Yutong's Past

Tang Ya, who had no classes today, came to the assessment area with Beibei, pushing Mu En's wheelchair.

Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

They had once been on quite good terms with the Tang Sect, but the Tang Sect had fallen into decline now and did not even have a Soul King. She was so ordinary that she had thought Beibei's elders might not like her. She had not expected this great-grand-uncle to be so kind and supportive of her relationship with Beibei.

The quirky young girl immediately changed the way she addressed him, calling him Great-Grand-Uncle, which made the old man beam with delight.

"An old man like me just likes the vigor and drive young people have."

"Your voice is so strong and healthy. You'll definitely live to be two hundred."

"Is that so? Hahaha..."

Beibei blinked, but in the end, he did not say what was on the tip of his tongue. His great-grand-uncle was actually already over two hundred years old.

Roar—

A sacred dragon's roar rang out. In an instant, even Beast Martial Soul masters in the other arenas were greatly affected. Some masters with draconic Martial Souls were so frightened that they directly released their Martial Soul Possession.

The three people in one section of the stands watched the youth, who looked like a child of light, standing with the confidence and power of a deity who controlled everything. His enormous platinum dragon claw effortlessly shattered the giant wolf formed from flames with one punch. Platinum particles gathered before his mouth as a huge, majestic dragon head of light lowered its gaze. The next moment, a torrent of light blasted forth, scaring the female Soul Emperor teacher nearby into activating a thousand-year soul skill. Diamond-like crystals enveloped the three stunned people opposite An Zhen.

This was the first time An Zhen had displayed the Holy Light Dragon during the assessment.

"He's really amazing."

Tang Ya sighed sincerely.

"Ah, youth..."

A trace of reminiscence flashed through Mu En's cloudy eyes.

The Dragon God Douluo had once been just as high-spirited.

Looking at An Zhen, Mu En felt as if he were seeing his younger self.

The arena was somewhat chaotic.

"Silence."

Following behind a refined middle-aged man, Du Weilun called out, "Any Beast Martial Soul master involved in this match who does not accept the result may register and compete again this afternoon."

"By decision of the academy's upper management, An Zhen, Wu Feng, and Ning Tian's team will advance directly into the top four. Any student who refuses to accept this may issue a challenge, but the team must have at least two Soul Grandmasters above Rank 25 or one Soul Elder. Winners will advance directly, while losers will enter the revival round. You have one hour to register."

This was a temporary decision the Martial Soul Department's upper management had been forced to make.

The Holy Light Dragon was an extraordinarily high-ranking existence even among True Dragons. Its suppression over other Beast Martial Souls was terrifying, especially now that An Zhen's strength had risen another level since enrollment.

In their eyes, An Zhen's team would undoubtedly sweep this year's championship. They had also given the other students a chance to compete, while the restriction was intended to prevent students who believed they could not pass the freshman assessment from deliberately causing trouble.

"That guy really loves showing off."

Wang Dong's eyes gleamed with eagerness.

She had not been able to beat him before.

But now, she and Yutong had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"But we don't meet the requirements."

The one who spoke was a petite, adorable girl.

"Hmph, then we'll fight our way up!" Wang Dong raised her fair fist.

"Huabin, should we register?" The shapely cat-eared woman looked at the golden-haired young man beside her. She knew her fiancé's personality.

"Register. Why wouldn't we?"

The arrogant golden-haired young man lifted his chin. He should have been the brightest one there. Everything else should become stepping stones beneath his feet.

Reaching above Rank 25 at the age of eleven or twelve was rare even in talent-filled Shrek Academy. With the achievement of crushing the Outer Court Twin Stars before them, even Dai Huabin only dared to choose this challenge because he had a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"Someone actually registered!"

Boring.

They definitely bought swimsuits with Ning Tian and Wu Feng and promised to let him admire them in real life. That was fine.

In a secluded corner of the academy, the youth enjoying a black-stockinged lap pillow sat up.

"Who?"

"Dai Huabin."

The Golden-Haired Young Miss, her eyes full of affection, gently took An Zhen's lips into her mouth. Moments later, Wu Feng bit down as well. The Red Dragon Girl seemed quite fond of this method.

"Let's go."

An Zhen had wanted to take advantage of his free day to go out and have fun.

"Weilun, what do you think?"

Yan Shaozhe, standing on the high platform, suddenly spoke.

"An Zhen's team will definitely win."

"You're that certain?"

"I can't think of any reason for them to lose."

Adjusting his glasses, Du Weilun gave his opinion. "Dai Huabin has three rings and Zhu Lu has two. The Hell White Tiger does possess strength comparable to the Holy Light Dragon, but a Martial Soul Fusion Skill is temporary. The only possibility lies with Cui Yajie, if her Charm can work."

"But Ning Tian and Wu Feng can completely eliminate that possibility. Moreover, the Holy Light Dragon's light attribute naturally possesses immense resistance against abilities like Charm."

"And that's only considering the Holy Light Dragon. The Holy Light Dragon is merely one part of An Zhen's abilities."

Du Weilun could not help sighing.

"Yes."

Yan Shaozhe nodded lightly.

Such terrifying talent.

And he was an orphan.

