Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect Seals Its Mountain, Shrek Flees to the Star Luo Empire

A corner of the main hall.

The Shrek Seven Monsters gathered together.

A deathly silence hung over them.

Tang San lowered his head.

His fists were clenched tight, his nails digging deep into his palms as blood streamed down.

They had failed.

They had been utterly defeated.

He had always prided himself on calculating everything, on never missing a single possibility.

But before that absolute violence, every one of his schemes had become a ridiculous joke.

Dai Mubai leaned against the wall in a daze.

Ma Hongjun's eyes had reddened.

Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar couldn't even say a word.

Not only had their rescue mission failed completely.

Xue Ye the Great had most likely already died.

The heaviest blow was... Liu Erlong was dead.

To buy them time to tear open space and escape, Liu Erlong had charged madly at Qian Renxue.

Yet all it took was a crimson sword beam.

Before everyone's eyes, one of the Golden Iron Triangle, a woman as ferocious as a tyrannosaur, was cut down.

Several pillars of Shrek Academy had fallen.

In this battle, Shrek had lost all of its high-level combat strength.

Tang San slowly raised his eyes.

His pupils brimmed with towering hatred and unwillingness.

"Qian Renxue..."

His voice was as cold as an evil ghost crawling out of hell.

"If I don't avenge this grudge, I, Tang San, swear I'll no longer be human!"

A cane struck the marble floor with a sharp, tearing sound.

Yu Xiaogang, pale as paper and left with only one leg, limped into the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall.

His leg trembled violently, his robe was crumpled beyond recognition, and he looked as haggard as a walking corpse.

"Little San!"

"What happened in Heaven Dou City?"

"Where's Erlong?"

"Why didn't Erlong come back with you?"

Yu Xiaogang stared fixedly at Tang San, his hoarse voice filled with heart-wrenching panic.

Just half an hour earlier, after waking up, he had still been waiting for good news from the execution ground.

In his view, it was only a rescue. Tang San and the others should have been able to handle it.

But the sight of these battered survivors completely shattered his hopes.

Tang San stood stiffly in the center of the hall, his hands hanging tightly at his sides, his fists cracking as he clenched them.

Blood kept seeping through his teeth, staining his lips scarlet.

He pressed his lips together, and only after a long while did he force out a sentence with extreme difficulty.

"Teacher..."

"Teacher Erlong... is dead."

"To cover our retreat, Qian Renxue killed her with a single slash."

Those few words struck like thunder.

"What?!"

Yu Xiaogang's eye sockets nearly split apart.

His mind went blank.

Erlong, who had accompanied him for so many years and loved him so deeply... had actually been killed.

His chest heaved violently, and he spat out a mouthful of pent-up blood.

"Pfft!"

A scarlet mist of blood splashed across the hall's cold floor.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes rolled back. His upright body toppled straight backward, crashing heavily onto the floor as he lost consciousness completely.

In a corner of the hall, Fourth Prince Xue Beng's legs went weak.

Upon learning that Xue Ye the Great had been beheaded, Xue Beng collapsed onto the floor like a lump of mud.

All light had vanished from his eyes, and his lips moved unconsciously.

The sky of the Heaven Dou Empire had completely fallen.

The throne he had dreamed of now had become a laughable illusion.

At the other end of the hall, several top healing-system soul masters of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect formed a circle.

Streams of gentle white and green soul power poured frantically into Bone Douluo Gu Rong's body.

At Gu Rong's empty right shoulder, dark red blood still seeped continuously from the wound.

The baleful aura clinging to the wound was like a venomous snake, wantonly destroying his meridians.

Healing soul power simply couldn't dispel that terrifying killing intent.

Gu Rong groaned in pain, veins bulging across his forehead.

Ning Fengzhi stood beside him, his face so dark it seemed ready to drip water.

His eyes were fixed on Tang San and the remaining members of Shrek.

The fury and killing intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

If they hadn't cooperated with Tang San to rescue Xue Ye the Great, how could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect have wagered everything it possessed?

If they hadn't covered these so-called Shrek monsters, how could Gu Rong have lost an arm?

A level ninety-five Titled Douluo losing an arm was a devastating blow that damaged the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's very foundation.

The entire sect's combat strength had been weakened.

Looking at Tang San, who was uninjured yet wore a face full of dejection, Ning Fengzhi even felt a trace of icy hostility.

He forcibly suppressed the rage in his chest, his voice devoid of the slightest warmth.

"Tang San."

"Carry your master out of the main hall immediately."

"Uncle Bone needs peace and quiet to recover. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is refusing all outside visitors."

This eviction order was utterly blunt, carrying even a bone-chilling coldness.

"Father..."

Ning Rongrong wanted to plead for them, but Ning Fengzhi's cold gaze stopped her.

Tang San naturally sensed the indifference radiating from Ning Fengzhi.

He knew full well that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's sect master had developed a deep grudge against him.

"Boss Dai, carry Teacher. We're leaving."

Tang San didn't dare remain another moment and hurriedly called to Dai Mubai.

Without saying a word, Dai Mubai hoisted the unconscious Yu Xiaogang onto his back.

The remaining members of Shrek lowered their heads and left the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall in miserable condition.

The healing soul masters wiped away cold sweat and retreated to the side, shaking their heads helplessly at Ning Fengzhi.

"Sect Master, the killing intent at Bone Douluo's wound is too domineering. The meridians in his right arm have completely died, so it can't be reattached."

