The black-robed old man before him had mistaken him for someone from Shrek Academy.
Chen Mo waved a hand and said, "Congratulations, you guessed wrong. I'm not from Shrek. My name is Chen Mo, and I'm a fourth-year student at the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineering Academy."
"Chen Mo?"
"Could you be that Young Sect Master of the Body Sect?"
The black-robed old man looked Chen Mo up and down.
Then he sneered. "So it's you. What does it matter if you're the Body Sect's Young Sect Master and have two Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings? Against our Holy Spirit Cult's three Soul Douluos and dozen-odd Soul Saints, you don't stand a chance."
"Oh?"
"That confident, are you?"
Chen Mo cast a contemptuous glance at the Evil Soul Masters surrounding him.
He even made a derisive gesture.
"Arrogant!"
"Never mind a mere Young Sect Master of the Body Sect like you."
"Even if Du Busi came here today, he couldn't save you. You have my word!"
The black-robed old man flew into a rage.
Just as he was about to attack—
Something unexpected happened.
Not only did Chen Mo show no fear, he even wore a look of gleeful anticipation.
Then a large hand landed on his shoulder.
A deep voice rang out. "Oh? Even if Du Busi came here today, what would happen? I'm getting old, and my ears aren't what they used to be. Would you repeat that?"
Whoosh!
Overwhelming pressure instantly enveloped every Evil Soul Master present.
Chen Mo spoke up. "Master, he said that even if you came here today, you couldn't save me. His words."
At those words, the black-robed old man broke out in a cold sweat.
My life is over.
I was just running my mouth.
*How did the man himself actually show