If they really pushed him over the edge, even Xu Qingjia couldn't imagine what he might do once he went mad.
I no longer care about right or wrong. So what if I sink the Douluo Plane!
Leng Yaozhu nodded slightly. Given Xu Qingjia's importance, those old fellows in the Federation would certainly have prepared plenty of lifesaving items for him. There was no question about that.
"Public security in Shrek City is quite good," Leng Yaozhu said.
"Just try to stay away from Shrek Academy in your day-to-day life. Quite a few people there aren't right in the head."
Although relatively few people probably knew how important Xu Qingjia was to the Federation now, his identity alone was prestigious enough. He could be considered the Xu Family's next family head, the grandson of a giant in the Federation Military, and the only child of the Federation Council's Vice Chairman, Sun Douluo, a Limit Douluo.
Even if the Holy Spirit Cult captured him, anyone who wasn't a complete and utter idiot would generally understand that Xu Qingjia was worth far more alive than dead. They would certainly choose to use him to negotiate some exchange of benefits with the Federation.
But there were always a few people in this world with something wrong with their heads.
And in the eyes of the Federation's many factions, Shrek Academy was undoubtedly just such a place-a veritable factory for producing mental patients.
Ever since the Spirit Pagoda had parted ways with Shrek Academy and the Tang Sect, Shrek City might still have been one city, but it had long since begun to split into two distinct halves.
"They're just a bunch of sore losers," Xu Qingjia said disdainfully.
If someone hadn't insisted on cheating from outside the arena in what should have been