Gu Rong's face was pale as paper as he weakly waved a hand.

"Fengzhi, stop wasting effort."

"That Qian Renxue's sword aura carries an exceptionally terrifying corrosive will."

"Being able to keep my life is already this old man's good fortune."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath and turned to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Uncle Sword, what exactly happened?"

"Uncle Bone has the Spatial Escape Technique. How could someone cut off his arm?"

Chen Xin's expression was incomparably ugly. "When we fought at Heaven Dou Square, Qian Renxue never clashed with Old Bone head-on."

"That vicious woman feigned an attack, but her ninth soul skill was aimed directly at Rongrong from the start."

"To protect Rongrong, Old Bone forcibly used his body to block it, and she cut off his right arm with one slash!"

After hearing Chen Xin's account, Ning Fengzhi froze.

A feint?

A diversion?

A bitter, self-mocking smile rose on Ning Fengzhi's lips.

Not long ago, during the Heaven Dou Palace Coup, Qian Renxue had targeted him, the support-system sect master, forcing Uncle Sword to hold back.

That was how she had succeeded in her diversion.

And now, Qian Renxue had used the exact same trick, targeting Rongrong to cripple one of Uncle Bone's arms.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had fallen into the same pit twice!

"This Qian Renxue doesn't follow any rules at all!"

Ning Fengzhi slammed a fist onto the table, sending wood chips flying.

"She doesn't care in the slightest about the bearing of the strong."

"So long as she can win, she'll use any despicable method."

"Rongrong and I have instead become the greatest weaknesses of you two, Uncle Bone and Uncle Sword!"

Ning Fengzhi let out a long sigh, seeming to age ten years in an instant.

Chen Xin gripped his sword hilt and asked in a deep voice, "Fengzhi, what should we do next?"

"Heaven Dou City has fallen into her hands. The royal family and nobles have been slaughtered, and the empire's government exists in name only."

"The Heaven Dou Empire is beyond our control, and we're no longer qualified to interfere." Ning Fengzhi shook his head, his words steeped in endless exhaustion and coldness.

"Xue Ye and Xue Xing are both dead. The royal line has been severed. What do we have to fight Qian Renxue, who occupies Heaven Dou City?"

"Pass down my order. Seal the mountain gate!"

"All disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect are to contract our defenses and prepare at any time for Spirit Hall's coming full-scale purge!"

What mattered most now was defending the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Inside a side hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The unconscious Yu Xiaogang was settled onto a sickbed.

Tang San pressed his palm against Yu Xiaogang's back, slowly channeling the inner power of the Mysterious Heaven Technique into him to stabilize his chaotic blood and qi.

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the doorway, their expressions grim.

"Little San."

Dai Mubai was the first to break the silence.

"The Heaven Dou Empire is in complete chaos."

"Qian Renxue has taken control of Heaven Dou City. Before long, Spirit Hall's military edge will sweep through the surrounding regions."

"Zhuqing and I must return to the Star Luo Empire immediately."

"As a prince of Star Luo, I have to return and have my father mobilize the army to heavily defend the borders."

Dai Mubai looked at Tang San and said heavily, "Little San, Fatty, Little Ao, come back to Star Luo with us."

"If you remain in the Heaven Dou Empire, there's only one path: death."

"Once we're in Star Luo, with the imperial army protecting us, we can make plans again."

Ma Hongjun's eyes reddened as he wiped away tears. "Third Brother, the dean, Teacher Zhao, and Teacher Erlong are all gone. We can't return to Shrek Academy either."

"Let's follow Boss Dai to Star Luo. At least we'll have an army to rely on there."

Tang San withdrew his hand and slowly exhaled a murky breath.

Scarlet light flickered in his eyes, bloodshot veins born of extreme hatred.

"Fatty, Little Ao."

Tang San's voice was as cold as a ten-thousand-year glacier. "You two escort Teacher and go to Star Luo with Boss Dai and Zhuqing."

"Third Brother, what about you?" Oscar asked anxiously. "Aren't you coming with us?"

Tang San slowly clenched his fist, his palm producing a crisp crack of grinding bones.

"I'm going to find my father."

Everyone's hearts tightened. Tang San's father was Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao.

Tang San gritted his teeth, crazed killing intent bursting from his eyes.

"Qian Renxue's strength exceeded our expectations."

"With our current strength alone, we have no chance of defeating that monster."

"Only my father can break the deadlock in Heaven Dou City!"

"Only slaughter can wash away Shrek's humiliation today!"

At the mention of Tang Hao, everyone's hearts stirred slightly.

That peerless powerhouse who had once severely wounded Spirit Hall's pope truly was Tang San's last trump card.

So long as Clear Sky Douluo acted, no matter how strange Qian Renxue was, she ultimately wouldn't be able to withstand the power of the Clear Sky Hammer.

But they were wrong.

The current Tang Hao had severed his own soul bones at the Clear Sky Sect, his soul power having fallen. He was no longer a Titled Douluo.

He was now only a Soul Sage in his seventies.

Tang San was searching for his father only to restore his father's strength.

Now, he needed his father's and the Clear Sky Sect's power.

"Alright!"

Dai Mubai gave Tang San's shoulder a heavy pat.

"Little San, we'll wait for word from you in Star Luo."

"Then we'll fight our way back to Heaven Dou City and avenge the dean and the others!"