Tang Wulin Buried in Dragon Dung, Yue Tian Douluo

At some point, another Lan Muzi had suddenly appeared behind Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong.

Another incomparably solid sphere of sunlight slammed directly into Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong's back.

Boom—

Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong grunted, his body lunging forward. Specks of light flickered across his back as his Three-Word Battle Armor covered him, neutralizing most of the attack's force.

Lan Muzi swung his Yang Wood Blade, unleashing his Fourth Soul Skill, Mistake of Yin and Yang, to dispel Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong's attack.

If Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong had not possessed such exceptionally rich combat experience—

If he had not released his Three-Word Battle Armor the instant he shredded his opponent's body—

That blow might have seriously injured him.

"Not bad, brat. I underestimated you."

A cold glint appeared in Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong's eyes.

There were simply too many variations in Lan Muzi's Yang Wood Blade, and every Soul Skill had its own unique properties.

After several exchanges, Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong had already realized that Lan Muzi was terrifying—perhaps even more so than Yue Zhengyu and Xie Xie.

Shrek Academy truly deserved its reputation as the continent's number one academy, passed down for twenty thousand years.

The young people it cultivated were simply too outstanding.

As this set of Three-Word Battle Armor appeared, Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong's entire aura underwent a dramatic transformation, becoming far more formidable.

Lan Muzi did not underestimate him either and likewise released his own battle armor.

His battle armor was originally white, yet it radiated a gold-red halo.

At the front-middle section of his Yang Wood Blade, a sun-shaped pattern lit up.

A faint gold-red halo surrounded him, blocking his opponent's imposing aura.

Demon Lyre Douluo Mo Zihong plucked the strings once more and swiftly unleashed