I Order You to Strike the Demon Pill One Hundred Times!

"Move!"

In an instant, five masked black-clad figures burst from the ground, heading straight for the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone beside the blonde girl on the stage.

"Enemy attack... protect the Soul Bone!"

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

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

"Oh no... it's a Titled Douluo, and there's more than one!"

Several equally formidable auras erupted within the auction house as the Starlight Auction House's own elite guards finally made their move.

"You're courting death! How dare you lay a hand on our Starlight Auction House!"

A thunderous roar echoed as one of the Starlight Auction House's Titled Douluos finally intervened, nine perfectly configured soul rings appearing beneath him.

"You lot go get the Soul Bone; I'll deal with this level 91 trash."

The lead man in black snorted coldly and threw a punch toward the Titled Douluo.

"Holy crap, a Super Douluo!"

The exclamation had barely faded before the Starlight Auction House's Titled Douluo was sent flying by the punch, slamming heavily into the wall, never to rise again.

"Since when was my punch this powerful?" The man in black looked at his own fist, somewhat puzzled.

Another masked man spoke up at this moment: "Sect Master, the Soul Bone is secured, we can retreat."

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, a dangerous glint appeared in the man in black's eyes.

"Uh... Lao Da, the Soul Bone is secured, we can retreat..." The masked man seemed to remember something and hurriedly corrected himself.

"Retreat!"

The five figures quickly jumped into the tunnel and departed.

The entire incident happened so fast that some people hadn't even reacted before the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone was gone.

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

Damn it, that was close!

Good thing I know how to play dead...

Feng Yan had already noticed that just a moment ago, a certain Chicken Leg Douluo seemed to have chased after them as well.

One after another... truly, human greed knows no bounds...

No!

He couldn't control others, but Xuan Zi was from Shrek...

And he had provoked him!!!

As the ancestor of Shrek, how could Feng Yan just watch Xuan Zi fall into the path of evil!

In that instant, he felt as if the past deans of Shrek, from beyond the grave, were begging him to teach this old brat Xuan Zi how to behave.

With that thought, Feng Yan walked toward the exit.

No one noticed him; most were still in shock over the five mysterious Titled Douluos who had forcibly snatched the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone.

Except for those few black-skinned men staring daggers at him...

Feng Yan didn't even glance at them, walking away at a leisurely pace.

Seeing this, the black-skinned men immediately exchanged glances.

This Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone had been the target for them and most other factions, but it had already been snatched away.

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

Hmm... they wouldn't ask for the 100,000 Gold Soul Coins, but they would take that Moon Cold Jade.

Thinking of this, they immediately gave chase.

They had only taken two steps when their pants suddenly caught fire.

It wasn't ordinary fire, but thick, liquid-like flames that clung to their skin, impossible to pat out.

They looked down and realized their pants had been completely burned away, exposing their third, long, pitch-black legs, the thick curly hair on them scorched and emitting a burnt smell.

"Ah!!!"

"Why is it on fire!!!"

They all shrieked, rolling on the ground in an attempt to extinguish the flames, but the fire only burned brighter.

After a short while, the flames finally extinguished on their own.

The black-skinned men managed to help each other stand up, looking down at their lower bodies.

Only then did they realize that their third, long, thin, black leg had been burned beyond recognition, emitting a charred, savory scent.

The few of them looked at each other, their faces etched with despair.

This life of theirs was as good as ruined...

"Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, your true master has arrived!"

Xuan Zi's martial soul was already manifested as he gave chase to the five men in black.

He had originally intended to follow Mu En's wishes and bid for this Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, but now that an opportunity for a free grab had presented itself, he naturally wouldn't let it slip by.

He was well aware that the leader of those five was a Super Douluo, but he felt no fear.

One had to understand that there were gaps even among Super Douluos, and he, Xuan Zi, was a dignified level 98 Super Douluo.

As for other matters? Were they more important than a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone?

Once he snatched the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone, it wouldn't be too late to deal with the rest.

Outside the city, the moonlight was like water.

Just as Xuan Zi was about to catch up to Du Busi and his group, he suddenly felt a familiar and powerful aura of light coming from behind him.

"Xuan Zi, that is enough..."

An aged voice rang out, and an old man with white hair and a beard, his face full of wrinkles and looking somewhat frail, hovered in the air.

Xuan Zi was shocked at the sight: "Mu En... how could you appear here... and... how did your old back get better?"

He stared at Mu En's waist, which was held very straight, completely different from the old man in his memory who hunched over, leaned on a cane, and sat in a wheelchair.

However, Xuan Zi did not doubt him, because the aura matched perfectly, including the sacred light of the Golden Ancient Tree, and even the pressure of a Limit Douluo was identical.

The old man did not answer Xuan Zi, asking instead: "Are you planning to seize the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone that others worked so hard to snatch?"

"Mu En... I was only trying to help..." Xuan Zi argued.

Mu En had always been upright and honorable; if he were to find out what was truly in his heart, he would likely be punished again.

So, even though Xuan Zi himself didn't believe this excuse, he said it anyway.

"Enough, Xuan Zi!"

Mu En's voice carried anger: "Let this old man teach you a proper 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 momentum Mu En brought before him was comparable to his prime...

In the entire continent, who else could defeat Mu En in his prime?

He certainly couldn't beat him, and he didn't dare to try.

"Mu En! I was wrong! I shouldn't have forgotten the task you entrusted to me." Xuan Zi fell to his knees with a thud.

"I shouldn't have chased them, shouldn't have tried to snatch it, and shouldn't have brought shame to Shrek. I was wrong, I was truly wrong."

Feng Yan, who was disguised as Mu En, was stunned for a moment.

This Xuan Zi's attitude toward admitting his mistake was actually this good; he just knelt down?

He hadn't even made a move yet; was Mu En's reputation really that great?

Could it be because he had used the Sea God's Light within the Sea God Trident to simulate the aura, making it nearly indistinguishable from the Golden Ancient Tree?

But regardless, Xuan Zi would absolutely not escape from his palm...

Having offended the ancestor of Shrek, did he think he could just walk away?

He deserved to be punished!!!

"This time, I will make sure you learn a harsh lesson!"

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

"Remember! Each strike must use your full level 98 soul power!"

"Otherwise... I will let you know... the true power of a level 99 Limit Douluo!"