Twenty Years of Delusional Dreams Waken in a Moment, the Mother Tyrannosaurus Kneels Before the Might of the True Dragon

Heaven Dou Great Spirit Fighting Arena.

As the main venue for the Heaven Dou division of the Elite Tournament of Advanced Spirit Master Academies, the place was packed with people today, colorful flags fluttering in the wind. All eighty thousand spectator seats were filled, and the cheers were as deafening as a tsunami.

Inside the lounge area.

The former Imperial Fighting Team, now the World Burial Team, was ready to set off.

"This uniform... isn't it a bit too conspicuous?"

Dugu Yan tugged at her clothes. Although she was complaining, the adoration in her eyes could not be hidden.

Unlike the Shrek team's "poop-green" advertisements in the original work, the uniforms personally designed by Yu Tianyu were extremely sophisticated.

The entire set was woven from jet-black Heaven Silkworm Silk, tailored to fit perfectly and outline the spirit masters' physiques. Along the collars, cuffs, and hems, ferocious dragon patterns and mysterious runes were embroidered with dark gold thread.

Furthermore, each female member's uniform had been slightly adjusted to suit her figure: Dugu Yan's was a high-cut design with an exposed midriff, highlighting her allure; Zhu Zhuqing wore a tight-fitting leather bodysuit covered by a battle skirt, emphasizing her cold demeanor; Ning Rongrong wore a Lolita-style short skirt with long boots, making her look noble and cute. Ye Lingling wore a long black gauze dress, like an orchid in the dark night.

"Conspicuous?"

Yu Tianyu, draped in a black cloak, sat in the main seat and said indifferently, "Conspicuous is exactly what we want."

"From today on, we will make this black and gold uniform an inescapable nightmare for the entire spirit master world."

At this moment, the lounge door was pushed open.

Liu Erlong walked in, dressed in a black professional suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair tied up high, holding a folder in her hand.

At this moment, she had shed her usual irritability and wildness, replaced by a more mature and capable charm. But if one looked closely, they would see that the way she looked at Yu Tianyu carried a trace of almost pathological obedience and worship.

"Master... oh no, Captain."

Liu Erlong's cheeks flushed slightly as she quickly corrected herself (this was the result of his training; one had to be discreet in front of others), "The opening ceremony is about to begin. His Majesty and Bishop Salas have already entered. Also..."

Liu Erlong paused, her eyes complex, "His Highness the Crown Prince sent someone to pass a message, asking you to go to the VIP box for a chat. He said it was to 'cheer you on'."

"Xue Qinghe?"

A playful arc curled the corners of Yu Tianyu's mouth.

"It seems some people can no longer hold back."

He stood up and straightened his collar.

"You all go to the entrance tunnel and prepare. I'll go meet this Crown Prince."

Inside the highest-level VIP box of the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Fighting Arena.

The massive floor-to-ceiling windows offered a view of the entire arena.

"Your Highness, Yu Tianyu has been brought here," the guard reported respectfully.

"Let him in, and you all withdraw. Without my orders, no one is allowed within ten meters," Xue Qinghe's voice was gentle yet authoritative.

The door closed.

In the spacious box, only Xue Qinghe, who was sitting on the sofa sipping tea, and Yu Tianyu, who had just entered, remained.

"Brother Tianyu, sit."

Xue Qinghe set down the teacup, still maintaining that gentle, jade-like appearance, "I heard you changed your team name and uniforms? 'World Burial'... isn't that name a bit too murderous?"

"In chaotic times, use heavy codes; let slaughter define this life."

Yu Tianyu sat down opposite Xue Qinghe without hesitation, his gaze fixed on the other party, "As for Your Highness, the tournament is about to start; you didn't call me here just to discuss the team name, did you?"

Xue Qinghe smiled slightly, her gaze deep: "I'm just curious. In just one month, you subdued the little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, captured the second miss of the Star Luo Zhu Family, and even the notoriously difficult Liu Erlong is obedient to you..."

"Yu Tianyu, your methods make me feel... alarmed."

When saying the word "alarmed," a trace of genuine wariness flashed in Xue Qinghe's eyes.

This man was growing too fast, so fast that it made her, a lurker, feel a sense of threat.

However, at this very moment.

A sudden change occurred.

The moment Yu Tianyu approached Xue Qinghe, the high-level bloodline of the Dragon God within his body unconsciously emitted a wisp of aura.

This aura was overbearing, ancient, and chaotic.

To ordinary spirit masters, this was merely a sense of oppression.

But to Qian Renxue, who possessed the god-level Six-Winged Angel martial soul, this was like a spark igniting a powder keg!

To maintain the disguise of the "Xue Qinghe" Swan martial soul, Qian Renxue had to constantly use spirit bone skills to suppress the Angel Divine Power within her. This long-term suppression was like a dammed flood.

At this moment, drawn by the Dragon God's aura, that sacred energy which had been suppressed for years suddenly erupted!

"Ugh!"

