Yutong's Past

Tang Ya, with no classes today, pushed Mu En's wheelchair alongside Beibei to the assessment area.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon family.

They used to have a good relationship with the Tang Sect, but now the Tang Sect was in decline, not even having a Soul King. She, being so ordinary, thought Beibei's elders wouldn't like her, but unexpectedly, this Xuan Ancestor was so kind and amiable, and strongly approved of her relationship with Beibei.

The mischievous and clever girl immediately changed her address to Xuan Ancestor, making the old man beam with joy.

"This old man is getting old, I just like the youthful vigor of young people."

"Your voice is so strong, you'll definitely live to be two hundred."

"Is that so? Haha..."

Beibei blinked. The words that came to his lips were swallowed back. The Xuan Ancestor was actually already over two hundred years old.

"Roar~"

A sacred dragon's roar echoed. In an instant, even the beast Soul Masters in other arenas were significantly affected. Some even semi-dragon beast Soul Masters were so frightened that they dispelled their Martial Soul Avatar state.

On a spectator stand, three people watched as the young man, like a child of light, exuded confidence and power as if he controlled everything. A massive platinum dragon claw easily shattered a great wolf formed from flames. Platinum particles gathered before his mouth, and the majestic, radiant dragon head lowered its gaze. The next moment, a torrent of light erupted, terrifying the Soul Emperor-level female teacher beside them into activating her thousand-year Soul Skill. A diamond-like crystal encased the three people opposite An Zhen, who were stunned.

This was An Zhen's first display of the Holy Light Dragon during the assessment.

"So amazing,"

Tang Ya exclaimed sincerely.

"Youth..."

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

The Dragon God Douluo of yesteryear was just as spirited.

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

The arena was somewhat chaotic.

"Silence."

Du Weilun, following a refined middle-aged man, spoke out, "For all matches involving beast Soul Masters, anyone who disagrees with the results can sign up for a rematch this afternoon."

"After deliberation by the academy's higher-ups, An Zhen, Wu Feng, and Ning Tian's team will directly advance to the top four. Any student who is dissatisfied can issue a challenge, but the requirement is that the team must have at least two Soul Grand Masters above level twenty-five or one Soul Elder. Winners will advance directly, and losers will enter the resurrection match. You have one hour to sign up."

This was a decision the higher-ups of the Martial Soul department had to make on the spot.

The Holy Light Dragon, such a super existence that ranked extremely high even among true dragons, had a terrifying suppressive effect on other beast Martial Souls, especially now that An Zhen's strength had surpassed his entry level.

In their eyes, An Zhen's team would definitely take the championship this year. They were even giving other students a chance to compete. The restriction was also to prevent students who believed they couldn't pass this freshman assessment from intentionally causing trouble.

"This guy is really stealing the spotlight."

Wang Dong's eyes glinted with eagerness.

She couldn't defeat him before.

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

"But we don't meet the standard."

A petite and cute girl spoke up.

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

"Huabin, should we sign up?" The well-figured cat-eared woman looked at the blonde man beside her, knowing her fiancé's personality.

"Sign up, why not."

The arrogant blonde man tilted his head. He should be the most dazzling one; everything else should be his stepping stone.

Cultivating to above level twenty-five at the age of eleven or twelve was rare, even in the talent-filled Shrek Academy. With his previous achievement of crushing the twin stars of the outer court, even Dai Huabin only had confidence to challenge because of his Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"Someone actually signed up!"

Bored.

He had definitely bought swimsuits with Ning Tian and Wu Feng. It was fine to promise to let them admire them in reality.

In a secluded corner of the campus, the young man enjoying a leg pillow with black stockings sat up.

"Who?"

"Dai Huabin."

The golden-haired young lady, her eyes filled with affection, gently kissed An Zhen's lips. A moment later, Wu Feng bit down. The Red Dragon girl seemed to quite enjoy this method.

"Let's go."

An Zhen still wanted to go out and play today since he had no classes.

"Weilun, what do you think?"

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

"An Zhen's team will win."

"So confident?"

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

Pushing up his glasses, Du Weilun stated his opinion, "Dai Huabin from the third ring and Zhu Lu from the second ring, Hell White Tiger indeed possesses abilities comparable to Holy Light Dragon, but their Martial Soul Fusion Skill is temporary. The only possibility lies with Cui Yajie, if her charm works."

"But Ning Tian and Wu Feng can completely stifle that possibility. Moreover, the Holy Light Dragon's light attribute already has a great resistance against charm-type abilities."

"And that's just considering the Holy Light Dragon alone. The Holy Light Dragon is only a part of An Zhen's abilities."

Du Weilun couldn't help but sigh.

"Yeah."

Yan Shaozhe nodded gently.

Such terrifying talent.

