Chapter 411: Tang San Slaughtering Shrek Academy
Inside the council hall, the air seemed to congeal. Zhao Wuji stared with wide eyes.
"You want us to kill people and absorb their Souls?"
Liu Erlong's face was filled with disgust.
"Tang San, you really have gone mad."
Qin Ming said in a deep voice:
"This is not a test; this is the Evil Path."
Tang San's gaze turned cold.
"The Evil Path?"
"What is righteous, and what is evil?"
"When Tang Chuan kills Soul Beasts and absorbs Soul Rings, he is a Genius."
"When Qian Renxue inherits the Angel God position, it is holy."
"When I absorb Souls to become stronger, it is the Evil Path?"
"You are all merely bound by the so-called morality of this World."
"Power itself has no right or wrong; there is only strength and weakness."
Speaking of this, Tang San's gaze suddenly turned to Master.
"Teacher, you should understand me."
"Haven't you always wanted to prove yourself?"
"Haven't you always wanted the World to know that your theories are the truly correct ones?"
"Now, the opportunity has come."
Master had originally been hanging his head.
Hearing Tang San call him, he slowly raised his face.
The candlelight of the council hall shone on his face.
Everyone then realized that Master's complexion had unknowingly become extremely strange.
It was not a normal pallor.
It was a grayish-white color eroded by an eerie, cold aura.
In his eyes, purple-black markings faintly emerged.
Liu Erlong's expression changed.
"Xiaogang?"
Master did not look at Liu Erlong.
His gaze was fixed on the Rakshasa token in Tang San's hand. In those eyes that had once been filled with inferiority, pain, and unwillingness, a morbid fanaticism now lit up.
"Power..."
Master muttered.
"Power that can make up for the flaws in my Martial Soul."
"Power that can prove my theories."
Flender's expression changed drastically.
"Xiaogang, what are you saying?"
Master slowly stood up.
His movements were somewhat stiff, but his face carried an unprecedented excitement.
"Flender, Erlong, you don't understand."
"You will never understand."
"In my life, how many people have mocked me?"
"A waste who cannot Cultivate."
"Someone who only knows how to talk on paper."
"My ten core competencies, how many people have questioned them?"
"Tang Chuan crushed my theories time and time again, and the World says I was wrong."
"But was I really wrong?"
He suddenly raised his head, the purple-black light in his eyes even more obvious.
"It is not that I was wrong!"
"It is that I did not have enough power to prove myself!"
"If I could obtain the power bestowed by the Rakshasa God, if I could Breakthrough my Martial Soul's flaws, if I could personally create a new Martial Soul theory system, who would still dare to call me, Yu Xiaogang, a waste?"
Liu Erlong was stunned. She looked at Master in disbelief and shouted:
"Xiaogang, wake up!"
"That is Rakshasa divine force!"
"That is power gained by killing people and absorbing Souls!"
Master suddenly turned to look at Liu Erlong.
In that instant, his gaze made Liu Erlong feel like a stranger.
"Erlong."
"You also think I am a waste, right?"
Liu Erlong's face turned pale.
"I have never thought that way."
Master sneered.
"But all of you look at me with pity."
"Flender pities me."
"You also pity me."
"Tang San once respected me, but what about later?"
"Later, everyone knew that Tang Chuan's Blue Silver Grass path was the correct one."
"And I, Yu Xiaogang, am just a joke."
He reached out his hand toward Tang San.
"I join."
"I am willing to join the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"I am willing to accept the Rakshasa God test."
Upon hearing these words, Flender felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
Zhao Wuji also couldn't help but curse:
"Yu Xiaogang! You've gone mad!"
Tang San's mouth slowly curled up. He waved his hand, and the purple-black token flew toward Master.
The moment Master caught the token, his entire body shuddered violently.
A surge of Rakshasa divine force poured from the token into his body.
Master let out a suppressed low roar.
His Martial Soul, Luo San Pao, uncontrollably appeared.
But at this moment, Luo San Pao was no longer that comical, weak creature.
