Flender's Attitude!

The Pope and the Holy Son left one after another, their attitude crystal clear— Yu Xiaogang was discarded by the Spirit Hall like trash!

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became subtle and dangerous.

Those nobles and scholars who were originally intimidated by the Spirit Hall's authority and merely watched coldly now had no more scruples in their eyes.

The Pope's indifference and the Holy Son's disdain seemed to ignite some kind of signal.

"Did you hear that? His Highness the Holy Son said that the title 'Grandmaster' is worthless now!"

"Bah! What a load of Grandmaster! He plagiarized the Spirit Hall's knowledge, distorted theories to harm people, was cowardly and incompetent, even schemed against and used his own cousin, and was a coward who ran away from his wedding!"

"This kind of trash doesn't deserve to share a room with us! He's sullying the banquet hall floor!"

"Get out! Don't get in my way!"

"Throw him out of Heaven Dou City! So he doesn't soil His Crown Prince's place!"

It's unclear who started it, but the long-suppressed contempt and anger finally erupted.

Several noble children and low-level Soul Master, who were usually good at reading people's expressions and eager to show off, rushed forward with disgust on their faces.

"What are you doing! Let go of my teacher!"

Tang San's eyes widened in fury, and he roared as he was about to step forward to stop him.

He couldn't accept that his teacher had been humiliated like that!

Although my own heart also began to waver.

However, a hand like an iron clamp suddenly pressed down on Tang San's shoulder, the powerful force rendering him instantly immobile!

"Mistress! That's enough!"

Flender's voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless weariness, disappointment, and suppressed pain.

Flender's face was ashen, and his eyes behind his glasses were bloodshot.

The despair and coldness in Liu Erlong's eyes as she left, Bibi Dong's words when she revealed Yu Xiaogang's exploitation of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and his Flender's strength and background, were like red-hot irons, burning his heart.

It turns out that their Golden Iron Triangle's camaraderie and the foundation of Shrek were nothing more than tools to be used by Yu Xiaogang!

"Dean?"

Tang San looked at the dean who had stopped him in shock.

"Let him bear it himself..."

Flender's voice was filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. He looked at Yu Xiaogang lying on the ground like a rag Yu Xiaogang, and the last trace of past affection in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only cold indifference and the pain of betrayal.

"He... is no longer the 'Grandmaster' we knew. Everything he did deserves this end."

Flender's hands gripped Tang San's shoulders like iron clamps, preventing him from making any impulsive moves.

Just as Tang San was Sheer Force stopped by Flender, those noble scions, eager to show off, roughly grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arms and legs and dragged him up from the ground without any mercy.

"Let go... let go of me..."

Yu Xiaogang struggled weakly, like a fish out of water, his eyes unfocused, uttering incoherent murmurs.

Snot, tears, and blood mingled with dust and fragments of red silk on the ground, covering his face and his faded gray robe, emitting a nauseating stench.

"Ugh... it stinks like hell!"

A young nobleman, dragging Yu Xiaogang by the leg, couldn't help but gag, his face full of disgust.

"Quickly! Throw it far away! Don't tarnish His Highness the Crown Prince's reputation!"

"Throw him out!"

"Get out of here, you piece of trash!"

Amidst the scorn and contemptuous gazes of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang was dragged along like a bag of real garbage, mercilessly by those few people, through the silent crowd, and across the cold, smooth floor.

His body slid limply against the ground, his gray robe tearing with a screeching sound.

Finally, under the horrified gaze of the doorman, he was roughly swung up and thrown around like a tattered sack.

With a loud thud, it crashed heavily onto the cold, hard Plate steps outside the banquet hall!

A chilly night wind blew by, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Yu Xiaogang lay motionless in that cold place that symbolized utter expulsion, his body twitching slightly. Only his desperate, empty eyes reflected the brilliant yet cold lights of the banquet hall, and the enormous shadow cast by the slowly closing doors, completely isolating him from the glamorous world.

Inside the banquet hall, the doors were closed, isolating the chaos outside.

After a brief pause, the sounds of string and wind instruments cautiously resumed, but could no longer mask the lingering effects of the terrifying storm that had just passed.

Qian Renxue sat upright in the main seat, her gaze complex as she looked in the direction Lin Xia had left, then swept over the door, finally settling on Flender, whose face was ashen, and Tang San, whom she was holding down tightly, his fists clenched, his eyes burning with humiliation and insane hatred.

After a long silence, Qian Renxue, in his capacity as the Crown Prince, spoke directly:

"Meng Shenji Education Committee".

Qian Renxue calmly turned her gaze to the three chief instructors of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, her tone carrying the unquestionable gentle authority unique to the crown prince.

"Yu Xiaogang is a man of questionable character, academically unethical, and morally deficient; he is utterly unfit to be a teacher. He is indeed unfit to continue serving as a guest lecturer at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. After you return, completely remove him from the faculty, revoke all related benefits and privileges, and never enroll him again."

Upon hearing this Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin, the three Soul Douluo instructors, bowed almost simultaneously, their movements perfectly synchronized, displaying the reverence of someone who had just survived a calamity.

"We obey His Crown Prince's decree! We will return and carry it out immediately!"

The weight on their hearts was finally lifted.

The Pope and the Holy Son's attitude is already quite clear. His Highness the Crown Prince's explicit instructions at this moment are both a statement of stance and a way to give them a way out, so that they no longer have to worry about how to deal with Yu Xiaogang, this hot potato.

Removing him from the list is clean, efficient, and perfectly timed.

Qian Renxue's gaze then turned to Flender and Zhao Wuji, whose faces were ashen, as well as Tang San, whose fists were clenched, knuckles white, and head bowed, making it impossible to see his expression, and Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, and others behind him with different expressions.

Qian Renxue's voice softened slightly, carrying a deliberate air of superior tolerance.

"As for the rest of the Shrek Academy..."

Qian Renxue paused, her gaze lingering on Flender and Tang San for a moment longer.

"This matter has no direct connection to you. Yu Xiaogang's personal actions should not implicate the entire academy. Your studies at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy will continue as usual. The academy still welcomes ambitious young people."

These words were like a blunt knife wrapped in velvet, slowly cutting through the taut nerves of Flender and the others.

Pity? Charity? Grace? Or... condescending disdain?

Flender felt an indescribable tightness in his chest.

The Shrek he painstakingly built, and Yu Xiaogang, whom he regarded as a brother, ended up in such a state.

The Crown Prince's words, seemingly showing mercy, actually nailed Shrek Academy to the shadow of shame.

Accept?

This means they presupposed Yu Xiaogang's actions, presupposed that Shrek had been led by such a "pseudo- Grandmaster," and may even have presupposed the suspicion of exploiting Liu Erlong's background.

Where is their dignity?

Leave?

Leaving with the stigma of a despised founder?

What should the college do?

What will happen to these children?

Where can they go?