And an orphan.

This was practically a gift from Shrek's ancestors!

"I will be the referee for this match."

Du Weilun's figure appeared on the field. "Don't worry about holding back, go all out. I'll gauge the intensity of the match. Being pulled out of the arena by me will count as a loss."

"Dai Huabin." The blond man's expression was arrogant and cold, a faint hostility appearing in his blue eyes.

"I know."

An Zhen nodded lightly, his dark eyes calm as if looking at a dead person. "A damned mongrel."

One of the culprits responsible for Huo Yutong's mother's death.

And he bullied Xiao Yutong too.

Dai Huabin froze, his ferocious expression instantly filling his face. "You're looking for death!"

Ning Tian looked at An Zhen in surprise. The usually gentle youth was always peaceful towards his classmates; this was the first time she had seen him harbor such strong hostility towards someone.

Du Weilun was a bit confused, not understanding the source of An Zhen's sudden hostility.

Twenty minutes ago.

An Zhen found Huo Yutong and brought him to a deserted corner of the spectator stands.

"An Zhen brother?"

The black-haired youth reached out and held Huo Yutong's hand. "Yutong, tell brother, is he your enemy."

An Zhen pointed his finger at a blond, blue-eyed youth in the assessment area, his expression cold.

"!"

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

The next moment, the girl's delicate body trembled violently, her body shaking uncontrollably. Her face turned pale, and she tightly gripped An Zhen's wrist with both hands. Her pearly white teeth bit down hard on her cherry lips, and two streams of tears flowed uncontrollably. Her voice, returning to its original tone, trembled as she spoke, "It's him! It's him!"

"Mmm."

A hint of blood. That was Yutong's blood.

Her soft, sweet cherry lips still carried a hint of milkiness.

The youth, holding Huo Yutong, kissed the girl's lips.

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

"Yutong, I'm here."

"Tell brother, brother will avenge you."

"Wuwuwu..."

The petite and adorable girl buried herself in An Zhen's arms, venting her emotions.

Cry, let it all out.

An Zhen held the girl in his arms, his heart aching. Her pitiful appearance was shattering his heart.

"Eight... eight years ago..."

Tears continuously flowing, Loli's voice trembled as she recounted her tragic past.

Just like in the original novel. (Things hadn't changed.)

Eight-year-old Yutong was hanging out clothes when she was knocked down by one of Dai Huabin's guards.

"Beat her."

Without any reason, Dai Huabin gave the order.

Two guards directly and viciously punched and kicked the eight-year-old Huo Yutong. An eight-year-old girl had no power to fight back.

"Mom shielded Yutong under her, begging them, but... but they beat mom until she passed out."

"Wuwuwu..."

"Mom has been unconscious for so many days..."

She was truly terrified then, afraid her only relative would leave her like this.

A weak woman, already frail from overwork, suffered such a heavy blow. Two years later, she fell ill and never recovered, forever leaving Huo Yutong.

"Yu... Yutong didn't do anything wrong, why... why are they doing this to her!"

An eight-year-old girl watched her mother, who had protected her, beaten unconscious. Undoubtedly, this left an indelible psychological scar on Huo Yutong.

"What... what are you doing here?" Wang Dong, searching for Huo Yutong, found this place following Xiao Xiao's directions. She then 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, An Zhen-gege didn't," Loli, tears in her eyes, quickly said.

"I'm going to collect some interest for Yutong."

Handing the little cutie over to Wang Dong, An Zhen strode out. It was the first time he was so eager to beat someone up!

"Teacher, do you have a way to slowly cripple someone's strength?" An Zhen asked in his mind. As the Undead Saint Archmage, Electrolux should have knowledge in this area.

Debts must be paid, and murder requires a life.

"I thought you would just kill him."

An Zhen had let Electrolux in his sea of consciousness hear Huo Yutong's story earlier.

Electrolux had zero tolerance for scum like Dai Huabin.

"Making a proud genius watch someone he looked down on surpass him, and watching himself slowly turn into a cripple, is the greatest torment."

"Not bad, has some of my old style. Get some of his blood or body tissue. A single drop will do, though the more, the faster it works."

Blood.

Getting injured in a fight was normal.

"Battle begins!"

"Roar!"

A tiger's roar sounded. The blonde man's school uniform was torn by his bulging muscles, his entire demeanor becoming more ferocious. He crouched low, like a tiger preparing to hunt Gari.

"Roar!"

A high and sacred dragon's roar echoed, but this time it carried a hint of savagery, as if a king was venting his rage.

"Imprint."

Dragon God Douluo Mu En.

Status: Level 42 Soul Ancestor.

After yellow, yellow, and purple, before the astonished eyes of all the students, a deep black Soul Ring appeared beside An Zhen, like a bottomless abyss.