Toji Fushiguro's Might, Elder Zhuang: "Mu En, save us! We seem to be on the verge of dying!"

Gong Changlong was far weaker than Elder Song.

Before he could even make out Toji's movements, he felt his face caught in a pair of iron pincers.

The pain in his face made him grunt.

To his despair, no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free of that iron-pincer grip.

Toji Fushiguro gave a contemptuous laugh, then hurtled like a meteor,

dragging Gong Changlong straight down toward Shrek Academy's training grounds.

Boom!

Gong Changlong's head slammed into the ground with a tremendous, dull crash.

Dust and smoke instantly billowed across the entire Shrek training grounds.

The students standing nearby swallowed at the sight, then hurriedly fled.

They were terrified of becoming fish caught in the disaster sweeping through the pond.

As the dust cleared, a circular crater twenty to thirty meters across emerged in the center of the training grounds.

Inside the crater, Gong Changlong's clothes were in tatters, and blood stained half his face,

while the back of his head was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

Gong Changlong was foaming at the mouth, his eyes rolled back. He had clearly lost consciousness.

Toji Fushiguro still stood in that classic stance of a powerhouse.

As the dust cleared completely, the students of Shrek Academy saw soul rings light up beneath his feet, one after another.

Purple, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red!

"Th-this is impossible! What kind of heaven-defying soul ring configuration is that?"

Many students gasped in shock when they saw the final four red soul rings.

The three hundred thousand year soul rings of the blue-robed powerhouse in the sky had already been enough to astound them, but they had never expected the man before them to be a master among masters.

What did four hundred thousand year soul rings mean?