Shrek Academy's protective soul-tool barrier hummed violently after Mu Huang slammed it with a single palm.
The dull boom was like a signal flare, and the academy erupted into chaos almost instantly.
Red alarm lights flashed wildly as several figures shot into the sky from different directions. Within a few breaths, a line of people had appeared at the main gate—three Super Douluo clad in Three-Word Battle Armor stood side by side, with seven or eight Battle Armor Masters at the Soul Douluo and Titled Douluo levels behind them. The light of their released Martial Souls connected into a single mass, sealing the entire entrance tight.
The elder at the forefront possessed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul. His beard and hair were completely white, and faint arcs of electricity flickered between the scaled patterns of his Three-Word Battle Armor. He stared at Mu Huang for several seconds, recognized him, and his pupils contracted slightly. Still, his tone remained fairly polite. "Sect Master Mu, you have come to Shrek Academy in such an imposing manner. Are you planning to be an uninvited guest?"
Mu Huang stood with his hands behind his back and did not answer immediately. He swept his gaze over the formation before him. He was not nervous; if anything, he found it rather amusing. Back when the Body Sect had come politely to request the return of what belonged to them, if they had received this level of welcome, why would things have dragged on until today?
"An uninvited guest?" He sneered. "When has my Body Sect ever come here without politely submitting a formal notice and following procedure? And what happened? We never even touched the threshold of Sea God Pavilion. Since no one listened after all the polite words were spoken, don't blame me