Late at night, Star Luo City was utterly silent.
By a lake in a forest on the outskirts of the city, the water shimmered with a cold, faint light. Suddenly, a harsh scraping sound shattered the stillness.
A blood-soaked hand gripped the mud along the shore tightly, its knuckles whitening from the strain.
Then, the arm suddenly exerted force. A miserable figure struggled out of the lake and collapsed heavily onto the ground, splashing mud and water everywhere.
The man was covered in blood. His right arm was completely gone, leaving behind a mangled, bloody stump. Three fingers were missing from his left hand, and even the remaining two trembled faintly. His clothes had long since been burned into tattered scraps, his wounds deep enough to expose bone. Blood continuously dripped from them, gathering into a small pool beneath him.
His hair was in an even more pitiful state. Half of it had been scorched and curled into black strands of char, while the other half was completely bald, clearly burned away by the flames.
"Thankfully... this old man's life is tough..."
A hoarse voice squeezed from his throat. It was none other than Taotie Douluo Xuan Zi, who should have perished in the Fire Lotus explosion.
He had actually survived Long Yaoyan's world-destroying flames by sheer luck.
At this moment, only overwhelming hatred and an intense obsession remained in his heart—he had to return to Shrek Academy as soon as possible and tear Mo Yan and Dugu Luo, those two bastards who had destroyed everything he had, into ten thousand pieces!
Rustle... rustle...
Just then, faint footsteps suddenly sounded from deep within the forest.
Xuan Zi's nerves instantly tensed. Despite his severe injuries, he still erupted with the pressure of a Limit Douluo. A vicious gleam flashed through his