Xue Qinghe's originally calm face turned deathly pale instantly, her brows furrowed, and the teacup in her hand shattered with a "crack."

A terrifying high temperature erupted from within her body. Although she tried her best to suppress it, a golden light faintly shimmered on the surface of her skin.

So painful!

It felt as if her soul were being torn apart! The Angel spirit power wanted to break through the disguise and clash with that dragon aura!

"Your Highness? What's wrong?"

Yu Tianyu asked, knowing full well the answer, but a sharp glint flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The opportunity had arrived.

"Don't... don't come any closer..."

Xue Qinghe gritted his teeth, his voice trembling. "I... I am fine... it is merely a recurrence of an old ailment... you should leave first..."

She absolutely could not let Yu Tianyu discover any clues! If her disguise were to shatter now and the Six-Winged Angel were revealed, the entire plan of Spirit Hall would be ruined!

But the next second.

A cold, powerful hand pressed directly onto her shoulder.

"Your Highness, your aura is in chaos."

Yu Tianyu's voice was low and magnetic, brooking no argument. "There is an excess of yang fire within your body, and your spirit is agitated. If you continue to suppress it like this, you will suffer a cultivation deviation, or even... explode and die."

"Insolent! I told you to... Mmph!"

Xue Qinghe had just tried to push him away when she felt a strange energy surge into her body through that large hand.

It was not ordinary soul power.

It was a strand of Chaos Dragon Qi that encompassed all things, yet stood above all things.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

After this dragon qi entered her body, it did not clash with her Angel Divine Power; instead, it acted like a gentle hand, softly soothing the violent angel.

That feeling... it was like someone who had walked through a desert for three days and three nights suddenly drinking a mouthful of ice-cold spring water.

The pain brought on by long-term suppression and her taut nerves were, at this moment, relieved like never before.

"Haa..."

Xue Qinghe's tense body softened, and she couldn't help but let out a faint nasal sound.

She raised her head, looking at Yu Tianyu, who was inches away, with dazed eyes.

At this moment, the distance between the two was extremely close.

She could smell the pleasant masculine scent on the youth and feel the warmth radiating from his palm.

This was the first time in so many years that she had revealed such a fragile side in front of an "outsider," and also the first time... she had felt such safety.

"You..." Xue Qinghe's eyes were complex.

"Shh."

Yu Tianyu raised a finger and pressed it against her lips (separated by the disguise, yet the touch remained soft).

"Everyone has secrets, Your Highness."

"I don't care what kind of 'monster' you are hiding inside, nor do I care what you are suppressing."

"I only know that right now, you need me."

Yu Tianyu did not expose her identity, but instead defined this relationship as a kind of "tacit symbiosis."

This was even more lethal than a direct exposure.

Because it left Qian Renxue with a fig leaf of dignity, while simultaneously planting a seed: this man could soothe her pain; he was the only one who could make her feel "comfortable."

After a long while.

Yu Tianyu withdrew his hand, and the ambiguous atmosphere dissipated along with it.

"Alright, it seems Your Highness is fine now."

Yu Tianyu stood up, returning to his previous aloofness. "The match is about to begin, so I shall take my leave. I look forward to Your Highness 'cheering' for me from the stands."

Having said that, he turned and walked away with a flourish.

Watching the closed door, Xue Qinghe slumped onto the sofa, touching her burning chest.

The killing intent in her eyes faded, replaced by a trace of confusion and... a flutter of the heart that she had never felt before.

"Yu Tianyu... are you my nemesis, or are you my... antidote?"

At this moment, the opening ceremony officially began.

The master of ceremonies' passionate voice echoed throughout the arena.

"Entering next, we have the favorites to win this tournament—the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team!"

Amidst a wave of cheers, the members of the Second Team, dressed in gold and red uniforms, walked out with their heads held high.

Immediately following.

"Next, is a special academy. Although they are unknown, it is said that their strength is not to be underestimated. Let us welcome—Shrek Academy!"

The entire arena suddenly went quiet for a moment.

Then, it erupted into raucous laughter.

"Hahahaha! What the hell is that?"

"Shit-green uniforms? And they have 'Advertising Space Available' printed on the back?"

"My god, are they here to be comedians? Is this what you call Spirit Masters?"

In the entrance tunnel, Flender led the Shrek Seven Devils out (everyone except Xiao Wu looked like they wanted to die).

That classic green uniform from the original story looked even more eyesore-inducing in reality. Especially with the colorful advertisements printed on everyone's backs, they looked like walking clowns.

Tang San kept his head down, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails were digging into his palms, drawing blood.

Humiliation!

Ever since they arrived in Heaven Dou City, they had been suffering nothing but humiliation!

Laugh... laugh all you want...

Tang San roared in his heart, Once the match starts, I will use my Blue Silver Grass to whip your mouths into shreds!

However, the next second, the laughter of the entire arena came to an abrupt halt.

It was replaced by a collective gasp, followed by an earth-shattering eruption of screams!

"My god! What kind of god-tier team is that?!"

"So handsome! So beautiful! They're practically works of art!"

