Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Moon had lost count of how many times he had been this angry; it seemed that every time he was enraged, it was inextricably linked to his two apprentices.

"What sins have I committed to deserve this? How did I end up taking these two 'hidden dragons and phoenix chicks' as my disciples?" he thought to himself.

One day, an absurd idea suddenly popped into his head: after he died, he might as well take these two clowns with him.

Otherwise, if they continue to cause trouble and bring shame to Shrek Academy, I will have no face to face my ancestors in the afterlife.

Old Song looked at Mu En, who had spoken, with some confusion. Although she was filled with doubt, she did not defend her daughter—Old Mu must have his reasons for doing so.

Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er felt a pressure far exceeding the tolerance of a Title Douluo. Cold sweat instantly seeped from their foreheads, and their whole bodies were sweating uncontrollably.

Clearly, the teacher unleashed his power without reservation this time.

The elders present also vaguely sensed the oppressive aura permeating the air and all looked at Mu En in unison.

At this moment, he looked at his two disciples with a calm expression.

"This time, Elder Mu wouldn't be thinking of crippling these two disciples, would he?" This question couldn't help but arise in the minds of the elders.

This was the first time they had seen Moon's eyes so cold, devoid of any anger or excitement, only a deathly stillness.

This unusual reaction set off alarm bells in everyone's hearts, and an ominous premonition weighed heavily on them like a dark cloud.
Although the elders were still unaware of what had happened, the atmosphere was so heavy it was suffocating, and everyone unconsciously tensed up.

No matter what mistakes Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er have made, they must not be allowed to get into trouble—Shrek Academy is currently going through a turbulent period, and if these two core combatants are lost, the academy's strength will be severely damaged.

Several astute senior members immediately sensed the urgency of the situation. They frequently winked at Vice Deans Cai Meier and Qian Duoduo, their eyes filled with anxiety and urgency.

At this tense moment, if no one steps in to ease the deadlock or break the deadlock, the consequences could be disastrous.

As the dean of Shrek Academy, Qian Duoduo's innate martial soul is the Licking Turtle.

He couldn't bear to see his goddess being oppressed like this, so he immediately stood up and said, "Elder Mu, can't we just talk things out?"

"Hmm?" Moon's voice carried a hint of coldness.

"Old Master Mu?" Qian Duoduo asked tentatively.

"You go kneel down too!" Mu En said coldly, his eyes like knives as he looked at Qian Duoduo without thinking.

Qian Duoduo was utterly astonished, her mind filled with questions: ???
Just then, Cai Meier also stood up and said, "Elder Mu, what exactly happened? Can't we talk about it properly?"

If Qian Duoduo is Xian Lin'er's "male simp," then Cai Meier is Yan Shaozhe's "female simp."

Upon hearing this, Mu En merely glanced at her coldly before saying, "You kneel down too."

Cai Meier was equally shocked: ? ? ?

The elders present were all stunned, wondering: Elder Mu, what's wrong? Has he gone mad?
"Did you hear me?"

Seeing the two of them standing there in a daze, Moon spoke again.

Today he'll see if these guys still listen to him.

If he doesn't listen, he really needs to consider whether he should take them with him when he dies—otherwise, he might cause trouble for Mo Yan.

At that time, Shrek Academy will definitely fall into internal strife and will have to undergo a major cleanup.

"Elder Mu, let's talk this out. It really doesn't have to be like this," Xuanzi said, unable to bear it any longer.

He sensed that his senior uncle's behavior today was quite unusual. "Xuanzi, say one more word, and you'll kneel down too!"

Xuanzi opened his mouth, but then swallowed his words back.

No, Uncle-Master, are you sick? Why are you talking nonsense?
Seeing this, the other elders swallowed back the words they were about to say.

Qian Duoduo and Cai Meier exchanged a glance, remained silent for a moment, and then turned around and knelt down with their respective male or female idols.

Seeing the two obediently kneel beside Yan Shaozhe and Xian Lin'er, Elder Mu didn't bother to unleash his power on them. Instead, he glanced at the other elders present and asked, "Does anyone else have anything to say?"

The elders present looked at each other, worried that if they said just one word, they would all have to kneel down.

Seeing that no one raised any objections, Old Mu turned to the three men lying on the ground and said coldly, "Old Zhuang, wake these three up."

Upon hearing this, Old Zhuang immediately got up, walked over to the three men, and knelt down to wake them up one by one.

A short while later, the three people lying on the ground slowly woke up from their coma.

Fan Yu and Du Weilun clutched their heads. They had just been forcefully held down by their own dean, their heads slamming against the floor or wall. Their minds were still foggy, and they were experiencing waves of dizziness.

On the other hand, Zhou Yi seemed to still be suffering from the aftereffects. Without even opening her eyes, she blurted out, "Fan Yu, hurry up and slap Du Weilun twice! Help me save face."

Upon hearing this, Du Weilun and Fan Yu instantly perked up, and all the elders present turned their gazes to Zhou Yi, who had spoken.

The crowd seemed to understand, yet also held a hint of doubt, as if they were trying to decipher the deeper meaning behind her words.

Zhou Yi slowly opened her eyes, only to be stunned by the sight before her—dozens of eyes were staring straight at her.

Her mind went blank, and she subconsciously thought, "Why are so many people suddenly appearing?"

Before she could even react, a terrifying pressure swept over her like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her, Du Weiren, and Fan Yu.

Before the three could react, they were slammed to the ground by the oppressive force.

Excruciating pain shot through his limbs and bones, and a broken whimper escaped his throat, but he couldn't even let out a complete scream.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the hard floor, like hideous scars.

Moon watched the three of them quietly. He gently raised his finger, a gesture that proved that the oppressive aura originated from him.

In Moon's eyes, these three were nothing more than ants, whom he could crush with a flick of his wrist.

At that moment, he was contemplating whether or not to strike with deadly force.

Of the three, Zhou Yi's situation was the most tragic.

As a Soul Emperor, when she felt this earth-shattering pressure, her skin began to crack, and blood kept flowing out of her wounds.

She was in extreme pain, every cell in her body was enduring unimaginable torment.

This was the first time in her life she had experienced such intense pain.

With Fan Yu's protection in the past, she had never experienced such torment. But today, she was in unbearable pain, feeling as if she were on the verge of death, yet unable to escape, truly trapped in a state worse than death.

(End of this chapter)