The next morning, Xuan Zi looked at the main team members before him and said in exasperation,
"I went out of my way to hush up what happened last night, and this is the result you give me?"
His beard bristling and his eyes glaring, Xuan Zi stared at this generation's Shrek Seven Devils standing before him. His gaze swept across each of their faces before he continued,
"Look at you. You look like pigs stripped of their bristles. Even if you were seven pigs with ten thousand years of cultivation, Huo Yuhao shouldn't have been able to finish you off so effortlessly in a single night. Yet he didn't even get the hem of his clothes dirty, and he's attending classes in the Outer Court as usual."
Xuan Zi's anger naturally left the seven from the Inner Court feeling ashamed. They had originally coordinated their stories, intending to insist that they had failed to encounter Huo Yuhao and had come up empty-handed two nights in a row.
Unfortunately, some helpful bystander had popped up from somewhere in the Outer Court and reported to Du Weilun that people were lying in ambush for Outer Court students on the path beside their dormitories.
Although Du Weilun had already known about Xuan Zi's arrangements and had therefore suppressed the matter, promising that student some benefits to keep them quiet,
this had still exposed the seven's coordinated story.
Ordinarily, what would have angered Xuan Zi most was that these seven had dared to deceive him. But today's incident was far too unusual.
These seven standing before him were this generation's Shrek Seven Devils, the elite fighters who would represent Shrek Academy in the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.
If they couldn't take down a single Huo Yuhao even after deliberately plotting