Elder Mu Strikes, Instant Annihilation! Breaking Through to Level Thirty! Before the Third Evolution!

"Little brats from Shrek Academy..." He licked his lips: "You're really lucky."

"The aura of a fifty-thousand-year beast, I can smell it from a hundred miles away."

He stared at Bai Lan, a greedy glint flashing in his eyes:

"Little guy, that fifty-thousand-year soul beast on you... hand it over, and I can let you die quickly."

Bai Lan did not speak.

He simply raised his hand slowly, and the Contract Book manifested in his palm.

On the first page, the light of the Arrow Bamboo ignited.

On the second page, the silver glow of the Void Butterfly King flickered.

Bei Bei, Tang Ya, and Xu Sanshi rushed over from three directions, shielding him.

"Five people." Bei Bei whispered, his voice grave as never before: "Three Soul Kings, two Soul Emperors."

"Not a big problem."

Bai Lan said slowly, full of confidence.

He had no intention of running, either.

Because the Void Butterfly King had just told him that the surrounding space had already been sealed.

There was no escaping.

Then he would just have to kill this bunch of guys.

He looked up at the man in the black robe.

"You want the fifty-thousand-year soul beast?" He asked.

The black-robed man raised an eyebrow: "What, have you come to your senses?"

Bai Lan smiled.

"Then come and take it."

Before the words had even faded, the silver light of the Void Butterfly King flared!

Space Imprisonment!

The space around the black-robed man solidified instantly, pinning him in place!

"Do it!" Bai Lan roared.

The Arrow Bamboo trembled violently, and hundreds of bamboo leaves detached simultaneously, transforming into a sky full of cyan light as they shot toward the four Evil Soul Masters!

Lightning flashed across Bei Bei's body as he unleashed his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirit and charged at the nearest enemy!

Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass grew wildly, attempting to entangle another!

Xu Sanshi's Mysterious Turtle shell manifested, blocking the path in front of everyone!

But the gap in strength was simply too vast.

The Arrow Rain pierced the defense of one Soul King, pinning him to the ground, but the other three merely flicked their hands, scattering all the bamboo leaves.

Bei Bei was sent flying by a single palm strike, crashing into a tree and coughing up blood.

Tang Ya's Blue Silver Grass was burned to ashes by black flames.

Cracks spread across Xu Sanshi's turtle shell.

Bai Lan stood where he was, watching the black-robed man break free from the Space Imprisonment and walk toward him step by step.

"Interesting." The black-robed man licked his lips: "A space-type ability... you kid have quite a few good things on you."

He raised his hand, and black mist condensed into a giant palm, reaching out to grab Bai Lan!

Bai Lan stood his ground, watching the black-robed man close in step by step.

Five people.

Three Soul Kings, two Soul Emperors.

Placed anywhere, this was no small force.

But he knew clearly in his heart.

The Void Butterfly King, fifty thousand years.

Equivalent to a human Soul Saint.

Fighting them was more than enough.

He had even already run through the sequence of his attack in his mind:

Void Butterfly King carries him into the air → Dimensional Slash to cripple the two Soul Kings first → Space Imprisonment to pin the Soul Emperors → Arrow Rain to finish them off.

The entire process would not require him to touch the ground.

The opponents wouldn't even be able to touch the hem of his clothes.

What a pity.

"Courting death."

Just as he was about to make a move.

Elder Mu's voice descended from the night sky.

Bai Lan sighed, silently retracting the Void Butterfly King he had been about to release.

Fine, I don't need to get my hands dirty this time.

BOOM!

A golden radiance descended from the heavens, blasting that black palm into fragments!

The black-robed figure's pupils constricted, and he jerked his head upward!

Under the moonlight, an old man with white hair and a white beard hovered silently in mid-air.

Behind him, nine Soul Rings pulsed rhythmically.

Yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, red, red, red.

A Title Douluo.

"E... Elder Mu..." Bai Lan murmured.

Mu En looked down at him, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

"Kid, you fought well."

Then, he turned his gaze toward those Evil Soul Masters.

His expression was calm.

But in that instant, all five Evil Soul Masters felt what true terror was.

"Touching someone from my Shrek Academy..."

Elder Mu raised his hand.

"Did you even ask me first?"

Golden light illuminated the entire night sky.

Five figures were instantly reduced to ash.

Bai Lan stood where he was, watching this scene, speechless for a long time.

Is this the strength of a Peerless Douluo?

He lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

It's not enough.

He is still too weak.

Elder Mu landed beside him, reaching out to support his swaying body.

"Let's go, let's head back."

Bai Lan looked up at him.

"Elder Mu, I..."

Elder Mu waved his hand, cutting him off.

"No need to say anything."