Its body was wrapped in purple-black mist, and its originally round body began to twist. A row of bone spurs grew from its spine, and its eyes turned ghost-green.
Master looked at the changes in Luo San Pao, his body trembling with excitement.
"Evolution..."
"It really is evolving..."
"My Martial Soul... can really evolve!"
Tang San said indifferently: "Teacher, this is just the beginning. As long as you complete the first test of the Rakshasa Divine Court and personally sacrifice one hundred Souls, your Martial Soul will be able to truly transform."
Liu Erlong's face was ashen.
"One hundred Souls?"
She finally couldn't take it anymore and slammed a palm toward the token in Master's hand.
"Throw it away!"
But Tang San's eyes turned cold, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe vibrated slightly.
A purple-black barrier instantly blocked Liu Erlong.
Bang!
Liu Erlong was knocked back several steps.
Tang San said coldly:
"Teacher Erlong, I respect you as a teacher, which is why I didn't act immediately."
"But if you continue to hinder me, don't blame me for not remembering old feelings."
Flender slowly walked forward, his expression gloomy to the extreme.
"Old feelings?"
"Tang San, do you still dare to mention old feelings to us now?"
Tang San frowned and said:
"Dean, I do not want to be your enemy."
Flender laughed out of extreme anger:
"Don't want to be my enemy?"
"Then when you killed those innocent commoners, did you think about what Shrek taught you?"
"When you refined Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun into Undead Puppets, did you think about the fact that they were once your brothers? You come back now and demand that we kill people and absorb Souls with you, and you still dare to say you don't want to be my enemy?"
Tang San's gaze turned a little gloomy.
"Dean, times have changed."
"The things Shrek taught me before cannot save Xiao Wu, nor can they save anyone."
"Only power can determine everything."
Flender slammed the table.
"Bullshit!"
This roar made the entire council hall buzz.
Flender walked step by step in front of Tang San. He was clearly no longer young, and his Soul Power could not compare to the current Tang San, but at this moment, his spine was incomparably straight.
"Tang San, listen to me carefully."
"No matter how poor, broken, or shameless Shrek Academy was before, I never taught students to slaughter a city!"
"We taught you to Cultivate, taught you to fight, and taught you to become strong so that you would have the ability to protect the people around you."
"Not for you to take a scythe to reap the Souls of ordinary people!"
"Dai Mubai is your brother."
"Ma Hongjun is your brother."
"Xiao Wu is your lover."
"But look at yourself now!"
"You refine your brothers into Puppets, turn your lover into an undead, and treat innocent commoners as sacrifices."
"Do you still dare to say you are resurrecting them?"
Flender's eyes were bloodshot, but his voice grew heavier.
"You are not saving Xiao Wu."
"You are insulting her!"
Tang San's expression finally changed completely.
"Xiao Wu is mine!"
"How I do things does not need you to judge!"
Flender roared:
"If she still had consciousness, the first person she would kill is you!"
Boom—
Rakshasa divine force exploded instantly.
The tables and chairs in the entire council hall were shattered.
Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming simultaneously released their Martial Souls, blocking the side of Flender.
Behind Liu Erlong, a red Dragon phantom appeared, and flames soared into the sky.
Tang San stood in the black mist, his face ferocious.
"Very well."
"It seems you are not willing to join the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Zhao Wuji sneered.
"Let me kill people and absorb Souls? Keep dreaming!"
Qin Ming said in a deep voice:
"Shrek can die in battle, but it will not degenerate into an Evil Soul Master."
Liu Erlong looked at Master, her eyes filled with pain.
"Xiaogang, turn back."
Master held the Rakshasa token, his eyes struggling for a moment.
But soon, that trace of struggle was swallowed by the purple-black light.
He whispered:
"Erlong, you will eventually understand."
"I am not degenerating."
"I am finding a new path."
Flender looked at Master, the last bit of sorrow in his eyes turning into anger.
"Yu Xiaogang! If you really dare to follow Tang San to kill people and absorb Souls, from today on, you are no longer my, Flender's, brother!"