"Look at the leader! He's so imposing!"

The announcer's voice trembled:

"Making their grand finale entrance... is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy First Team! Or as they are now renamed—the World Burial Team!!"

BOOM!

Brilliant spirit-guided cannons fired in unison.

Amidst a rain of black and gold light, Yu Tianyu walked out slowly, accompanied by six stunning beauties (including Ye Lingling and the substitutes).

Their ink-colored battle robes fluttered in the wind, and every face wore an expression of cold arrogance.

Especially Yu Tianyu, who walked at the very front with the stride of a dragon and the gaze of a conqueror.

To his left, Ning Rongrong held the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, radiant and dazzling; to his right, Zhu Zhuqing moved like a phantom, cold and breathtaking.

This visual impact created a chasm of difference between them and the clown-like Shrek Academy from moments ago!

"No... this is impossible..."

In the crowd, Dai Mubai looked at the shining, magnificent Zhu Zhuqing, then looked down at his own shit-green outfit, and his mentality completely collapsed.

"That is my fiancée... she should be standing by my side..."

Oscar also stared blankly at Ning Rongrong, his eyes filled with bitterness. The current Ning Rongrong was like a goddess in the heavens, while he was nothing but mud on the ground.

After the opening ceremony, the results of the first round of draws were announced.

Fate seemed to be playing a joke (or perhaps it was the protagonist's behind-the-scenes manipulation).

First match: World Burial Team VS Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team.

This was an "internal conflict," and also a battle to establish authority by clearing out the house.

The captain of the Second Team looked at Yu Tianyu across the stage, his legs trembling. Although they were also Spirit Venerables, in the face of Yu Tianyu's terrifying aura, they didn't even have the courage to make a move.

"Match start!" the referee commanded.

"Activate Spirit!" the Second Team captain roared, attempting to bolster his courage with volume.

However, the opposing side didn't move.

Yu Tianyu didn't even release his Spirit.

He simply raised his right hand calmly and snapped his fingers.

"Snap."

"Clear the field."

The moment the words left his lips.

Zhu Zhuqing, standing behind him, moved.

No one even saw her motion.

A black, ghostly light flashed across the arena like the scythe of the Grim Reaper.

"Netherworld... Instant Prison Kill!"

This was a new move Yu Tianyu had created by combining Flash Step: Night Guy with her Spirit Skill.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

A series of muffled thuds echoed.

In less than ten seconds.

All seven members of the Heaven Dou Second Team were sent flying off the stage, landing in a neat row on the ground, unconscious.

From start to finish, apart from Zhu Zhuqing, the other members of the World Burial Team hadn't even moved a single step.

The entire arena fell into a deathly silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

"BOOM----!!"

The spectator stands erupted.

"A one-hit kill! A one-on-seven sweep!!"

"Who is that beauty? She's too strong!"

"Yu Tianyu didn't even make a move! Is this the power of the World Burial Team? It's terrifying!"

On the high platform.

Emperor Xue Ye stood up in shock: "That is... the girl from the Zhu family? To think she has grown to such a level?"

"Xue Qinghe," sitting beside him, kept his gaze locked firmly on the young man who had stood with his hands behind his back, looking calm and composed the entire time.

"Is this the result of your training? Yu Tianyu... just how many more surprises are hidden within you?"

She touched her chest, where a trace of warmth still lingered, and a faint, imperceptible smile curled the corners of her lips.

In a corner of the stands.

The Shrek team looked ashen.

"How is this possible..." Tang San had kept his Purple Demon Eye active the entire time, yet he hadn't been able to fully track Zhu Zhuqing's movements.

"Her speed... it's faster than mine? And her soul power... it's at least level thirty-five! How can this be? Half a month ago, she was only level twenty-seven!"

This rate of improvement, which defied all logic, left Tang San feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It must be a dark art!"

Grandmaster gritted his teeth and said, "That Yu Tianyu must be using some evil method to overdraft their life potential to forcibly boost their strength! This power is hollow! It won't last!"

"San, don't be afraid!"

"We still have a chance! As long as you use the Zhuge Divine Crossbow..."

Grandmaster hadn't even finished his sentence.

On the arena stage, Yu Tianyu suddenly turned his head, his gaze accurately piercing through tens of thousands of spectators to land directly on this dark corner.

He raised his right hand toward the direction of Tang San and Grandmaster.

Then, he pointed his thumb downward.

He made an incredibly insulting gesture.

His lips moved slightly:

"You're next."

"CRACK!"

The iron railing in Tang San's hand was crushed flat.

"Yu Tianyu..."

Tang San's eyes turned blood-red, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged within his heart.

Since the righteous path led nowhere... since hard work couldn't keep up...

Tang San's hand reached toward the Twenty-Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist. Hidden there were several vials of lethal, blood-sealing poison he had recently concocted, along with that vicious hidden weapon known as "Yama's Invitation."

"Since you want to die... then I will grant your wish."

Behind the facade of this glamorous arena, the seeds of darkness were growing wildly.