As Tang San finished speaking, everyone around him burst into malicious laughter.
Canghui Academy was not a good thing, and their Shrek Academy was not easy to deal with either; evil people needed to be dealt with by evil people.
"Will Shi Nian get furious and attack us then?"
Oscar looked a bit worried. After all, he was a Soul Saint, and if he suddenly escaped and attacked them later, it wouldn't be safe for them.
"This competition has Sword Douluo and Spirit Hall's Demon Bear Douluo, two Title Douluo. If Shi Nian, a mere Soul Saint, can still escape, wouldn't that mean the two Title Douluo are mediocre in strength and have disgraced the Title Douluo?"
Tang San said with confidence. After all, it concerned the face of the empire and Spirit Hall. Although Sword Douluo might not necessarily act, Spirit Hall's Demon Bear Douluo would definitely act.
Because even if Demon Bear looked down on them, he still had to consider the face of Spirit Hall, the initiator of this Soul Master Competition.
"That's good. Now we just need to maintain our ranking. I just don't know the strength of Spirit Hall and the Star Luo team."
Oscar breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that nothing was wrong. He cherished his life very much now, as Dai Mubai had promised him to be a king of a region and enjoy all the glory and wealth.
"Don't worry about that, I have my own methods."
Tang San was not worried about this at all. He had been collecting poisonous herbs for the past few years, and with his wisdom, he had even developed a poisonous needle that could kill a Soul Emperor. Even if a Soul Saint didn't get timely treatment, it would leave severe hidden dangers.
He named it Yanluo Needle after the Yanluo Post. It was a new hidden weapon (Dragon Whisker Needle plus mixed poison) he successfully developed with supreme wisdom.
However, he wasn't planning to use it now, because this item was prepared for the Spirit Hall team. With his unexpected technique, no one would know he used a hidden weapon.
"Let's just focus on the competition now. The preliminaries will end in two weeks, followed by the promotion rounds. Only by successfully advancing can we go to Spirit Hall for the final competition. The promotion rounds won't be that difficult."
"Don't worry, with Big Brother San, no team is our match."
Feng Xiaotian always found a way to flatter Tang San on certain topics, truly a model among sycophants.
"It's not just me. Our Shrek Seven Devils will win the championship together."
Tang San naturally heard it and was pleased in his heart, but on the surface, he humbly shared the credit with everyone.
For a time, the entire Shrek Seven Devils resumed their joyful laughter and chatted until midnight before falling into a deep sleep.
It was at night that the Shrek Seven Devils' nightmare truly began.
...
At this moment, Ma Hongjun had just fallen asleep when his body couldn't help but twitch constantly, and he kept shouting, "No! No! Teacher Zhao!!!"
Then his already obese body began to tremble violently, he foamed at the mouth, his eyes rolled back, and a foul odor gradually began to emanate from the bed.
He must have been defeated in the dream, which affected him in reality.
Because he had already experienced it once, Ma Hongjun, although stressed, was still in pain and joy.
But because the after-effects left by Shi Nian spread, the residual dream that could have affected Ma Hongjun for a month was distributed among his other teammates.
Now, everyone would have nightmares for 3-5 days, which meant that they would most likely be unable to participate in their upcoming matches.
Oscar also kept twitching, shouting, "Teacher Zhao, what are you doing!"
But having gone through Xue Qinghe's interrogation, he was considered to be performing relatively well.
However, Dai Mubai, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianheng, and Tang San, the four brothers, were miserable. Because it was their first time experiencing it, they almost collapsed.
At this moment, in Yu Tianheng's room.
"Uncle, Teacher Zhao! What are you doing? Where's my soul power?"
Yu Tianheng mumbled in his sleep, his body rolling wildly, kicking his legs, trying to break free from something.
Before long, Yu Tianheng's painful wails could be heard.
Tang San's dream was even more explosive.
"Xiao Fei!"
In the dream, Tang San had already finished the All-Continent Soul Master Competition and won the championship, but was ambushed by Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun, and finally severely injured.
Tang San's legs were broken, and he knelt on the ground, surrounded by Zhao Wuji, Flander, Yu Xiaogang, Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, and others.
At this moment, they were all surrounding Xiao Fei, making wicked cackling sounds, and finally, they began to physically operate on Xiao Fei right in front of him.
"No!!! My Xiao Fei!!!"
Watching Xiao Fei, who was about to faint, Tang San let out a heart-wrenching scream.
But no matter how Tang San shouted, it only seemed to fuel Ma Hongjun and the others, like merciless pile drivers.
"All of you... have... a path to death!"
Watching Xiao Fei, who was already speaking incoherently and looking deranged, Tang San felt as if his heart had suffered ten thousand critical blows.
He let out a fierce growl.
Time passed by second by second, and Xiao Fei fainted.
The others also turned their heads, looked at the constantly cursing Tang San, smiled at each other, and finally, Zhao Wuji walked out and patted Tang San's head.
"Tang San, it seems you care a lot about Xiao Fei."
"All of you have a path to death."
Looking at the smug Zhao Wuji, Tang San was almost insane at this moment, wishing he could tear Zhao Wuji and the others in front of him to shreds.
"Hahaha, we already have a path to death."
Zhao Wuji in the dream laughed heartily, pointing at Tang San's appearance to the surrounding illusions and saying, "It seems Tang San is very unconvinced right now. Let's let him have a good look."
After hearing what Zhao Wuji said, the others immediately surrounded Tang San with wicked smiles, making Tang San instantly stunned.
"What are you going to do? My Dad is Ritian Douluo!"
Tang San felt a bad premonition and quickly brought out his invincible Dad, hoping that the bad ending he imagined wouldn't happen.
"Your Dad? Hahaha, come out, Ritian Douluo."
Zhao Wuji scoffed again, and then Ritian Douluo Tang Hao walked out, also surrounding Tang San.
For a moment, several people kept approaching Tang San.
"No! No! It shouldn't be like this, I'm a God King!"
Tang San frantically retreated, only to bump into Ma Hongjun's large belly behind him.
"What God King? You're just a waste."
Zhao Wuji went up and slapped Tang San, then said with a ferocious expression, "What God King, you're just a waste. Accept your punishment!!!"
Subsequently, Tang San's screams filled the entire room. Perhaps the room was soundproof, as the three Soul Saints of Shrek didn't know what was happening.
Almost all of the Shrek Seven Devils had fallen.
Why almost? Because the only exception was Xiao Fei.
At this moment, Xiao Fei was enjoying himself greatly in the dream, truly having a blast. The entire Shrek Academy became his backyard.
Zhao Wuji, Flander, Yu Xiaogang, and Ma Hongjun were all punished by him. The only one in the entire Shrek Academy who enjoyed the residual dream was Xiao Fei.