355: Chapter 355 Shrek Academy Students Become the Victims One by One!

Flender returned to his room, completely broken. The mere thought of Liu Erlong possibly enduring grievances in the arms of the Holy Son of Spirit Hall made him crumble.

His knees gave way, and with a thud, he fell to his knees again, grabbing his hair and tearing at it incessantly.

"Xiaogang, Xiaogang, I've let you down, I've let you down..."

"I didn't protect Erlong."

"I let her, I let her bear everything alone."

Flender imagined the Holy Son of Spirit Hall might use various methods to break Liu Erlong's Spirit.

Flender suddenly stood up again; he couldn't let Erlong bear it alone.

He turned around, ready to rush out, even if he couldn't save her.

At least by being nearby, he would feel a little more at ease.

If needed, he could at least help out.

"Flender!"

Ning Fengzhi scolded him, then sighed as he looked at his state: "It's already come to this; even if you go, it will be too late."

"Sigh, I don't mean to discourage you, but given the current situation, no one can help her. You would only be throwing your life away in vain. Right now, Spirit Hall has destroyed the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and they are at their Peak. Even the two great Empires must avoid their might. The only current plan is to endure it for now."

After some persuasion, Ning Fengzhi encouraged Flender: "You can use this incident to publicize the ruthless methods of the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, and unite the various Sects, Academies, and the two great Empires to check and balance Spirit Hall."

"That's right, Teacher. Look at Third Brother's mother... hasn't Little San pulled through?"

"And Xiao Wu, look, Xiao Wu doesn't care at all."

Ma Hongjun was also persuading him from the side, but his words caused killing intent to instantly surge in Tang San's eyes.

He had just calmed his mood, and Ma Hongjun had ripped open the wound.

He was already on the path to death.

"Ma Hongjun, if you don't know how to speak, then don't!"

Seeing that Tang San was about to explode, Zhu Zhuqing also hurriedly spoke up at the right moment.

Now, the entire Shrek Academy was experiencing despair.

Even she, Zhu Zhuqing, could barely see any hope; she couldn't see any chance of defeating Zhu Zhuyun.

Ning Fengzhi's expression was strange. What kind of situation was this?

Tang San's mother? Xiao Wu's mother?

Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched.

The Holy Son of Spirit Hall. He specifically targets the Origin. It's truly Soul-crushing, truly Soul-crushing.

Everyone in this Shrek Academy has become a victim.

Huh?

Sword Douluo, who was to the side, took another look at Xiao Wu.

At this moment, Xiao Wu was carefree, eating the things on the table.

She didn't care about the people or events around her at all.

His eyes were thoughtful.

Xiao Wu was a Spirit Beast; he had known this for a long time.

Hindered by Clear Sky Douluo guarding her in secret, he had always pretended not to know anything about Xiao Wu's identity.

Now, he actually couldn't see through Xiao Wu's Spirit Beast identity.

Could it be that she had already reached maturity?

It was rumored that transformed Spirit Beasts only reached maturity at level seventy.

No!

Sword Douluo didn't speak, waiting until he and Ning Fengzhi had left the hotel to mention Xiao Wu's situation.

Ning Fengzhi was somewhat surprised to hear this. Ever since Clear Sky Douluo died, he had been considering whether or not to capture Xiao Wu.

To keep her locked up and raised.

He didn't need it himself, but perhaps someone among the Sect disciples could use this hundred-thousand-year spirit ring to become a Titled Douluo.

Realizing the goal of having three Titled Douluo in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

He could also possess a 100,000-year spirit bone.

It was just that he had always been wary of Tang San, who possessed twin spirits and had limitless future potential.

And Xiao Wu was an extremely important person to him, which is why he had hesitated to take action.

Now, hearing this news, Ning Fengzhi asked curiously: "If even Uncle Sword can't see through her identity, has something unexpected happened, or has someone masked her identity..."

"Heh, perhaps it is the Holy Son of Spirit Hall. His eighth spirit ring might have already set its sights on Xiao Wu."

Ning Fengzhi immediately understood the cause and effect. The Holy Son of Spirit Hall must know everything about Xiao Wu, and he must have been the one to mask her identity.

"Sigh, if that's the case, and Su Wen's eighth spirit ring is also a hundred-thousand-year one, then once he becomes a Titled Douluo, no one on the entire continent will be his match."

"Is Spirit Hall about to transcend yet another level and reach an unprecedented Peak?"

"Uncle Sword, if we strike at Xiao Wu before Su Wen does, what are the chances of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School being able to face Spirit Hall?"

Sword Douluo: "..."

At this moment, the atmosphere among the Shrek group was somewhat strange. After Ning Fengzhi left, no one knew how to comfort Flender.

Tang San stayed behind on his own initiative, signaling the others to go and rest.

He looked at Flender, a trace of Rakshasa aura flashing in the depths of his eyes.

Although Flender had been persuaded, his eyes remained devoid of any life.

He couldn't do anything, he couldn't protect anything.

He could only watch helplessly as the person he had loved for his entire life fell step by step into an endless abyss.

Flender could even imagine the expression on Liu Erlong's face if she returned with a swollen belly, still pretending to smile at him.

Flender's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but wipe away his tears. What would he have to call that child in the future?

"Dean, do you intend to just watch Teacher Erlong sink into the mire for the rest of her life like this?"

Flender shivered, looking up with tear-blurred eyes, but he didn't speak.

"I can help you."

Tang San slowly dropped his bombshell secret.

"I recently obtained a mysterious Opportunity and was chosen by the Rakshasa God. I have been granted the Rakshasa Nine Trials. As long as I complete the path of the God Trial, I will become a god, achieving the Rakshasa God position and transcending level one hundred."

Flender's pupils suddenly contracted, his face full of extreme disbelief, and he froze on the spot.

"Dean, I swear by my Spirit, I am absolutely not lying to you. You should know me."

"This..."

Flender was shocked. Having lived for more than half his life, he had only considered Divinities to be unattainable talk for the masses. He had never thought that something existing only in legends could actually exist, and that it had chosen the Tang San beside him.

After the extreme shock, a glimmer of hope instantly ignited in the depths of his heart.

He stared fixedly at Tang San, breathing rapidly: "Can you really... save Erlong?"

"I can."

Tang San answered decisively, his tone carrying a seductive certainty: "However, the Rakshasa God position has one condition. It requires the sacrifice of a wisp of the purest Soul bond to fully activate the God Trial. Dean, as long as you are willing to sacrifice your own Soul Origin to help me become a god."

"On the day I become a god, I will personally crush Su Wen, level Spirit Hall, and bring Teacher Erlong back clean and whole. I will wash away all her humiliation and reclaim the grievances you suffered today a hundred or a thousand times over."

"This... sacrificing my Soul..."

Flender was a little frightened. What kind of terrifying method was this? If the Soul was gone, wouldn't he just vanish into thin air?

But thinking of the grievances Liu Erlong might be suffering, and thinking of those despairing, speculative scenes, Flender's hesitation vanished into thin air.

"As long as I can save Erlong... I, Flender, am willing to do anything."

"Good, Dean. We will head to the Rakshasa Secret Realm right now. The sooner I become a god by one day, the less suffering Aunt Erlong will have to endure."