Fighting against two Titled Douluo while also protecting the Shrek students was no easy task. The burden on Yan Shaozhe was immense ensuring their safety meant he couldn't fully focus on the battle.

Xian Lin'er noticed the two new enemies joining the fray. She immediately forced Zhang Peng back with a powerful strike and then shouted urgently:

"Elder Xuan! The students are in grave danger! Are you still not going to act?"

Originally, Xuan Zi had been traveling with her and Yan Shaozhe, but halfway through their flight, he had suddenly left, claiming that he needed to remain hidden while secretly keeping an eye on the Shrek exchange students.

Elder Xuan?

At the mention of that name, Zhang Peng's instincts screamed at him to flee.

After all, Xuan Zi was a Rank 98 Super Douluo. If he joined the fight, Shrek's victory would be assured.

Even Ten Thousand Souls Douluo and Hatred Douluo looked visibly shaken.

Not only was Xuan Zi incredibly strong, but he was also notorious among Evil Soul Masters he had personally slaughtered countless of their kind during the Shrek led purge of Evil Soul Masters.

To fall into his hands meant certain death.

On the other hand, the Shrek students felt a surge of hope. Many smiled in relief if Elder Xuan was here, everything would be fine.

Yet amidst their optimism, Bei Bei's expression remained tense.

Unlike the others, he wasn't celebrating.

Because he understood Elder Xuan's personality.

If Elder Xuan had been watching from the shadows, he would have attacked immediately when the two Titled Douluo first appeared.

After all, Elder Xuan hated Evil Soul Masters more than anything.

So where was he?

Bei Bei frowned deeply.

"Could it be that Elder Xuan got distracted again by chicken legs and wine?"

He felt a wave of helplessness.

Last time, because Elder Xuan had been drinking and eating, Shrek's team had suffered enormous losses.

If the same thing happened again, the Shrek students would be in grave danger.

Yan Shaozhe's heart sank.

He knew the truth Elder Xuan wasn't here because he had gone to ambush the Sun Moon Empire's exchange students.

This meant…

He wouldn't be coming.

Xian Lin'er also began to panic.

Her mind raced.

"Why isn't Elder Xuan coming out? He should have acted by now!"

Zhang Peng noticed the hesitation.

A smirk spread across his face.

"Hah! So, you were just bluffing?"

"In that case… we won't be holding back any longer!"

He barked an order.

"Ten Thousand Souls! Hatred! Attack!"

"Understood!"

Both Evil Soul Masters nodded and charged.

Although they still felt uneasy, Zhang Peng was the leader of this operation.

If they disobeyed him, Zhongli Wu would undoubtedly punish them when they returned to the Holy Spirit Church.

Ten Thousand Souls Douluo's soul rings flashed two yellow, two purple, five black.

A massive black war banner materialized in his hands, its surface writhing with ghostly faces.

This was his martial soul Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Hatred Douluo let out a roar, his body expanding until he became a 20 meter tall monstrous figure, his skin turning a sickly green.

His martial soul Hatred was a terrifying behemoth of pure malice.

Having activated Martial Soul True Body, he towered over the battlefield, his presence alone enough to strike fear into most.

Both launched their attacks.

Yan Shaozhe engaged them immediately, his Bright Phoenix martial soul giving him a natural advantage over Evil Soul Masters.

But even with his Rank 95 strength, facing two powerful Titled Douluo simultaneously was challenging.

Ten Thousand Souls Douluo had even used a temporary Rank 9 defensive soul tool, gifted by Zhongli Wu, to withstand Yan Shaozhe's flames.

While they couldn't defeat Yan Shaozhe outright, they were able to stall him.

Meanwhile, the battlefield shifted.

Ten Thousand Souls Douluo continued to wave his banner, releasing countless vengeful spirits into the air.

Yan Shaozhe's phoenix flames incinerated many, but others sank into the ground, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Meanwhile, on the other side…

Xian Lin'er was struggling.

As a Super Douluo, Zhang Peng ranked among the top Evil Soul Masters of the Holy Spirit Church.

With Zhongli Wu's Rank 9 defensive soul tool, he was blocking most of Xian Lin'er's attacks.

Gradually, she started to lose ground.

She gritted her teeth, determined to hold on.

She needed to protect the students.

And more importantly she refused to lose in front of Yan Shaozhe.

Seeing her faltering, Yan Shaozhe's emotions wavered.

Even though he had married Cai Mei'er, he had never fully let go of his feelings for Xian Lin'er.

If things had gone differently, she might have been his wife instead.

Suddenly

A dozen spectral beasts burst forth from the ground.

Each exuded a powerful aura, comparable to Soul Douluo level creatures.

Bei Bei's face paled.

The Shrek students had no one at the Soul Douluo level.

Even though they were exceptional and could fight above their level, these phantoms weren't ordinary opponents.

"Dean Yan!" Bei Bei shouted.

"Soul Douluo level spirits!"

Yan Shaozhe quickly turned his gaze.

The spirits were still some distance away.

He exhaled in relief.

With a wave of his hand, fiery phoenixes soared toward the spirits.

But before they could hit, Ten Thousand Souls Douluo's eyes flickered with pain.

In a low, reluctant voice, he murmured:

"Explode."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The spirits detonated, releasing waves of black energy that engulfed the students.

When the darkness faded…

Blood painted the ground.

Severed limbs and lifeless bodies fell from the air.

The stench of death permeated the battlefield.

The once dull brown earth was now soaked in crimson.

Agonized screams filled the air.

Yan Shaozhe's breath hitched.

He rushed down, his heart pounding.

He checked Bei Bei first his injuries were light.

Bei Bei had survived because of the high grade defensive soul tools Shrek had given him.

But the others…

Yan Shaozhe's face darkened as he surveyed the field.

Seven corpses.

And Ye Xiaosheng…

He lay on the ground, his legs and lower torso completely missing.

His face pale as a sheet, he barely managed to whisper:

"Dean… it hurts."

"My… my ass hurts."

(End of chapter.)

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