[Most Beautiful Pope: Trash belongs in the trash can.]
Prince Xue Xing walked up to the three members of the Academic Affairs Committee and snorted.
"Is this how you choose talent for the empire, Meng Shenji? You bring any old riffraff into the academy?"
Meng Shenji frowned. "Your Highness, that's not right. These students are exceptionally gifted, with boundless potential. They're exactly the kind of talent our academy needs."
"Talent? Pah!" Prince Xue Xing scoffed. "A bunch of bumpkins from some countryside academy, and you call them talented?"
He turned to look at Flender and the others, his eyes full of contempt.
"I don't care if you're called Shrek or Slime. Get out of Heaven Dou City at once! You're not welcome here!"
Flender trembled with rage, but he didn't dare speak up.
The other man was a prince. He was only a lowly Soul Saint; he couldn't afford to offend him.
Meng Shenji was about to argue further, but Prince Xue Xing immediately played his trump card.
He beckoned to someone behind him, and a figure quietly appeared.
The man wore a green robe and was gaunt, his emerald eyes like those of a venomous snake, radiating a bone-chilling cold.
It was Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.
[I Am Not Yanzi: It's my grandpa! He's here!]
Dugu Bo's appearance instantly plunged the atmosphere into an icy chill.
The three members of the Academic Affairs Committee looked grim. They had never imagined that Prince Xue Xing would even summon this god of calamity.
Dugu Bo merely swept a cold glance over the Shrek group, looking at them as if they were a bunch of corpses.
He said nothing, but the terrifying pressure of a Titled Douluo had already left Flender and the others struggling to breathe.
Tang San's face had gone