Star Luo Empire, western border.
The night was deep, the stars and moon dim and lightless. The cold wind howled with mournful cries as an earthy yellow streak cut through the sky, trailing a dazzling tail of flame like a brilliant meteor.
The earthy yellow light expanded like a giant umbrella suddenly opening, dozens of meters across. As the radiance slowly faded and dispersed, it revealed one green figure after another.
"Blegh—"
Vomiting broke out everywhere. The green-faced figures staggered about, clutching tree trunks as they threw up violently. Looking at the rainbow-colored mess on the ground, then at the chicken leg in his hand, Xuan Zi suddenly lost his appetite.
Time was short and the mission urgent, so Xuan Zi had flown everyone here himself. How fast was a level ninety-eight Titled Douluo? Reaching the western border of the Star Luo Empire in a single day had nevertheless placed an immense physical burden on both generations of Shrek Seven Monsters. The inner courtyard disciples fared somewhat better, merely pale and green-faced, while the outer courtyard disciples vomited their guts out, practically bringing up all of lunch.
"The Western Legion is here." Xuan Zi raised his head and muttered, "Little Wang, the Academy already notified the Star Luo military in advance. I'll leave this to you. I won't show myself."
"Yes, Elder Xuan."
Xuan Zi turned into a streak of light and vanished. About fifteen minutes later, a squad of warriors clad in black armor descended from the distant sky. A dignified tiger head glimmering with faint white light adorned their chests, while yellow and purple soul rings shone around them. Every one of them was a four-ring Soul Ancestor with a perfect ring configuration.
"They're the White Tiger Guard under Father's command."
Dai Yueheng took the initiative to speak