The two slept in separate rooms, and the night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, Jiang Chen and the other six stood at the plaza before Pope Palace, full of energy as they waited.
Before long, footsteps came from the foot of the mountain.
Jiang Chen turned to look and saw the seven members of Shrek walking up with their heads held high.
Their steps were incomparably firm, and with every step they took, the fighting spirit around them grew stronger.
When the seven of Shrek stepped into the plaza, their fighting spirit, already raised to its peak, pressed fearlessly toward Martial Soul Hall Academy.
Jiang Chen snorted coldly, and icy killing intent burst forth from his body, stabbing straight at the seven from Shrek like frigid blades.
The killing intent he had tempered in Slaughter City was terrifying beyond measure. It was nothing those greenhouse flowers from Shrek, who had only killed a few people, could compare to.
Feeling Jiang Chen's terrifying killing intent, the seven members of Shrek faltered.
The instant the killing intent descended, their skin prickled with pain and their hearts pounded wildly. It was as though they saw a Mountain of Corpses and Sea of Blood, as though they would die the very next moment.
Purple light bloomed in Tang San's eyes. He snorted coldly, his voice carrying spiritual power, and only then did his teammates break free from the illusion created by Jiang Chen's killing intent.
"How could he possess such terrifying killing intent?" Dai Mubai was utterly shaken and could not help blurting out.
The others were also somewhat pale. The fighting spirit they had just gathered had been effortlessly crushed by Jiang Chen.
Grandmaster, standing at the edge of the plaza, had an incomparably grave expression.
He had never expected that