"Yes! We can't just let this go!" Another elder slammed the table and rose to his feet. "An academy of unknown origins actually dared to kill people from Shrek!
If we don't teach them a lesson, where will Shrek's dignity go?"
"March over there! Let Shen Zhou know that Shrek is not to be trifled with!"
"Surround and destroy Martial Soul Academy! Avenge Elder Xuan!"
"Elder Mu, give the order!"
The hall seethed with righteous indignation. Seven or eight elders spoke over one another, each filled with fury, wishing they could immediately storm White Tiger City.
Dai Yueheng knelt on the floor, listening to their furious roars. His lips moved, but he said nothing.
He recalled Qian Daoliu's sword strike.
Golden sword light had torn through the night sky. Elder Xuan had not even been able to dodge before the first strike severed his left arm, and the second killed him.
With that kind of strength, could Shrek truly win even if it mobilized everyone it had?
He did not know.
But he knew that most of these elders clamoring for revenge had never truly witnessed Qian Daoliu's strength.
"Enough."
Mu En's voice was not loud, yet the entire hall fell silent in an instant.
He slowly opened his eyes. A flash of sharp light passed through his clouded old eyes as he swept his gaze across everyone present.
"What are you all shouting about?"
No one dared speak.
"Xuan Zi was an old friend of mine.
I watched him grow from a brash young boy into a Level 98 Super Douluo and take on the burden of Sea God Pavilion.
Now that he is dead, I am more grieved than any of you."
Mu En's voice was soft, yet it struck every heart like a heavy hammer.
"But anger