Amid the roaring waves of noise from the spectators, both competing sides left the stage and filed out in order.
The fervent shouts, arguments, and cheers still lingered above the Soul Fighting Arena, refusing to fade, but the two opposing teams had already returned to their designated rest areas.
Inside Spirit Hall's private rest area, a single door shut out all the noise and clamor outside.
Within the hall, Bibi Dong stood silently before the floor-to-ceiling windows in her luxurious purple robes. Her gaze pierced the crowds and raised platforms, fixing firmly on a corner that had long since emptied.
Where Lan Changsheng had stood earlier, not a figure remained.
She simply watched in silence, motionless for a long time, unseen shadows and obsession churning in her eyes.
Shrek's victory in this match had never been the end, much less a reason for her to retreat.
She knew better than anyone that the true support behind Shrek, this dark horse team that had risen out of nowhere, this academy now riding high, had never been Grandmaster's tactics or the Shrek Seven Monsters' talent. It was that man in spotless white who looked down upon all living beings: Lan Changsheng.
During their last confrontation from afar, he had casually crushed her strength and could have destroyed her plans with a raised hand, yet in the end, he had shown mercy and spared her life.
Others might have considered it a gift, an act of compassion.
But to Bibi Dong, it was the greatest humiliation of her life, the most bone-piercing mockery.
A truly powerful person, if they wished to settle a grudge, would cut out the weeds by the roots and annihilate the enemy completely.
In her mind, Lan Changsheng had simply disdained to kill her. He considered her obsession, her