Tang Hao Defeated, Shrek Left Limping
Tang Hao's face was extremely grim. How did that damned Fang Fan know everything?
Even his most secret schemes hidden deep in his heart—
Arrangements for Ah Yin and Xiao Wu--
They knew everything about him, as if they had delved into his stomach and read every single thought of his.
His eyes were filled with a murderous intent so intense it was almost tangible; he wished he could smash the boy into a pulp with a hammer right then and there.
But he knew he couldn't do it; Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword was lurking menacingly, and even though Pufferfish Douluo was injured, he still fiercely protected Fang Fan.
And the triangular crystal in the boy's hand—
The brief fluctuation he felt just moments ago instinctively made him wary; that thing could definitely withstand his full-force attack.
There's no chance of winning if we drag this out any longer; the only option is to leave with the mistress.
He suddenly swung the Clear Sky Hammer and slammed it hard into the ground in front of him. Black lightning and Soul Power surged out, dust and gravel flew everywhere like a curtain, and the deafening roar made everyone subconsciously squint their eyes.
When the dust settled, the spot was completely empty.
Tang Hao and Tang San disappeared.
Yu Xiaogang, Flender, Liu Erlong, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Tai Tan —the seven Shrek members—remained alone in place, looking at each other in bewilderment. The lingering elation from Clear Sky Douluo's appearance still clung to their faces, but that elation had gradually solidified and shattered, ultimately transforming into utter bewilderment and despair.
The mighty Clear Sky Douluo, a level 95 Titled Douluo, a legendary figure renowned throughout the continent for decades—
She actually ran away with her son.
Moreover, he only brought Tang San with him; all the so-called "one of their own" were left here.
Flender's legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his glasses askew on his nose, forgotten to be held up.
He never imagined that His Excellency Haotian, on whom he had placed all his hopes, would abandon them so cleanly and decisively.
They were so arrogant when they came, and now they regret it so much.
This trip to Skywater City not only failed to bring Shui Bing'er back, but also completely humiliated Shrek Academy, leaving them with no face left.
Shui Yunlian straightened her back, her chest held high, and her face wore the composure and pride unique to a victor.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er stood behind her, one as aloof as Ice Lake, the other as lively as spring water, yet both held their heads high, their eyes filled with joy.
Shui Yunlian walked up to Fang Fan, gave him a graceful bow, and her voice was full of heartfelt gratitude:
"His Highness the Holy Son very much for your help, Your Highness. Skywater Academy will forever remember this kindness."
Fang Fan glanced at her, "It's alright."
Shui Yunlian was indeed extremely beautiful, tall and voluptuous, with long silver-blue hair styled in a bun. Her well-maintained face showed few signs of age, except for a fine line at the corner of her eye and her calm yet sharp gaze, which betrayed her true age.
Shui Bing'er stood behind her, her long, icy blue hair cascading down to her waist. Her features were exquisite, like an ice sculpture, and her cool, clear eyes were secretly glancing over, filled with barely concealed curiosity and admiration.
Shui Yue'er, on the other hand, was much more lively. She winked at him without any attempt to hide it, a playful smile on her lips.
The three women each possessed their own unique charm, and together they formed a truly pleasing sight.
"You guys handle these Shrek students."
Fang Fan withdrew his gaze and gestured with his chin toward Yu Xiaogang and the others.
"His Highness the Holy Son!"
Shui Yunlian turned around, and the look in her eyes as she looked at the Shrek Academy members instantly changed from gratitude to icy killing intent.
This group has repeatedly come to the Skywater Academy to cause trouble. Last time they blocked the students, and this time they brought Titled Douluo to disrupt the event. Do Skywater Academy is easy to bully?
With a wave of her hand, the teachers from the Skywater Academy pounced on her like wolves.
This time the punches and kicks were even more brutal than the last, and screams of agony filled the air.
The crisp cracking sounds of bones breaking echoed through the street. By the time everything returned to calm, all of Shrek's legs had been broken, and they could only limp away on crutches.
Flender cried, Oscar cried, and Yu Xiaogang's eyes reddened.
Ma Hongjun's shrill sobs were the most piercing. He was already barely alive, and now his leg had been broken. Every step he took felt like walking on a knife's edge.
They came in arrogant, and they left in a miserable state.
Before the group even left the city gates of Skywater City, infighting broke out among them.
Flender blamed Yu Xiaogang for insisting on coming, Yu Xiaogang blamed Tang Hao for being disloyal, and Ma Hongjun cursed heaven and earth and everyone in that androgynous voice.
They parted on bad terms, and the Shrek Team, which had arrived with great momentum, now resembled a pack of stray dogs with their spines broken.
Shui Yunlian withdrew her gaze, turned around, and respectfully extended her hand to Fang Fan and Sword Douluo:
"Your Highness and Senior Sword Douluo, please rest in the academy. We will host a banquet for you tonight as a token of our gratitude."
The Skywater Academy is built along the lake, with pavilions and towers scattered along the shore. The sun has set, and the lake surface ripples with light. The evening breeze carries the coolness of the lake water.
Shui Yunlian set up a banquet in her Lakeside Courtyard, personally instructing the chef to prepare a table of delicious dishes.
During the banquet Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er carried wine pots,
Pour wine for Fang Fan and Sword Douluo.
As Shui Bing'er poured wine for Fang Fan, her long, icy blue hair slipped down her shoulders, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck.
Her fingertips accidentally brushed against Fang Fan's hand, causing her to pause slightly before continuing to pour wine as if nothing had happened, though a faint blush quietly crept onto her ears.
She took a step back, holding the wine pot in both hands, her cool voice concealing a subtle tenderness:
"If it weren't for Your Highness's intervention today, my sister and I would likely be in a very difficult situation. This cup of wine Bing'er's toast to Your Highness."
She finished speaking, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp. Her fair neck gleamed with a lustrous sheen in the candlelight.
Fang Fan picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and his gaze lingered on her face for a moment.
Shui Bing'er is indeed very beautiful; the shyness that shines through her cool demeanor is even more captivating than mere aloofness.
Shui Yue'er, who was standing next to him, also came over and happily poured him a second cup, her round face showing two shallow dimples.
"Your Highness Your Highness, you were amazing today! That Clear Sky Douluo couldn't even utter a single word in front of you. I thought the legendary figure was incredibly powerful, but it turns out he's just a big fraud!"
Her tone was lively yet sincere, like a chattering little lark.
Sword Douluo sat alone, drinking, watching the scene before him. He merely shook his head slightly, but a rare smile appeared on his lips.
He had long seen through Rongrong's thoughts, and now he had several more. This kid really knew how to attract women.
After the banquet, it was already late at night. Shui Yunlian personally escorted Fang Fan and his party to a secluded courtyard deep within the academy.
Xiao Wu's Soul Power was sealed, and she was temporarily placed in the room next to Ning Rongrong's. She was still somewhat depressed, but no longer as desperate as before.
Although she hadn't said a word during the meal, she had taken in every word Fang Fan said about Soul Spirit. Now, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, her emotions were churning like a surging tide.
Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing returned to their room. Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a soft, silvery glow on her cold, beautiful face.
Her hands gently encircled Fang Fan's waist, her deep eyes looked up at him, her thin lips parted slightly, and her voice was as soft as moonlight itself:
"My husband."
Everything is understood without words.