Prince Xue Xing could not even be bothered to look at him and interrupted with a wave.
"Facts? My word is fact!"
"Heaven Dou Royal Academy represents the empire. There is no place here for ill-mannered peasants like you."
"If you know what's good for you, get off this mountain right now!"
The smile vanished completely from Flender's face.
He was a mighty level seventy-eight Battle Soul Saint. In all his travels across the provinces, he had never suffered such public humiliation.
The three chief education commissioners did everything they could to dissuade him. Meng Shenji even cited the regulations and argued his case, but Prince Xue Xing held the empire's finances and personnel appointments in his hands. He paid the three Soul Douluos no heed.
The entire main hall erupted into a heated argument.
Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, who would have appeared to back the prince in the original course of events, was nowhere to be seen.
Dugu Yan was absent as well.
All seven core members of the current Imperial Fighting Team were training behind closed doors at the Mimicry Cultivation Grounds on the rear mountain.
Ever since Gu Feng announced that he would break through to level fifty and become a Soul King before the tournament, Yu Tianheng had trained like a madman, dragging the Shi Brothers, Yu Feng, and the others into twelve extra hours of practice every day. The whole team was racing against time to break past the level forty threshold. None of them cared about the nonsense happening on the front mountain.
Even without a Titled Douluo's oppressive presence, Prince Xue Xing and his accompanying royal guards alone were enough to humiliate Flender utterly.
Flender ground his molars furiously, ripped the guest elder badge from his chest, and hurled it to the ground.