"Dragon God Douluo was the title of a Shrek forebear! No one outside Shrek may take it!"
Long Yeyue's voice echoed above the stadium, sharp and fierce, like a blade cleaving through the solemn, peaceful title-conferral ceremony.
She stood in the spectator stands, wings of light and darkness unfurled behind her. Black and white radiance intertwined and spiraled, enveloping the surrounding seats in flickering light and shadow.
That interwoven power was so dense it almost took solid form, creating a visible vortex of energy around her that forced the spectators in the nearby rows to lean back.
Her eyes fixed on Qi Ji on the platform with the ferocity of a beast protecting its young, like a mother beast whose territory had been invaded.
She had originally intended to leave Shrek and see for herself what this much-hyped number one genius of the Federation was really like.
She had always taken issue with Qi Ji. What right did a genius who had never joined Shrek have to be elevated to such a position by the Federation?
Yet she had never expected to stumble upon this scene.
Someone actually wanted to use the title of a Shrek forebear. Fine, then! Had she not been here today, they would probably have had to swallow this insult in silence.
"Heh..." Qi Ji couldn't help chuckling. Honestly, if he had suffered some lapse of judgment and decided to call himself Thousand Hands Douluo or something, he really wouldn't have had a rebuttal.
But... Dragon God... With that name, you're talking to me about seniority?
Even Old Geezer has no objections. Where did yours come from?
As far as Qi Ji was concerned, Di Tian should have slapped Mu En dead the moment he used that title ten thousand years ago.
After all, it was