"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, stop!"
"Tang San is my disciple. Could you spare his life for my sake?"
Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo about to attack Tang San, Yu Xiaogang had no choice but to swallow his pride and step in.
Tang San had the potential to become a god.
Yu Xiaogang would never allow anything to happen to him.
Whether he could hold his head high in the future and prove his talent to the sect all depended on Tang San.
If Tang San died!
Then he would be nothing but the same good-for-nothing who couldn't accomplish a thing.
So no matter what, Yu Xiaogang had to save Tang San.
What was more, if Tang San broke through level 100 and became a god one day, Yu Xiaogang could go to the Divine Realm and enjoy the good life, too.
His happiness for the rest of his life depended on it, so Yu Xiaogang had all the more reason to protect Tang San.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo turned toward the voice.
At the sight of Yu Xiaogang's detestable face, they both furrowed their brows.
"Yu Xiaogang, what face could a good-for-nothing like you possibly have?"
"Tang San has to die today. Even Jesus himself couldn't save him."
"If you don't know when to quit, don't blame us for sending you to the grave with him."
Chrysanthemum Douluo truly couldn't understand where Yu Xiaogang had found the nerve to ask them for a favor.
Back when they were in Spirit Hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had never thought much of Yu Xiaogang.
Not only was Yu Xiaogang a good-for-nothing, he also liked to flirt with Bibi Dong.
He was always using one scheme or another to get close to her.
If not for Bibi Dong's sake, Yu Xiaogang would have died a thousand times over.
Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan couldn't help him.
A toad hoping to feast on swan meat—he was simply asking for trouble.
And Yu Xiaogang was a toad with no idea of his own place.
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed red!
He cared more about saving face than anything.
Chrysanthemum Douluo had mocked him so mercilessly. How could he stand it?
"Yue Guan, you've gone too far!"
"Even your pope wouldn't dare speak to me like that."
Yu Xiaogang tried to save face.
But Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance. They didn't want to waste any more time on him.
"Get lost!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo slapped Yu Xiaogang flying, shattering Gangzi's front teeth.
If not for Bibi Dong, Yu Xiaogang would already be dead.
The slap cracked through the air, loud and clear.
It shattered Yu Xiaogang's pride on the spot.
"Damn you!"
"You'll pay for this!"
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot.
The next time he went to Spirit Hall to see Bibi Dong, he would make sure to report them.
He'd have Bibi Dong teach them a harsh lesson.
Even Bibi Dong wouldn't have the heart to hit him.
But now he had suffered a disgrace beyond anything he could bear.
There was no way Yu Xiaogang could swallow this humiliation.
"Your Excellencies, would you consider sparing him for the sake of the Star Luo Empire?"
Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was useless, Dai Mubai invoked his own background to intimidate Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
Dai Mubai's status was undeniably noble.
As a prince of the Star Luo Empire, even a Titled Douluo would have to show him some respect.
After all, the Star Luo Empire was not to be taken lightly.
But in the eyes of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, the Star Luo Empire's backing was nothing.
No matter how powerful the Star Luo Empire was, could it really compare to Spirit Hall?
"Kid, this has nothing to do with you. You'd better stay out of it."
"Otherwise, we won't mind killing another prince today."
Chrysanthemum Douluo showed some restraint out of respect for Dai Mubai's princely status.
They were here for Tang San alone. They didn't want to make trouble beyond that if they could avoid it.
But if Dai Mubai didn't know what was good for him—
Then even a prince would have to die.
Bibi Dong had given an absolute order: Tang San had to be dealt with.
Forget Dai Mubai, a mere prince. Even if the Star Luo Emperor came in person, he couldn't save Tang San.
"What if you have the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to deal with, too?"
"Tang San is an honored guest of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If you lay a hand on him, you make an enemy of my sect."
Ning Rongrong stepped forward to speak up for Tang San as well.
She knew this was the perfect time to win Tang San's favor.
If she could save him today, he would surely be grateful to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Rongrong couldn't afford to miss such a chance to help someone when they were down.
She had learned this kind of investment from Ning Fengzhi.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"Why do you people always have to stick your noses in?"
Ghost Douluo was furious.
Since the Clear Sky Sect had gone into seclusion, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had become Spirit Hall's number-one enemy.
Over the years, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had caused Spirit Hall no end of trouble.
As Bibi Dong's trusted subordinates, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were often at daggers drawn with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
If Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo weren't so hard to deal with, Bibi Dong would have razed the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect long ago.
"Little girl, do you think you can stop us?"
"Chen Xin and Gu Rong, those two old men, aren't here. Killing you would be child's play."
"If you dare say another word, today will be the day you die."
Without Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stepping in, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo had no fear of Ning Rongrong.
They wouldn't be afraid even if killing her meant going to war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Spirit Hall now had Qian Daoliu, a god, holding down the fort.
If Ning Fengzhi wanted to wage war against Spirit Hall, he'd better first consider whether he was even qualified.
At those words, Ning Rongrong's little face turned deathly pale.
She used to act without a care in the world, knowing Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo had her back. The sect called her the Little Witch.
But now that she was away from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, her safe haven, Ning Rongrong suddenly realized she was nothing.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were right.
If they wanted her dead, she had no way to fight back.
And the intimidation she'd always been so proud of was useless against them.
The two of them simply didn't fear the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
In an instant, Ning Rongrong no longer dared to speak up for Tang San.
She wanted to recruit Tang San.
But that didn't mean she was willing to risk her life for him.
"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost, daring to bully my son."
"Looks like the lesson I taught you wasn't harsh enough."
Just then, a black-robed figure slowly appeared at Shrek Academy.
The moment he appeared, Flender let out a breath of relief.
He knew everything was under control now.
The newcomer was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao.
"T-Tang Hao..."
"You're still alive..."
"Tang San is your son!"
The moment Tang Hao appeared, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's expressions changed drastically, and even their voices began to tremble.
The battle back then had left them with an unbearable shadow of fear.
Even after all these years, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had never forgotten it.
"As long as I'm here, no one is taking my son away today."
Tang Hao's presence was imposing.
He stood in front of Tang San, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately didn't dare act rashly.
"Damn it!"
"This has gotten complicated!"
The two of them had never imagined Tang San would be Tang Hao's son.
Still less had they imagined that a rundown academy like Shrek would have a prince of the Star Luo Empire, the young master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Tang Hao's son all at once.