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Chapter 81 Who the hell is your own people? The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

"Buzz!"

So what about the Death Messenger while he is sliding? He touches (Yao Haoxuan), uses R flash (soul skill) to adjust his position, and knocks (Yao Haoxuan) towards Xuan Zi, thus achieving a change of position.

"careful!"

Wang Yan's eyes widened.

He was knocked down by the aftermath just now and his head was still dizzy. Then he saw that Old Xuan was hit by a corpse bomb by the messenger of death. He hurriedly commanded a group of reserve team members to lie down again.

"See you later!"

The messenger of death, who had completed a brilliant performance, turned around and rushed towards the secret passage with Chen Zifeng, who was half dead and only half of his body was left.

"Damn it!" Xuan Zi's face turned red.

In order to control the corpse explosion, he had to temporarily give up the pursuit of the latter.

After all, the people around him were all reserve team members who had just been knocked over by the aftershocks and were completely unprepared. If this group of students also died, he might as well commit suicide to make amends.

Controlling Yao Haoxuan's body to fall to the ground, Xuan Zi's face was full of grief and anger.

It's like a warrior with full health is defeated by the assassin with little health on the opposite side, and after using a set of gorgeous moves, he escapes with little health.

In other words... it's red and warm.

"roar!"

Xuan Zi roared angrily and chased after him.

As Xuan Zi's figure gradually faded away, the place slowly returned to calm.

Wang Yan hurriedly checked everyone's injuries.

The tragic scene was shocking.

It made him feel very disappointed.

The original peak lineup could win the championship just by playing with their feet, but what about now?

Whether we can make it to the finals is a question.

"Brother! Are you okay?" Dai Huabin, regardless of the bloodstains on his body, stumbled to kneel beside Dai Yuheng, and said with grief on his face.

Zhu Lu also hurried to his side, her face full of worry.

There is no concept of inheritance in the Dai family. Everyone works hard for his own success, so the (direct line) brothers are quite harmonious.

"Stop shaking me, or I'll really die!" Dai Yuheng spat out a mouthful of blood, panting rapidly. When his breath became smoother, he struggled to get up again, "What's the situation now?"

"Among the regular players, only Senior Sister Ling has the lightest injury. Other than that, it's you and Senior Sister Xiaotao. The rest, the rest..." Dai Huabin turned his head away, unable to bear to speak.

"call..."

Dai Yaoheng slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know what I'm thinking…

Wang Dong coughed twice, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the messy scene and the half-dead Ma Xiaotao, and could not bear to say anything sarcastic, so he sighed helplessly.

This is the Shrek student.

The most prestigious academy in the entire continent!

Before she came, she had high expectations for this, but she didn't expect that they were just a bunch of self-righteous brutes with muscles in their brains!

If he had worn a defensive soul guide! If Elder Xuan could follow behind him, he would never be like this!

Her original filter for Shrek Academy was completely shattered...

"This evil soul master is so strong..."

Xiao Xiao said sadly.

…

Strong, what's strong about it?

It has been like this for so many years, okay, can you find out the reason for yourself? Have you worked hard to practice, and have you improved your soul power?

Running in the secret passage, he kept pressing the blasting button to block the pursuer Xuan Zi behind him.

The messenger of death was filled with joy.

This old guy was fooled by him. A Titled Douluo was fooled by a Soul King. If this matter were to get out...

He weighed the image crystal in his hand.

A cheap soul guide that came from the Sun-Moon Empire, which can record everything that happens within an hour.

He carefully put it in his pocket, as it would be something for him to brag about in the future.

After running for a few seconds.

A ray of light came from the dark passage ahead.

"finally!"

The messenger of death looked excited.

"I'm coming out!"

At the end of the cave, there were twelve corpses with stiff faces standing in a neat row. They were his last trump card.

"What a pity! If you give me another ten years, I will be just a Titled Douluo!" said the Messenger of Death regretfully.

These corpse puppets were all his previous possessions, which took him a long time to accumulate. Now that they were wasted at once, he would have to start all over again...

"Hehe, Shrek Academy, just wait..."

The messenger of death snorted coldly, picked up the dying Chen Zifeng in his hand, turned around and headed deeper into the Mingdou Mountains.

…

"What? You didn't catch up with him?!" Wang Yan widened his eyes and said in disbelief.

Come on, you are a level 98 Super Douluo!

The opponent is just a Soul King who doesn't even have the best soul ring ratio. How can he escape from your hands?

"…"

Facing Wang Yan's loss of composure, Xuan Zi sat on a rock in depression and took a sip of wine.

"Huff huff..."

Wang Yan spoke for a long time before he calmed down.

"What's the situation now?" Xuan Zi asked in a low voice.

"Among the regular players, Yao Haoxuan died, with only his bones left. Gong Yangmo's body was severely corroded, and Xixi was almost the same. They must be sent back to the academy for treatment as soon as possible. Ma Xiaotao and Dai Huabin were also seriously injured. It will take at least half a month before they can play. Ling Luochen's injury was the lightest, so he will probably need a week. Chen Zifeng...is missing."

Wang Yan said in a heavy tone.

"…"

Xuan Zi was silent, his face filled with grief, anger and regret.

He took another sip of wine and asked, "What about the reserve team?"

"The reserve team only had minor injuries, nothing serious."

"Okay, then I'll take Xixi and Gong Yangmo back to the academy first. As for the competition... just do your best. I will ask Poseidon Pavilion to resign, and I will bear all the blame."

Xuan Zi said dejectedly.

"...good"

Wang Yan nodded indifferently and then ignored him.

He is the one who bears the blame?

What a joke! Unless he announces to the world that the blunder of Shrek Academy was caused by him, then he will be considered to be responsible!

Within Shrek Academy, if you throw a tantrum, quit, and leave, will that count as taking responsibility?

Hmmmm…

It's a trick.

…

The one standing in front of you now is a mere Soul King, the one who quickly passed the Shrek team without any injury, the pride of the evil soul masters, the true son of destiny, the messenger of death. Roar, roar, roar!

The messenger of death was almost smiling with wrinkles on his face.

When the news of this battle spread, although the family's previous wealth was emptied, they would soon be able to rebuild a force as powerful as before.

Once you go to the Sun-Moon Empire, the Holy Land that all evil soul masters dream of, and join the Holy Spirit Church, you will begin a new life.

As for Shrek Academy, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

But the next moment.

His dodging figure suddenly stopped.

He looked around warily.

"Plop, plop!"

The surrounding trees shook and countless black crows suddenly flew out.

A human figure condensed on the treetops.

"With the strength of a Soul King, he was able to escape from Xuan Zi's hands. It seems that what His Royal Highness the Saint Son said is right. This person really has something..."

Wuyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Holy Son... may I know who you are?" The Messenger of Death asked vigilantly.

"The ninth offering of the Holy Spirit Church."

"Hey, it's our own people! We..." The messenger of death was beaming with joy.

But before he could finish his words, his body stiffened and fell down, and his body was torn apart...

"Who the hell is following your own people?"

Before his consciousness faded, a faint voice was heard.

And Wuyun's disgusted expression...

(End of this chapter)