Shrek Academy remained much as it had always been, as though the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Soul Fighting Tournament had left this sacred ground for soul masters untouched.
Although many more voices of doubt had arisen across the continent, Shrek Academy was still Shrek Academy. With ten thousand years of foundations behind it, neither its various internal problems nor the criticism from outside could possibly bring about its decline overnight.
Besides, the institution that had defeated Shrek Academy was the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy. It could not draw students away from the Original Three Douluo Empires.
Whatever state Shrek Academy was in, the three great empires could not possibly move against it at a time like this.
They were still counting on Shrek Academy to stand at the very front and repel the Sun Moon Empire's offensive if it launched another war.
Compared with the three great empires, the Sun Moon Empire would clearly target Shrek Academy far more aggressively.
Since its supply of students had suffered no serious problems, Shrek Academy naturally would not take too great a hit. Most of the fire had been drawn away by the members of the main team.
Inside a room within the Golden Tree, Yan Shaozhe looked utterly bedraggled. The phantom of a bright phoenix appeared behind him, and both he and his martial soul continuously absorbed the surrounding light elements, yet his expression was one of unbearable pain.
Scenes from his past kept surfacing in his mind: the grief of losing his father in his youth, and the proud satisfaction he had felt when his own talent earned him admission to Shrek Academy and Mu En took him as a disciple.
The faces of Feng Ling, Xian Lin'er, and Cai Mei'er appeared one after another. The looks they