Master's body trembled slightly, but he did not let go.
Tang San watched this scene and sneered.
"Dean, you are still so naive."
"Do you think that by refusing me, you can stay out of it?"
He slowly raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe.
"I will give you one last chance."
"Join the Rakshasa Divine Court."
"Or—become the first batch of sacrifices for the Rakshasa Divine Court."
As his voice fell, black mist surged outside the council hall.
One by one, undead figures slowly emerged from the darkness.
Xiao Wu stood at the very front.
Pink dress, long scorpion braid, pale face, empty eyes.
Behind her were the undead of Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, as well as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
The Death Qi of the Titled Douluo level instantly enveloped the entire Shrek Academy.
The moment Flender saw Ma Hongjun, his body shuddered violently.
"Hongjun..."
Ma Hongjun did not respond.
He just stood blankly behind Tang San, with ghost-green undead flames burning on his body.
Tears finally fell from Flender's eyes.
But the next moment, he suddenly raised his head and glared at Tang San.
"Tang San!"
"You beast!"
"Even if I die today, I will not let Shrek be in the same boat as a thing like you!"
Tang San gripped the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe, and the murderous intent in his eyes completely surfaced.
"Since that is the case."
"Then Shrek has no need to exist."
As Tang San's voice fell, the temperature of the entire council hall seemed to drop to the freezing point instantly.
Black mist poured in from outside the door, like invisible hands climbing up the walls, crawling over the beams, and finally shrouding the entire council hall in a purple-black Death Qi.
The undead Xiao Wu stood quietly at the door. Her pink dress fluttered without wind, her face pale, eyes empty, without a trace of her former liveliness.
Behind her, Undead Titled Douluos like Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo slowly emerged, each of them exuding a cold undead aura.
No heartbeat.
No breathing.
No emotion.
Only absolute obedience to Tang San.
Flender looked at Ma Hongjun, his eyes turning red instantly.
"Hongjun..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Look at your teacher..."
Ma Hongjun did not respond.
That face that was once always grinning now only had deathly, numb grayness left. The ghost-green undead flames burned on his body, and the Evil Fire Phoenix Martial Soul spread its wings behind him, but there was no longer any intensity or vitality.
Flender slowly took off his glasses, his fingers trembling violently.
He could tell.
His Disciple was already dead.
This thing in front of him was just a Puppet pieced together by Tang San using evil power.
"Tang San."
Flender raised his head, his voice no longer angry, but becoming exceptionally calm.
"You killed Xiao Wu."
Tang San's gaze suddenly turned cold.
"What did you say?"
Flender stared at him, saying word by word:
"You killed her."
"If Xiao Wu were really still alive, she would not be willing to stand by your side, watching you slaughter a city, watching you absorb Souls, watching you turn former partners into monsters."
"Your so-called resurrection is just imposing the obsession in your heart that refuses to accept reality onto an undead body."
"Tang San, you are not saving Xiao Wu."
"You are just creating an obedient shadow."
Boom—
Rakshasa divine force exploded suddenly.
The walls around the council hall instantly cracked with countless lines.
Tang San's face was completely twisted.
"Shut up!"
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe slashed down fiercely.
Flender did not retreat.
Behind him, the Four-Eyed Owl Martial Soul instantly spread its wings, and the Soul Rings lit up one after another. This Dean, who was once greedy, slick, and loved to take advantage of others, now stood in front of everyone.
Liu Erlong roared, and the red Dragon Martial Soul roared out.
Zhao Wuji released the Vigorous Vajra Bear, his muscles bulging, and his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Qin Ming's Fierce Fire Wolf phantom appeared, and flames spread along the ground.
The four attacked simultaneously.
They all knew they couldn't win.
The current Tang San was no longer the student who needed their guidance.
But they also knew that if they retreated today, the last bit of Shrek's dignity would be completely gone.
Flender said sternly:
"People of Shrek can die!"
"But we will never be Evil Soul Masters!"