This was practically a gift sent by Shrek's ancestors!

"I will serve as the referee for this match."

Du Weilun appeared in the arena. "Don't worry about holding back. Give it everything you have. I will control the degree of the match. Whoever I rescue from the arena will be considered defeated."

"Dai Huabin." The golden-haired young man's expression was arrogant and cold, while faint ferocity surfaced in his blue eyes.

"I know."

An Zhen nodded gently. His pitch-black eyes were calm, as though he were looking at a dead man. "A bastard who deserves to die."

One of the culprits behind Huo Yutong's mother's death.

He had also bullied Xiao Yutong.

Dai Huabin froze. A savage expression instantly spread across his face. "You're courting death!"

Ning Tian looked at An Zhen in surprise. The usually gentle youth had always been peaceful toward his classmates. This was the first time she had seen him show such hostility toward someone.

Du Weilun was somewhat puzzled, unable to understand where An Zhen's sudden hostility had come from.

Twenty minutes earlier.

An Zhen found Huo Yutong and brought her to an empty corner of the stands.

"Big Brother An Zhen?"

The black-haired youth reached out and held Huo Yutong's hand. "Yutong, tell Big Brother. Is he your enemy?"

An Zhen pointed toward the golden-haired, blue-eyed youth in the assessment area, his expression cold.

"!"

The Spirit Eyes and Purple Demon Eyes allowed Huo Yutong to clearly see that person's appearance.

The next moment, the girl's delicate body shook violently. Her body trembled uncontrollably, her face turning pale. Her hands tightly gripped An Zhen's wrist, and her pearly teeth bit down hard on her cherry lips. Two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably down her face as her voice reverted to its original tone and trembled. "It's him! It's him!"

"Mm."

There was a faint taste of blood. It was Yutong's blood.

Her soft, tender cherry lips still carried a faint milky fragrance.

The youth carried Huo Yutong behind a wall and kissed her cherry lips.

After a while, An Zhen carefully wiped the tears from the loli's face.

"Yutong, I'm here."

"Tell Big Brother. Big Brother will avenge you."

"Uwaaah..."

The petite, adorable girl lay in An Zhen's arms, venting her emotions.

Cry. Let it all out.

An Zhen held the girl in his arms painfully. That pitiful appearance nearly broke his heart.

"When... when I was eight..."

Tears streaming endlessly down her face, the loli recounted her sorrowful past in a trembling voice.

Just like in the original story. Nothing had changed.

When Yutong was eight, she went outside to hang laundry and was knocked down by one of Dai Huabin's guards.

"Beat her."

Dai Huabin gave the order without any reason.

The two guards immediately began viciously punching and kicking eight-year-old Huo Yutong. An eight-year-old girl had no ability to fight back.

"Mother shielded Yutong beneath her and begged them, but... but they beat Mother unconscious."

"Uwaaah..."

"Mother was unconscious for so many days..."

She had truly been terrified then, terrified that her only family would leave her like that.

A weak woman already worn down by years of labor suffered such a heavy blow. Two years later, she fell bedridden from illness and left Huo Yutong forever.

"Yu... Yutong didn't do anything wrong. Why... why did they do that?"

An eight-year-old girl watching her mother, who had protected her, get beaten unconscious would undoubtedly suffer a psychological trauma Huo Yutong could never erase.

"What... what are you doing here?" Wang Dong, who had been searching for Huo Yutong, found them after Xiao Xiao pointed her in the right direction. Then she saw Yutong crying her eyes out in An Zhen's arms.

"An Zhen!"

Wang Dong put her hands on her hips. "Did you bully Yutong?"

"No... no, Big Brother An Zhen didn't."

The tearful loli hurriedly replied.

"I'm going to collect a little interest for Yutong."

Handing the little cutie to Wang Dong, An Zhen strode out. This was the first time he had been so impatient to beat someone up!

"Teacher, do you have a method to slowly cripple someone's strength?" An Zhen asked inwardly. As the Holy Necromancer God, Electrolux should have knowledge in that area.

Debts had to be repaid, and murder demanded a life.

"I thought you were going to slaughter him directly."

An Zhen had previously let Electrolux, within his sea of spirit, hear Huo Yutong's account.

Electrolux's tolerance for beasts like Dai Huabin was zero.

"Let an arrogant genius watch someone he once looked down on surpass him, and watch himself slowly become trash. That is the greatest torment."

"Not bad. You have a bit of my old style. Get some of his blood or bodily tissue. Even a drop will do, though naturally, the more you get, the faster it will take effect."

Blood.

Getting a little blood during battle was perfectly normal.

"The battle begins!"

"Roar!"

A tiger's roar rang out. The golden-haired young man's school uniform was ripped apart by his rapidly swelling muscles, and his entire aura became far more violent. He lowered his body like a fierce tiger preparing to hunt.

"Roar!"

A lofty, sacred dragon's roar rang out, but this time, it carried a hint of brutality, like a monarch venting his fury.

Imprint.

Dragon God Douluo Mu En.

Status: Rank 42 Soul Ancestor.

After two yellow and one purple soul rings, a profound black soul ring, like a bottomless abyss, appeared at An Zhen's side beneath the shocked gazes of all the students.