The Battle Ends, Everyone's Reaction

The competition continued.

Yuan'en Yehui, assisted by two control-type soul masters, was barely able to hold her own against Long Yue.

As for Xie Xie, he occasionally used his Light Dragon Dagger to seek an opening, only to find that for some reason, Long Yue could always dodge with pinpoint accuracy.

Furthermore, Xie Xie was stunned to discover that if he attacked areas with higher defense, such as the back, Long Yue wouldn't even bother to dodge, choosing to tank the hits directly.

However, Xie An and Wu Zhangkong, standing on the viewing platform, could see that Yuan'en Yehui's defeat was only a matter of time.

On one hand, the Mountain Dragon King martial soul was truly overpowered; on the other, the third ring was considered the first major watershed for any soul master.

For a top-tier martial soul like the Mountain Dragon King, the boost provided was undoubtedly immense.

Thinking of this, Xie An suddenly recalled a certain master who had only managed to break through to level thirty at the age of fifty.

It was fortunate that Long Yue's current Soul Power Level hadn't reached the Soul King realm or higher. Otherwise, the mere pressure of his aura would have been enough to make anyone with a wavering will collapse on the spot.

"If there are no surprises, Tang Wulin and his team are going to lose," Wu Zhangkong said, analyzing the situation.

Xie An nodded in agreement.

On the other side.

Na'er did not choose to continue targeting Long Yue, instead engaging Gu Yue directly.

A Silver Dragon Spear materialized out of thin air, bypassing Long Yue and thrusting straight toward Gu Yue.

Seeing this, Gu Yue merely smiled and said, "Na'er, can you really bring yourself to attack me?"

Wavelike ripples emerged beneath her feet.

Specks of light in various colors gathered in the air toward Gu Yue.

A massive fireball suddenly hurtled toward Na'er.

If one looked closely, the fireball was tinged with a faint cyan hue.

Na'er utilized a move called White Dragon Pull, leaping over ten meters in an instant, suddenly bypassing the fireball and dashing right in front of Gu Yue.

Gu Yue did not panic, instead, a cyan glow surfaced on her body once more.

Her speed surged, and she dodged the strike with a sudden shift in her figure.

What Gu Yue hadn't expected was that Na'er did not choose to stop, but continued her forward thrust.

Behind Gu Yue stood Dai Yun'er.

Seeing Na'er suddenly charge over, Dai Yun'er, who had been maintaining her spiritual detection, was caught in a moment of panic.

After all, she was still a pampered little princess; although her Soul Power Level was not low, her practical combat experience was limited.

By the time she reacted and tried to dodge, she found the tip of the Silver Dragon Spear already at her throat.

"Don't move, or you will die."

In Dai Yun'er's eyes, an exceptionally beautiful young girl was speaking the coldest words she had ever heard.

Long Yue, under the shared spiritual detection, naturally became aware of the situation, and his Mountain Dragon King martial soul erupted as he tried to rush back to the rescue.

It was at this moment that Wu Zhangkong on the platform released his aura, clapped his hands, and spoke up.

"This match is over. The winners are Tang Wulin's team."

After speaking, Wu Zhangkong looked toward Xie An, and seeing that Xie An had no intention of speaking, he continued.

"After all, this isn't a life-or-death duel. I hope you can draw experience from this match."

"Some of you lack sufficient practical combat experience, for example, Dai Yun'er."

"You possess Twin Martial Souls, yet you stood there like a wooden stake."

"Others have zero coordination. Long Yue, although you are very strong, if you could coordinate properly with Gu Yue, you wouldn't have been deadlocked for so long."

Having said this, Wu Zhangkong looked at Xie An.

Xie An nodded at him, flashed out, and arrived before the group.

Just as Xie An appeared before them, the shadow beneath Gu Yue's feet fluctuated quietly.

It was such a subtle ripple that Wu Zhangkong did not notice it.

Tang Wulin looked at Xie An with a face full of pleasant surprise.

He had truly met the person who had taught him the techniques back at Eastsea Academy.

Xie An glanced at Gu Yue's shadow, a warm smile appearing on his face.

"I will start by introducing myself. My name is Xie An, the War God Temple Master."

"The fact that you all were able to gather here can be said to be my doing."

"As for my purpose, I hope you can defeat Shrek at the Eastsea Grand Competition three years from now."

At these words, Xu Xiaoyan, Dai Yun'er, and Long Yue looked somewhat shocked.

Tang Wulin and Na'er were confused.

Gu Yue, Yuan'en Yehui, and Xie Xie, however, remained calm.

"I hope that within these three years, you can grow strong quickly and not let my painstaking efforts go to waste."

After saying this, Xie An nodded toward Wu Zhangkong and spoke.

"I will be sending the invitations to Shrek in two days; you must teach this group of children well."

With that, Xie An's figure vanished.

Seeing Xie An leave, Wu Zhangkong spoke once more.

"You all heard what was just said, and I hope you will work hard."

"Alright, I have a general understanding of your strength now, so let's end it here for today."

Hearing this, being children at heart, the group cheered and scattered in different directions.

After separating, Xu Xiaoyan found Gu Yue: "Sister Gu Yue, why weren't you surprised when you heard about defeating Shrek just now?"

Gu Yue only said with some surprise: "Before coming here, did your family not tell you about the intentions of the War God Temple Master?"

"Ah, did they?"

Xu Xiaoyan scratched her head in confusion and wanted to ask further, but she found that Gu Yue had already walked away quickly.

At night, in Gu Yue's room.

Moonlight shone into the room, casting two shadows.

"Lord, that Xie An is very strong; I feel he has even surpassed me."

"This afternoon, it is possible he sensed my presence, but for some reason, he did not make a move."

A man hidden in the shadows said in a low voice.

A strand of golden hair on his forehead was particularly striking.

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue did not speak, only nodding.

"How about I join forces with Lord Bear and the others to take out that War God Temple Master?"

A look of ruthlessness appeared in the man's eyes.

Gu Yue frowned slightly at these words, and after a moment of contemplation, she spoke.

"Forget it. I can feel that this human powerhouse currently holds no malice toward me."

"Furthermore, our plan is known only to you and me; even under my influence, the world itself cannot calculate it. That human has even less reason to know."

"The aura of the Spirit Beast on me has been completely sealed; he has no reason to attack me."

"My strength has not yet fully recovered, and the progress of infiltrating the Spirit Pagoda is still minimal."

"What's more."

Gu Yue hesitated, her eyes filled with a trace of doubt.

"With his level of strength, logically speaking, the Douluo Plane should not allow his existence."

"Even if you all attacked together, there is a high probability you would not be able to truly kill him."

"Instead, it would provoke the War God Temple into hostility toward Spirit Beasts."

"Most importantly, I still haven't figured out what is going on with Tang Wulin."

Speaking of this, the look of doubt in Gu Yue's eyes deepened.

Receiving the order, the man's figure gradually faded away.

In Wu Zhangkong's room.

Wu Zhangkong looked at Xie Xie, who was kneeling on the ground, and asked with some confusion: "What are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xie said very sincerely: "I hope you will take me as your disciple, Teacher."

"Why?"

"Because, because I want to become stronger; I am too weak."

"In today's team match, I was the most useless one."

Hearing these words, Wu Zhangkong was momentarily dazed, and finally, he said: "I can agree to your request, but only as a registered disciple."

"Whether you can master my teachings will depend on your performance."

Xie Xie was overjoyed upon hearing this.

"Greetings, Teacher!"