I, Li Yusong, a Six-Ring Soul Emperor, Demand an Explanation!

As night deepened, Li Yusong lay in bed in a small room in Shrek Academy's rear courtyard, having a pleasant dream.

In his dream, he had returned to his younger days, when he still had hair on his head and his back was straight. The Dragon-Pattern Staff in his hand swept through all opposition, and he had been somewhat famous in the Soul Master world.

In the dream, he was crushing an opponent in a sparring match and was just about to win when a tremendous boom came from afar, violently dragging him out of his sweet dream.

Li Yusong abruptly opened his eyes and rolled up into a sitting position.

"Who!?"

He listened carefully for a moment. Sure enough, sounds of battle came from the front courtyard. Even through several walls, he could feel the collisions of Soul Power and the tremors in the ground.

He got out of bed, grabbed the black-and-red staff resting beside it, and hurried toward the front courtyard.

By the time he circled around from the rear courtyard to the edge of the front courtyard, the battle was already nearing its end.

Hiding in the shadow of the courtyard wall, he saw a sight that made his pupils shrink.

A youth who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen stood in the center of the clearing, while the Shrek Seven Monsters lay scattered around him.

Tang San lay motionless amid a pile of rubble. Dai Mubai was unconscious on his back. Xiao Wu was curled up on the ground. Ma Hongjun clutched his stomach and leaned against a tree, too unsteady to stand. Zhu Zhuqing knelt on one knee, trembling all over. Ning Rongrong and Oscar were still standing, but their faces were pale, and they had clearly lost the will to fight.

Li