He looked at Bai Lan, his gaze profound:

"You've reached level thirty."

Bai Lan was stunned.

Only then did he realize that his Soul Power fluctuations had, at some point, broken through that threshold.

Level thirty.

A Soul Venerable.

"Go back and rest for the night," Elder Mu said. "Tomorrow, I will take you to the Shadow Valley to contract your third soul beast."

Bai Lan took a deep breath and bowed solemnly: "Yes."

Under the moonlight, the old man's silhouette and the youth's silhouette stood side by side.

In the distance, Bei Bei struggled to stand up, watching this scene with a faint, weak smile on his lips.

"This guy... he really is a monster..."

The night had deepened.

Shrek Academy, primary dormitory.

Bai Lan sat alone by the edge of his bed, the window half-open, the night breeze carrying the chill of the lake as it brushed gently against his cheeks.

He did not light a lamp.

Moonlight spilled in from outside the window, spreading a sheet of silver-white across the floor.

The room was very quiet.

So quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump.

Bai Lan lowered his head and looked at his own hands.

These hands had almost been crushed by an Evil Soul Master just a moment ago.

These hands were now trembling slightly.

It wasn't fear.

It was excitement.

"Level thirty..."

He muttered to himself, his voice so soft it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

Three months ago, he was level twenty-six.

Three months later, he was level thirty.

The threshold from Soul Master to Soul Venerable, a barrier that countless people were stuck at for half a year, a year, or even longer, he had crossed just like that, in a daze.

On the edge of life and death, at the very moment Elder Mu intervened.

He hadn't even had time to feel the process of breaking through before he was already standing at a new starting point.

Bai Lan took a deep breath, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart.

He raised his hand.

The Contract Book appeared in his palm.

The pages turned slowly without any wind.

On the first page, the mark of the Arrow Bamboo hovered quietly, its cyan-green light soft and warm.

The patterns of the bamboo joints were clearly visible, each line exuding the scent of time.

A three-thousand-year Arrow Bamboo.

A companion that had been with him for half a year.

From a ten-year Guzhu, to a hundred-year Iron Core Bamboo, and then to a three-thousand-year Arrow Bamboo.

Bai Lan reached out and gently touched the mark.

A warm sensation traveled from his fingertips, as if the Arrow Bamboo was responding to him in its own way.

"This is the third evolution," he said softly. "After this, if nothing goes wrong, you will be a thirty-thousand-year Bamboo King level existence."

The mark of the Arrow Bamboo trembled slightly, as if nodding in response.

Bai Lan smiled and shifted his gaze to the second page.

The silver butterfly mark hovered quietly, even more brilliant than the mark of the Arrow Bamboo.

The patterns on the butterfly wings were dense and complex, each one looking like a fold in space, slightly distorting the light around it.

A fifty-thousand-year Void Butterfly King.

A new companion that had been with him for three months.

From a five-hundred-year Void Butterfly, to a five-thousand-year Void Phantom Butterfly, and then to a fifty-thousand-year Void Butterfly King.

Bai Lan looked at the mark, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

He could still clearly remember that on the withered tree in Illusion Valley, that palm-sized butterfly was curled up between the branches, its wings trembling slightly, the surrounding space distorting along with them.

At that time, it had just finished evolving and was in its weakest period.

He had taken advantage of its vulnerability to forcibly form a contract.

"Do you blame me?" Bai Lan asked softly.

The mark of the Void Butterfly King brightened for a moment, then dimmed again.

It was as if it were saying: No.

Bai Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

"That's good."

He closed the Contract Book and placed it on his lap.

His gaze fell on the third page.

It was still blank.

It was a space reserved for a future contracted beast.

"Void Shadow Beast..." he murmured, repeating the name Elder Mu had spoken: "Shadow attribute, with a trace of space attribute."

Upon his return just now, Mu En had already told him about it.

He recalled the battle from this night.

Those Evil Soul Masters had been shrouded in black mist, their techniques eerie and ruthless.

If only he had possessed a contracted beast capable of concealing his aura at that time...

If only he could have completely hidden the fluctuations of his Soul Ring...

Those Evil Soul Masters would never have discovered him.

Bai Lan clenched his fists.

"I must become stronger," he told himself. "I must be faster, even faster."

Elder Mu's body could not hold on for much longer.

He needed to grow to a level where he could protect himself before that happened.

A faint sound came from outside the window.

Bai Lan looked up, his gaze sweeping toward the window with vigilance.

A paper crane slipped through the half-open window gap, flew in slowly, and landed in his palm.

The paper crane unfolded automatically, revealing a few lines of familiar handwriting:

"Rest well tonight, do not rush the evolution. Come to the Sea God Pavilion tomorrow morning, and I will protect you."

Signature: Mu.