The four's Soul Power exploded, forcibly breaking through the Rakshasa black mist, and they charged at Tang San.
Tang San stood in place, his eyes cold.
"Stupid."
He didn't even act personally.
He just raised his hand lightly.
"Xiao Wu."
The undead Xiao Wu, standing blankly, disappeared instantly.
The next moment, she appeared in front of Liu Erlong.
Liu Erlong's pupils shrank.
She subconsciously reined in half of her power.
Because that face was Xiao Wu.
It was the child who once called her Teacher Erlong at Shrek Academy.
But the undead Xiao Wu would not hesitate. She raised her hand and struck, gray-white Soul Power condensing into a giant Soft Bones Rabbit phantom, slamming fiercely into Liu Erlong's chest.
Liu Erlong groaned, her body flying backward, smashing through the wall heavily.
"Erlong!"
Master's expression changed drastically.
His hand holding the Rakshasa token trembled slightly, and for the first time, wavering appeared in his eyes.
Tang San glanced at him.
"Teacher."
"Since you have chosen to join the Rakshasa Divine Court, it is best not to have any extra emotions."
"Emotions will only hinder you from becoming stronger."
Master's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.
On the other side, the undead Dai Mubai had already pounced on Zhao Wuji.
The White Tiger phantom roared, carrying a thick aura of death.
Zhao Wuji roared, and the Vigorous Vajra Bear collided head-on.
Boom!
Two forces collided, and the ground of the entire council hall collapsed instantly.
The bluestone under Zhao Wuji's feet shattered inch by inch. His strength had always been formidable, but at this moment, facing the undead Dai Mubai, he was actually suppressed.
It was not that Dai Mubai's technique was better.
It was that the undead felt no pain, no fear, and no hesitation.
Zhao Wuji smashed the bone armor on Dai Mubai's shoulder with one punch, but Dai Mubai didn't even frown, backhanding and tearing through Zhao Wuji's defense.
At the same time, the undead Ma Hongjun spread his gray-green fire wings and pounced straight at Flender.
Flender saw Ma Hongjun rushing over, his body clearly stiffening.
He still couldn't bring himself to strike to kill at the first moment.
It was this split-second hesitation that allowed the ghost-green Phoenix flames to land on him.
Flender let out a muffled groan, his entire body knocked back several steps.
But he still gritted his teeth and stood firm.
"Hongjun..."
"Teacher used to always scold you for not striving."
"But Teacher never thought that one day I would fight you like this."
The undead Ma Hongjun did not respond.
It just raised its hand again, the ghost-green flames condensing into Phoenix claws, clawing toward Flender's heart.
Flender closed his eyes.
The next moment, he opened them suddenly, his eyes filled with only sorrow and determination.
"Since you are already dead."
"Then Teacher will send you to rest!"
The Four-Eyed Owl Martial Soul exploded suddenly, and Flender turned into a black shadow and swept toward Ma Hongjun.
But just as he was about to rush in front of Ma Hongjun, a purple-black scythe shadow slashed from the side.
Tang San had acted, and the scythe shadow swept past.
Flender's body stiffened suddenly.
His Martial Soul phantom shattered instantly, and his Soul Power flowed away frantically as if swallowed by an invisible black hole.
Flender looked down at the purple-black markings spreading on his chest, then slowly raised his head to look at Tang San. There was no fear in his eyes, only disappointment.
"Tang San..."
"Shrek... taught you wrong..."
Tang San was expressionless.
"It is Shrek that is too weak."
"The things you taught me cannot save anyone."
Blood spilled from the corner of Flender's mouth, but he suddenly laughed.
"At least... we didn't teach you to be a beast..."
Tang San's eyes turned cold, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe vibrated fiercely.
Flender's body fell down.
"Flender!"
Liu Erlong let out a heart-wrenching roar. She forcibly broke free from the suppression of the undead Xiao Wu, her red Dragon Martial Soul burning to the limit, and she rushed toward Tang San like a ball of fire.
(End of chapter)
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