The evening breeze swept the fallen leaves through Shrek's courtyard with a rustling sound. The cool night wind passed through the railings, stirring Lin Chen's robes on the terrace.
The entire academy appeared calm, but hidden currents surged beneath the surface.
News of Tang Hao fleeing with grave injuries and Tang San's complete descent into darkness spread through Heaven Dou City like a plague.
In every street and alley, soul masters discussed this upheaval that had shaken the continent.
Some lamented Clear Sky Douluo's tragic defense of his son. Some feared the terrifying murderous aura Tang San had awakened. Others dreaded Spirit Hall's thunderous methods.
Everyone believed that the landscape of Douluo Continent was about to be completely rewritten because of that father and son.
Lin Chen alone found it laughable.
While the world was drunk, he alone remained sober.
What comeback against all odds? What emergence of the Dark Asura? From beginning to end, it had merely been a one-man show orchestrated by the Asura God.
And the final judge of this performance had never been the lofty deities of the God Realm, nor Tang San, trapped in his obsession. It was Lin Chen himself, who held Level Ten Eternal Suppression in his hand and stood at the peak of the mortal world.
"Ah Chen."
A soft, tender voice rose from behind him, dispelling the slight chill of the night.
Xiao Wu leaped lightly onto the stargazing terrace. Her nimble figure landed without a sound, devoid of any soul beast's savagery, leaving only tenderness in her eyes and heart.
She quickly walked to Lin Chen's side and naturally wrapped her arm around his. Her warm body leaned gently against him, her dark hair brushing over his sleeve in the breeze, every gesture carrying the intimacy of someone deeply in