"Xuan Zi is right. Our Academy has strong soldiers and sturdy horses at its command.
If we can't even wipe out an Evil Soul Master stronghold made up of a few Soul Kings, what business do we have competing in the Soul Master Tournament?
We might as well disband right here. Why go all the way to the Star Luo Empire to make a spectacle of ourselves?"
Just then, Wang Yan, the team's deputy leader and its actual commander, spoke up after Xuan Zi.
His words could hardly be called confident.
After all, he had never even considered that gang of Evil Soul Masters worth a second glance, let alone a second thought.
They did not even qualify as a stumbling block.
When Wang Yan finished, the members of the Shrek Team exchanged looks.
In the end, Ma Xiaotao spoke on everyone's behalf. "Teacher Wang, we have no objections. Let's set out now."
Several days later.
The Star Luo Empire.
In the Ming Battle Mountain Range.
"Everyone, come over here." Wang Yan had discovered something and called the others over.
The Outer Court students had no particular thoughts about it and obediently followed like well-behaved children.
The seven Inner Court students, however, all frowned at once.
What nonsense was this fellow up to now?
Had he really taken a chicken feather for a command token and grown accustomed to ordering Inner Court geniuses like them around?
After all, Wang Yan's cultivation was only at the Soul King level.
That was nothing special in the Inner Court.
Even the weakest of the Main Team's seven members was a Soul King, and aside from the support-type Soul Masters, Wang Yan might not actually be a match for any of them in combat.
So they did not accept his authority and held