The All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Tournament was still underway in full swing. They knew nothing of everything happening outside.
In the VIP seats, Xue Ye looked at the arena in surprise and said to Ning Fengzhi beside him, "Sect Master Ning, it seems Shrek is not as unbearable as the rumors claim. They're no simple team."
"Indeed." Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly and nodded in agreement. He then turned his gaze toward Ayan on the other side. Seeing that she remained completely unmoved, he could not help but frown.
As if recalling something, he suddenly added, "Speaking of this team, after they were driven away by Prince Xue Xing and Prince Xue Beng, it was His Highness the Crown Prince who insisted on keeping them."
Prince Xue Xing, seated in the second row, curled his lip disdainfully. "They're merely three Soul Ancestors. The three of them can't even make up one man. Even if they had truly entered Heaven Dou Royal Academy, they would only have disgraced the Heaven Dou Empire. The Heaven Dou Empire is ashamed to associate with eunuchs. And so what if they have a ten-thousand-year fourth Soul Ring? Blue Silver Grass is nothing but a useless Martial Soul. It will never amount to anything."
He was in charge of Heaven Dou Royal Academy. If they lost to Shrek—especially the Shrek he had once humiliated—he would naturally lose face.
"Prince Xue Xing, mind your words. You are insulting exceptionally talented Soul Masters, and insulting His Highness the Crown Prince." Meng Shenji, one of Heaven Dou Royal Academy's board members seated beside him, said unhappily.
Prince Xue Xing's voice turned cold, showing Meng Shenji no respect whatsoever. "Bishop Meng Shenji, don't slander me. When did I ever insult my nephew? I'm merely stating the facts. Do you dare