Eyes bloodshot, panting like a bull

"How boring. I thought a Soul King would be pretty strong, but... forget it. I'm going back to sleep."

Shi Meng yawned, turned, and walked off the stage.

Just after stepping down, he glanced back toward Zhu Zhuyun, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.

There was one downside to altering causality: the women all knew how strong he was, so it was hard to show off in front of these familiar faces.

Luckily, Zhu Zhuyun's presence made up for that shortcoming.

When she saw Shi Meng looking her way, Zhu Zhuyun's face inexplicably reddened.

"This kid is far too cocky."

That was what she said, but a voice in her heart said, It looks like coming to this academy really wasn't a mistake.

On the other side of the spectator stands, Tang San stood among the crowd, his expression gradually darkening.

"San, he..."

"I saw."

Tang San's tone was calm.

Deep down, however, shock and fury had already left his eyes bloodshot and made him pant like a bull.

Less than a second. One move!

Even when fighting above his level, he had never had it that easy!

Who exactly is this man? With strength like that, he's already given me cause to kill him!

No, I have to get stronger. Quickly!

Besides Blue Silver Grass, my Clear Sky Hammer has to keep up too. I also need to get the immortal herbs as soon as possible.

I absolutely cannot cultivate step by step like I did in my previous life. Time waits for no one. Every extra second a powerhouse like this stays beside Xiao Wu puts her in that much more danger!

Back at Shrek, Tang San saw that the night was still long and decided to cultivate for a while.

But just as he sat cross-legged and prepared to meditate, a terrifying surge of sword intent suddenly swept toward his room!

"Watch out!"

Tang San immediately threw himself flat on the ground. A second later, a streak of sword light cleaved through the building, which collapsed with a crash.

What a terrifying sword strike! Who is it?!

Tang San looked up and saw four figures hovering beneath the moon in the night sky, locked in fierce combat. Behind them shone halos of various sizes.

One, two... nine!

Each of them had a full nine behind him.

Titled Douluos!

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply.

Four Titled Douluos were actually fighting outside Shrek!

Less than five li from Shrek Academy.

Beneath the moonlight, tonight's wind was particularly boisterous.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood with his hands behind his back, his hair and robes white. His sword intent was restrained, yet its pressure kept the surrounding grass and trees from daring to sway.

Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Snake Lance Douluo She Long stood on three different sides.

"Chen Xin, don't look so grim. Didn't we agree on this tonight? It really is just a spar. No hard feelings."

Sword Douluo snorted coldly.

"I've experienced Spirit Hall's idea of sparring long ago."

Chrysanthemum Douluo gave an awkward laugh.

"Calm down, calm down. What happened back then didn't have much to do with our Papal Hall."

The corner of She Long's mouth twitched.

"Your Papal Hall and our Worship Hall are branches of the same tree. Don't dump all the blame on our Worship Hall!"

"Enough!"

Sword Douluo snapped coldly, "Stop bickering here. I don't want to hear it. If you're going to fight, then fight!"

She Long nodded and glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

"I'll only watch."

Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled.

"That's not quite right, Snake Lance Douluo. Miss Qian Renxue is at Dream Academy now too. We'll all be seeing each other regularly from now on. Why not stretch our muscles together?"

The corner of She Long's mouth twitched.

If someone asked him to fight Chen Xin on an ordinary day, he would never readily agree.

But today...

Three against one wasn't out of the question.

The next second, four waves of Titled Douluo pressure rose simultaneously.

Birds and beasts fled within a ten-li radius.

Shrek Academy.

Flender was sitting in his dilapidated office, going over the accounts.

His abacus beads clacked noisily, and the longer he worked, the tighter his brow furrowed.

"Though we made quite a bit from today's betting, it still isn't enough. If we don't find more sources of extra income, Shrek won't even be able to afford vegetables next month."

Zhao Wuji was dozing on the windowsill when his eyes suddenly snapped open.

"Dean, something's wrong!"

Before his words had faded, a terrifying pressure bore down on them from afar.

The abacus in Flender's hands shattered into splinters with a crack.

Zhao Wuji fell off the windowsill, landing butt-first.

"Titled Douluos?! More than one!"

Boom!

A streak of sword energy swept across the sky above Shrek Academy.

Immediately afterward, chrysanthemum petals whirled through the sky like blades.

Ghostly shadows blanketed the ground, and a snake lance split the air.

The four Titled Douluos darted and collided in the darkness, flying every which way. Quite a few of their attacks spilled over into Shrek, destroying many of its buildings.

Smiling, Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum.

"Oh dear, that sword energy of yours went off course."

Ghost Douluo frowned.

"My attack seems to have gone off course too."

She Long flicked his snake lance upward. The gust from its sweep gave the roofs of many Shrek buildings wings, sending them flying.

Sword Douluo snorted coldly and swung his sword backhanded, cleaving Shrek's precariously hanging sign in two.

All four claimed they had "slipped up," yet their strikes were each more precise than the last.

That was right. The goal of tonight's sparring session was to demolish the place!

Inside Shrek Academy, Flender finally reacted. Scrambling and stumbling, he rushed out of his office and shouted at the sky.

"Esteemed seniors! Please show mercy! This is Shrek Academy! Our dean, Flender, knows Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!"

Zhao Wuji crawled out of the rubble, his face turning green.

"Holy shit, Dean, stop shouting! Keep that up and we really will be reduced to ruins!"

Tang Hao is Spirit Hall's most wanted fugitive. Aren't you asking to get us killed by shouting that?

Why is the dean staging a rebellion?

Dai Mubai, his face still swollen like a pig's head, had just tried to get up when a crack sounded overhead. A roof beam struck him, and his face flushed red from the strain before he let out a cry.

"Aooow-"

{Thanks to Teacher Tom for the heartfelt voice performance. Charge the royalties to Tang San.}

Somewhere in Shrek, Ma Hongjun was playing cards with Cuihua.

Cuihua's face was covered in paper strips. Watching the cards in her hand dwindle, Ma Hongjun's expression grew lecherous.

He only had two cards left, and they were the joker bomb. Once he won this round, he could...

But just as he was about to play what he thought was a guaranteed winning hand, a flash of sword light swept past. The joker bomb in his hand instantly turned into snow fluttering through the air.

All three of his legs went limp on the spot.

Cuihua looked down. "Where are your cards?"

Ma Hongjun said, "Gone limp."

My joker bomb! My joker bomb! Which goddamn bastard did that? Squawk!

Another streak of sword energy swept past, and Oscar wasn't spared either.

The full beard he had painstakingly grown for three months was sliced straight through the middle.

Oscar stared blankly at the beard in his hands.

"My beard..."

Tang San hid beneath a table, his fists clenched, eyes bloodshot, panting like a bull.

Titled Douluos.

Four whole Titled Douluos locked in a free-for-all!

He even knew all four of them.

Apart from Sword Douluo, the other three were all from Spirit Hall.

Right, that person beside Shi Meng yesterday seemed to be Hu Liena!

So this Shi Meng is actually from Spirit Hall?

"Shi Meng... you've already given me cause to kill you!"

But hateful as it was, Tang San didn't even dare poke his head out now.

Any stray shock wave outside could turn a puny Soul Master like him into scattered ash.

In the shadows, a burly figure had been about to rush out.

But when he saw the four figures clearly, he pulled his foot back.

One against four? Fight, my hammer! I'm out of here.