In a flash, Xuan Zi appeared high in the sky. Soul power surged as dozens of powerful auras soared upward, overwhelming and awe-inspiring.

"What a show of force from Shrek Academy! Are you trying to win by numbers?" a voice sneered outside the Academy.

A ghostly green flame blazed into the sky, and over a dozen powerful auras revealed themselves, their oppressive power distorting the air as they faced off against Shrek—both sides on edge.

Xuan Zi stood coldly in midair, wine gourd in hand, taking a swig before speaking icily, "Old Freak Du, what's with all this fanfare? Are you declaring war on Shrek Academy?"

A burly, imposing man stepped out from the green flames, his body radiating powerful soul power. The ghostly flames painted the sky an eerie green. This was the Body Sect's mighty leader, Body Douluo Du Busi.

Du Busi's green eyes glinted coldly as he stared hungrily at Xuan Zi. Behind him, beams of light shot skyward, each containing a shadowy figure—all elite Body Sect members, the weakest at Soul Douluo rank.

He'd come prepared, bringing plenty of powerhouses.

On Shrek's side, more than thirty top experts—Yan Shaozhe, Xian Lin'er, Cai Mei'er, and others—stood with Xuan Zi, not to be outdone.

Most students watched in awe, excited by the prospect of a clash between so many powerhouses—a rare sight.

Compared to Body Sect's dozen-plus experts, Shrek had sent out over thirty, all at least eight-ring Soul Douluos or stronger, able to fly and hover at length. Nearly fifty such powerhouses in the air was an incredible lineup, no wonder the students' blood boiled.

They felt no fear—Shrek was the continent's top Academy, with a history of birthing seven deities. Here, they believed, they were safe.

Xuan Zi, confident, demanded, "Old Freak Du, why have you barged into Shrek Academy with such force?"

The name "Body Sect" caused a stir among the assembled Shrek experts. The Body Sect had once clashed head-on with Shrek and even had the upper hand, prompting Shrek to create the Sea God Pavilion to consolidate strength.

"Hmph, Xuan Zi, you injured my Body Sect men and now act innocent?" Du Busi said coldly.

Previously, Body Sect elders tried to seize Huo Yuhao for his body martial soul, but Xuan Zi stopped and punished them. Du Busi had come to take Yuhao and settle accounts.

"Haha, so it's about teaching your blind lackeys a lesson? They dared try to snatch a Shrek student right before me. I showed mercy by not killing them on the spot," Xuan Zi laughed disdainfully.

"Well, well! You beat my men and act righteous. Today, I'll see what gives you such confidence!"

Du Busi's aura surged, turning half the sky a sinister green. His muscles swelled, body growing into a hundred-meter giant—a primordial demon god. Nine soul rings appeared: two yellow, two purple, two black, three red—all radiating awe-inspiring power, especially the three ten-thousand-year red rings.

Soul power waves rippled outward, shredding the air.

Xuan Zi's gaze grew grave. He howled, unleashing yellow light to rival the green sky. But compared to Du Busi, his rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, one red—were clearly inferior, lacking two red rings and the soul bones they represented. Though both were level-98 Super Douluos, Xuan Zi was at a disadvantage.

With a dull boom, Xuan Zi was knocked back, his Godly Taotie Bull form revealed, exuding powerful energy but clearly outmatched.

The shockwaves distorted space; both sides' powerhouses retreated from the range of the two Super Douluos' battle.

Yan Shaozhe and the others watched anxiously, seeing Xuan Zi suppressed.

"Haha, Xuan Zi, you really haven't recovered from your old injury! That Snow Moon Douluo's sword intent still lingers. Terrifying!" Du Busi laughed, his voice rolling across Shrek Academy.

Those who knew the story were awed—the mighty Xuan Zi still bore wounds from Snow Moon Douluo.

In the inner court, Han Ruoruo and Wu Ming exchanged complicated looks—they had witnessed Xuan Zi's near-fatal wound by Jingliu first-hand, never expecting the sword intent to linger so many years.

Xuan Zi's face darkened at this public taunt. The sword intent had weakened over time but stubbornly persisted, especially after a reinjury during Huo Yuhao's assassination attempt. Now, publicly exposed, Xuan Zi was enraged.

Yellow light gathered, the Taotie Bull let out a strange roar, charging Du Busi for a desperate fight.

"Haha, bring it on!" Du Busi shouted, eager for battle.