I Command You to Pound Your Demon Pill a Hundred Times!

"Move!"

In an instant, five black-clad, masked figures burst out of the ground and made straight for the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone beside the blonde girl onstage...

"We're under attack... protect the Soul Bone, quickly!"

The blonde girl sensed something was wrong and immediately activated the Soul Guidance Shield, trying to keep them out.

However, one of them merely threw a punch, and the Soul Guidance Shield instantly shattered into pieces.

"This is bad... they're Titled Douluo, and there's more than one!"

Several equally powerful auras erupted inside the auction house. The Starlight Auction House's own powerful guards had finally made their move.

"You're asking for death! How dare you attack the Starlight Auction House!"

A furious shout rang out as one of the Starlight Auction House's Titled Douluo finally stepped in. Nine optimally configured Soul Rings appeared beneath him.

"You go take the Soul Bone. I'll deal with this Level 91 weakling."

The masked man at the head of the group gave a cold snort and threw a punch at the Titled Douluo.

"Holy crap, a Super Douluo!"

The cry had barely left his lips when the Starlight Auction House's Titled Douluo was sent flying by the punch. He slammed hard into the wall and never got back up...

"When did my punch get this powerful?" The masked man glanced at his fist in puzzlement.

Another masked man spoke up at that moment. "Sect Master, we've got the Soul Bone. We can leave."

"Hm?"

A dangerous glint appeared in the masked man's eyes.

"Uh... boss, we've got the Soul Bone. We can leave..." The masked man seemed to remember something and hurriedly corrected himself.

"Retreat!"

The five figures swiftly leaped into the tunnel and disappeared.

The whole thing had happened so quickly that some people hadn't even realized what was going on before the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was gone.

After they left, the Starlight Auction House's Titled Douluo slowly stood up.

Damn, that was close!

Good thing I know how to play dead...

Feng Yan had noticed long ago that just now, a certain Chicken Leg Douluo had seemed to chase after them as well.

One greedy soul after another... People really were never satisfied.

No!

He couldn't control what other people did, but Xuan Zi was from Shrek...

And he'd even offended him!!!

As Shrek's founding ancestor, how could Feng Yan just watch Xuan Zi descend into evil?

In that instant, it was as if he could hear Shrek's former deans, buried six feet under, begging him to teach that old rascal Xuan Zi how to behave.

With that thought, Feng Yan headed toward the exit.

No one paid him any attention. Most were still reeling from the five mysterious Titled Douluo who had brazenly seized the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Except for those few black guys staring daggers at him over there...

Feng Yan didn't even glance at them. He walked away at an unhurried pace.

Seeing this, the black guys immediately exchanged glances.

The Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone had been the target of their group and most of the other factions, but now someone else had snatched it.

Still, they couldn't leave empty-handed. Hadn't this kid bought a piece of Moon Cold Jade?

Well... they'd let him keep those ten thousand Gold Soul Coins. They'd just take the Moon Cold Jade.

With that decided, they immediately chased after him.

They had taken only two steps when the pants they were wearing suddenly caught fire.

It wasn't ordinary fire. The thick flames clung to their skin like liquid and wouldn't go out no matter how hard they slapped at them.

They looked down and saw that their pants had already burned away completely, exposing a third leg—black, long, and thin. The thick curls on it were badly singed, and the air around them filled with a charred stench.

"Aah!!!"

"How did we catch fire?!"

They all screamed and rolled around on the ground, trying to put out the flames on their bodies, but the fire only burned more fiercely.

Before long, the flames finally went out on their own.

The black guys struggled to their feet, supporting one another, and looked down at their lower bodies.

Only then did they see that the third leg, which had been long, thin, and black, was now burned beyond recognition and giving off a charred fragrance.

They stared at one another, their faces filled with despair.

Their lives were ruined...

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, your true owner is here!"

Xuan Zi had already activated his Martial Soul and was chasing after the five men in black.

He had originally planned to follow Mu En's wishes and bid for the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, but now he had a chance to get it for free. Naturally, he wouldn't let it pass.

He knew perfectly well that the leader of the five was a Super Douluo, but he wasn't afraid.

After all, there were differences even between Super Douluo. He, Xuan Zi, was a dignified Level 98 Super Douluo.

As for everything else? Was any of it more important than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

Once he had the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, he could go after the rest.

Outside the city, the moonlight flowed like water.

Xuan Zi was just about to catch up with Du Busi and his group when he suddenly felt a familiar yet powerful aura of light behind him.

"Xuan Zi, that's enough..."

An old voice rang out. An elderly man with grizzled hair and a face full of wrinkles hovered in the air, looking as though he were on the verge of death.

Xuan Zi was stunned. "Elder Mu... why are you here... and... how did your back get better?"

He stared at Mu En's back. It was ramrod straight, nothing like the stooped old man in his memories who leaned on a cane and sat in a wheelchair.

But Xuan Zi had no suspicions. The aura was a perfect match, including the sacred light of the Golden Ancient Tree. Even the pressure of a Limit Douluo was exactly the same.

The old man didn't answer Xuan Zi. Instead, he asked on his own, "Were you planning to take the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that other people risked their lives to snatch?"

"Elder Mu... I was only going to help..." Xuan Zi made an excuse.

Mu En had always been upright and honorable. If he found out what Xuan Zi had really been thinking, Xuan Zi would probably be punished again.

So even though Xuan Zi didn't believe his own excuse, he still said it.

"Enough, Xuan Zi!"

Mu En's voice was edged with anger. "Let me teach you a good lesson!"

Mu En raised his hand, and a ball of white-gold Soul Power lit up in his palm.

Xuan Zi instinctively took a step back. The pressure Mu En exerted was on par with his prime...

Who on the entire continent could beat Mu En at his full strength?

Xuan Zi certainly couldn't, and he didn't dare try.

"Elder Mu! I was wrong! I shouldn't have forgotten what you told me to do." Xuan Zi dropped to his knees with a thud.

"I shouldn't have chased after them, or tried to snatch it, or brought shame on Shrek. I was wrong. I really was."

Feng Yan, disguised as Mu En, was momentarily taken aback.

Xuan Zi was actually admitting fault so readily. He'd gone straight to his knees?

Feng Yan hadn't even made a move yet. Was Mu En's name really so intimidating?

Could it be because he'd used the Sea God's Light inside the Sea God Trident to simulate Mu En's aura, making it nearly identical to the Golden Ancient Tree's?

Regardless, Xuan Zi would never escape his grasp...

You've offended Shrek's founding ancestor and still think you can walk away?

You deserve a punishment!!!

"This time, I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

"Xuan Zi! In my capacity as the Sea God Pavilion Master, I order you to strike your own Demon Pill a hundred times."

"Remember! Every strike must use your Level 98 Soul Power!"

"Otherwise... I'll show you the might of a Level 99 Limit Douluo!"