was clearly heading their way.
Everyone immediately fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
As for Flender, Zhao Wuji, and the others, they didn't take the soldiers seriously at all.
In war, the strength of a Soul Emperor could match at least a thousand elite soldiers. They had a Soul Saint and Soul Emperors among them, so they had nothing to fear.
Still, they were afraid. After all, there were only a handful of them, and taking on an entire nation was unrealistic.
Before long, the thousand-strong army had surrounded Shrek Academy.
As the academy's dean, Flender naturally remained calm in the face of such a situation. Otherwise, how could he serve as the dean of Shrek Academy, the so-called Monster Academy?
When Flender saw the general leading the troops, he recognized him: Babaturu, the garrison commander of Suotuo City.
"General Babaturu, what brings you here?" Flender greeted him with a broad smile.
Babaturu sneered. "Flender, we've received a report from concerned citizens that the Shrek Academy you founded is a sham academy. You've lured ignorant children in with your 'monsters' gimmick, ruined the lives of countless children, and even extorted huge sums from them. Do you admit it?"
Flender had never imagined