Rebellious Lord of All Realms: Su Chen's Dark Harem

A standoff at the school gate, swords drawn, a myriad of laws intertwined to lock up SlyDawn broke across the horizon, painting the grey-blue gates of Shrek Academy in shades of gold and red.

A heavy pressure suddenly descended upon the world like rolling thunder as the God-Defying Squad stepped onto condensed spirit power, slowly descending from the eastern sky.

The dust kicked up by the fifteen figures as they landed instantly engulfed the square in front of the academy, and the very air seemed to stagnate under the weight of their majestic aura.

Su Chen walked at the forefront in a black martial suit, his dark hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

He gently rotated the black-and-gold God-Defying Scepter in his palm; the dark patterns flowing along the staff resonated with the God-Defying Power swirling around him, and every step he took caused fine cracks to spiderweb across the ground.

Behind him, The women of the squad were dressed in custom-made combat attire, their auras imposing yet perfectly synchronized.

Their various powers converged like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, weaving into a brilliant and deadly curtain of light that made the entire team look like an army of war gods descended into the mortal realm.

Ah Yin stood slightly behind Su Chen to his side, her deep blue dress merging with the Blue Silver Grass that spread out from her.

Long, slender vines with pale gold life patterns slithered silently across the ground.

Wherever they passed, even the scorched earth sprouted tiny specks of tender green, but as they neared the enemy camp, they instantly turned sharp as blades, hiding murderous intent.

Ning Rongrong’s Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda floated above her left shoulder, its nine-story body glowing with brilliant light.

Golden glazed light spilled down like substance, forming a faint buffing halo around The women of the squad, ready at any moment to push their nine major attributes—including strength, speed, and defense—to their peak.

Xiao Wu’s pink combat suit outlined her agile figure, her rabbit ears standing tall, and pink spirit power danced at her fingertips.

The integration of God-Defying Power made her aura increasingly sharp, her eyes filled with eager battle intent, and her steps were light yet held hidden explosive power.

Medusa’s black and white scales gleamed coldly in the morning light, her form-fitting black battle dress highlighting her graceful yet powerful physique.

Her snake tail swept gently across the ground, leaving a shallow trace, and her red snake eyes were filled with disdain and murderous intent.

Petrification rays, interwoven with black and white, flashed from her fingertips from time to time, locking onto the greedy gazes in the enemy camp.

Zi Yan’s dragon phoenix wings were half-spread, purple-gold flames burning quietly at the edges of her feathers.

The interweaving of dragon and phoenix might expanded, making the surrounding air scorching hot.

A rebellious smile curled the corner of her lips, her eyes fixed on Xiao Ling, as if she could already see his miserable defeat.

Xiao Xun Er’s Colored Phoenix Fire condensed into a small, phantom phoenix that circled around her, with the power of Yin and Yang alternating within the flames.

It carried both extreme heat and hidden, frigid sharpness, and her expression was calm yet firm, the energy fluctuations around her steady and majestic.

Yun Yun’s white Wind Wings flapped gently behind her, and cyan-gold Wind Blades swirled around her, like sharp blades ready to be unsheathed.

Her gaze swept across the enemy camp and finally landed on the ordinary students of Shrek, a trace of reluctance in her eyes as she quietly controlled the range of her Wind Blades to remain around the allied forces.

Zhu Zhuqing’s shadow-like figure moved like a ghost, black shadows surging beneath her feet, making her silhouette appear clear one moment and blurred the next, as if she had merged into the surrounding shadows.

The Shadow Blade at her fingertips flickered with an eerie light, ready to launch a fatal blow at the enemy’s vital points at any moment.

Kushina and Hanabi stood side by side, their chakra blades radiating a rich red light, the blades wrapped in dense nishen markings.

Their auras were highly synchronized, their long red hair fluttering in the wind, and their eyes were filled with unyielding determination, as if they would launch a charge at any moment.