From This Moment On, Let Zhong Liwu Feel Pain!

As Zhong Liwu and his group launched an unceasing barrage of attacks, the barrier rapidly exploded.

Xuan Zi's Martial Soul Avatar shattered in an instant as well.

His face turned pale, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, and he panted heavily like a bull. Clearly, his condition was dire.

As for the scouts, they were swiftly swallowed by the radiance of Soul Skills of every color.

Though they fought back desperately, before the powerful offensive of Zhong Liwu and his group, they were like ants trying to topple a tree—utterly overestimating themselves.

Miserable screams resounded through the skies.

"Ah! I don't want to die! Elder Xuan, save me!"

"Waaah! I want to go back to the academy!"

Before long, the screams vanished completely along with the scouts' deaths. Blood rained down from the sky, mixed with countless severed limbs and mangled corpses, while a thick stench of blood filled the air.

After enduring Zhong Liwu and his group's earlier attacks, Xuan Zi's body fell rapidly downward like a kite with its string cut, the howl of the wind echoing past his ears.

Bathed in the scarlet rain of blood, he stared at the severed limbs and remains. Scenes from the past surfaced before his eyes—Shrek Students and their families lying dead across the ground.

Those memories gradually overlapped with the scene before him. Faintly, he seemed to hear fate mocking his helplessness.

But was he truly helpless?

As a Rank 98 Super Douluo, he was already one of the strongest people on the Douluo Continent. To protect the students and their families, he had already made tremendous efforts.

Though the result had not been satisfactory, it was not entirely his fault.

If not for the Evil Soul Masters, would so many Shrek Students have died?

If not for