Shrek Academy? Shrek Slaves

"This is wonderful... Boss Flander, with you here, we still have hope..."

Yu Xiaogang was so excited that tears streamed down his aged face.

But just as a spark of hope had begun to flare in Tang San's heart—

"Clang!"

A crisp, piercing sword cry suddenly rang out within the cramped secret chamber!

A terrifying sword aura, sharp and laced with frigid killing intent, instantly swept through the room!

"Thud! Thud!"

Ma Hongjun and Oscar did not even have time to scream before the pressure of a peak Douluo forced them to their knees. Their bones creaked under the unbearable strain.

Flander and Zhao Wuji's expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively tried to activate their Avatars of Spirit.

But before they could circulate their Soul Power—

A Seven Kill Sword radiating terrifying cold light had appeared without warning at Flander's throat.

The sharp sword aura instantly cut Flander's skin, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Sword Douluo!"

"Your Excellency Sword Douluo! What are you doing?!"

Tang San and Yu Xiaogang cried out in terror.

"Don't move."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's face was frosty as he gave Flander a contemptuous glance and said coldly:

"Make one more move, and I won't mind ensuring that your Shrek Academy leaves no descendants after today."

"Master Ning! What does this mean?!"

Flander stared fixedly at Ning Fengzhi, cold sweat pouring down his forehead as he roared in fury,

"We came here in good faith to help you fight Spirit Hall, yet your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School repays kindness with treachery!"

"Help us?"

Ning Fengzhi leisurely walked up to Flander.

"Flander, what do you think you are? What gives you the right to claim you helped my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Ning Fengzhi sneered, his gaze sweeping across everyone in the secret chamber.

"For this so-called alliance of yours, to protect this useless cripple without even a spirit... my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School staked the foundation of the greatest support school in the world, and half of Uncle Gu's life! And now, I have even taken the blame for betraying the Clear Sky School!"

"I have paid so much. Is it not only right that I collect a little interest now?"

Tang San shuddered. A sense of foreboding instantly clenched around his heart.

He stared hard at Ning Fengzhi, his voice trembling. "Ning Fengzhi... what exactly do you want to do?!"

Ning Fengzhi turned around and looked down at Tang San.

"Tang San, I told you earlier. You must show your sincerity toward the alliance."

Ning Fengzhi turned to Chen Xin and gave him a look.

Chen Xin immediately understood. He held two fingers together like a sword, and two sharp streams of sword intent burst from his fingertips!

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

"Splat! Aah!!"

The two streams of sword intent shot like lightning into the lethal acupoints on Zhao Wuji and Flander's shoulder blades!

Two bursts of blood exploded from their backs. They screamed and crashed heavily to their knees, their bodies convulsing violently.

"Boss Flander! Old Zhao!!"

Yu Xiaogang cried out miserably.

"Don't waste your strength."

Chen Xin withdrew his hand and looked down at the two men on the ground.

"My Seven Kill Sword intent has tightly sealed your meridians. From now on, if either of you forcibly uses more than thirty percent of your Soul Power, this sword intent will become a meat grinder and mince your internal organs to pulp!"

Ning Fengzhi nodded in satisfaction and issued an order to Tang San.

"Tang San, from now on, write out every single core blueprint of the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons without leaving out one word! As for your fine teachers and fine brothers..."

He waved his hand.

"Take them to the furnace room next door! Make them forge and assemble them!"

After saying that, Ning Fengzhi walked over to Tang San again, seized him by the collar, and lifted his pale little face.

"I will give you three days. If I do not see the first completed batch of Zhuge God Crossbows and Silent Sleeve Arrows within three days—"

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Oscar, who was pinned firmly to the ground, and smiled coldly.

"Then I will chop off one of that food-system spirit master's hands first. If you still refuse to hand them over, I will remove the one remaining arm of your father, Tang Hao, as well!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dull pounding of iron, accompanied by scorching heat, echoed endlessly through the sealed underground furnace room beneath Blue Ba Academy.

The air was thick with the pungent stench of rust and sweat.

"Didn't you eat?! Put your backs into it! If you don't finish the spring components for this batch of sleeve arrows today, none of you will get a drop of water tonight!"

A Soul Emperor overseer from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School lashed Zhao Wuji's broad back viciously with a thorned vine whip!

"Crack!"

His skin split open, and blood immediately seeped out.

"Hiss!"

Zhao Wuji, the Immovable Bright King who had once shaken the continent, was now bare-chested and drenched in sweat. Yet two sharp sword scars remained clearly visible on either side of his shoulder blades!

Those were the marks left two days earlier, when Sword Douluo Chen Xin had personally used the Seven Kill Sword intent to forcibly seal their extraordinary meridians!

So long as Zhao Wuji or Flander dared to use more than thirty percent of their Soul Power, the residual sword intent in their bodies would turn into countless tiny blades and grind their meridians to pieces!

Though he possessed seventy-six levels of Soul Power, Zhao Wuji could not use it. He could only grit his teeth like a humiliated blacksmith, raise his hammer, and smash it down hard upon the glowing red iron block.

Beside him, Principal Flander, who had always been shrewd and mercenary, was equally black-faced as he desperately worked the bellows.

His hands had blistered and bled from the prolonged, intense labor.

Ma Hongjun was even worse off.

Two Soul Kings from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School watched him closely, forcing him to repeatedly release the flames of the Evil Fire Phoenix to heat the furnace.

The moment his Soul Power was exhausted, Oscar beside him would immediately be forced to create a Recovery Big Sausage and stuff it into his mouth, squeezing every last drop of Soul Power from him.

The proud Shrek prodigies and their principal had now completely become unpaid slaves of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

In the outer chamber beyond the wall.

Tang San was kept under close guard at a desk by two disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his right hand, clutching the brush, trembled violently.

Listening to the sound of Zhao Wuji being whipped next door, Tang San's heart bled. Tears of humiliation mixed with sweat and fell onto the rice paper.

The Tang Sect Secret Arts! Those were the greatest secrets he had relied upon to survive in his previous life, treasures he held dearer than life itself!

[Tang Sect Codex: Anyone who steals this sect's secret arts shall be killed without mercy!]

Yet now, he was locked up here like a dog, personally drawing the detailed blueprints and mechanisms of the Zhuge God Crossbow, Flying God Claw, and Silent Sleeve Arrow for outsiders, without omitting a single word!

The humiliation of stripping himself bare and allowing others to butcher him nearly drove Tang San mad!

"Little San... Little San! Stop drawing! Come quickly and look at your father!!"

Suddenly, Yu Xiaogang, huddled in the corner, let out a terrified scream.

Tang San shuddered violently, threw down his brush, and lunged toward the stone bed.