Xiao Wu's Identity Exposed, Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast!

"Children."

"Stand up."

"All of you, stand up and follow your teacher outside."

Dai Mubai gritted his teeth and opened his eyes.

He used his bandaged arms to brace against the wall, swaying as he pulled himself to his feet.

Ma Hongjun also gritted his teeth, crawling up from the floor and brushing the dust off his body.

His movements were slow, and every motion appeared to be a struggle.

Zhu Zhuqing wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and stood up from the small chair.

Her gaze returned to its usual coldness, but her tightly pressed lips betrayed the turmoil within her heart.

Xiao Wu swayed as she stood up, shuffling over to Tang San's side.

She reached out with a trembling hand and gently tugged at the corner of Tang San's robe.

Oscar and Ning Rongrong supported each other, barely managing to stand.

Tang San was the last to rise.

His eyes remained somewhat hollow, but a fire of unwillingness burned and danced wildly in the depths of his pupils.

The seven members of Shrek, led by Flender and Yu Xiaogang, stepped out of the lounge.

The corridor was long.

The wall lamps overhead emitted a bright white light, casting their shadows long and thin.

Yet, these once high-spirited and arrogant young geniuses now looked like frost-bitten eggplants, devoid of all vitality.

On the awards podium in the center of the venue.

The members of the Martial Soul Hall Team were already standing in a row.

Bibi Dong stood at the very front of the team, holding the trophy that symbolized the highest honor.

It was a trophy crafted from pure gold.

Engraved upon it was a lifelike relief of a Six-Winged Angel, radiating a dazzling, eye-catching light under the sun.

She walked up to Xie Yue and handed the trophy over.

Xie Yue used his uninjured left hand to take the trophy with some difficulty.

He took a deep breath and, using all the strength in his body, raised the trophy high above his head.

"Martial Soul Hall!"

"Martial Soul Hall!"

The soul masters in the stands erupted into thunderous cheers.

However.

Everyone's gaze actually bypassed Xie Yue, who held the trophy, and landed on Gu Sheng, who stood at the very back of the line.

Everyone knew clearly that it was this young man who had truly brought this victory to Martial Soul Hall.

Gu Sheng stood there, his expression as indifferent as ever.

He looked at the noisy stands, his eyes cold and clear, devoid of any pride or complacency.

Bibi Dong slowly walked past Xie Yue and stopped in front of Gu Sheng.

She paused, her beautiful eyes revealing undisguised approval.

She slowly extended her right hand.

It was a hand that had been impeccably cared for, with slender, jade-white fingers.

Under the sunlight, one could even see the pale blue veins beneath the skin.

"Young man."

"Martial Soul Hall is proud of you."

Bibi Dong looked at him, her red lips parting slightly, her voice carried by soul power to every corner of the venue.

Gu Sheng looked at the hand before him—soft and boneless, yet holding the greatest power in the world.

He extended his right hand and gently took hers.

Bibi Dong's hand was cool, yet soft.

"Many thanks, Your Holiness."

Gu Sheng responded indifferently, his tone lacking the fearful trembling typical of a soul master addressing the Pope, possessing only a sense of composure.

The entire venue erupted into thunderous applause once more.

Xue Qinghe sat in the royal seating area, watching the two shake hands on the stage, her own hands clapping lightly.

Her gaze remained fixed on Gu Sheng's handsome profile, the smile in her eyes growing increasingly profound.

Tang San stood below the stage.

At this moment, he was staring fixedly at the figure on the stage who held everyone's attention.

That youth, standing amidst the ruins and revered by ten thousand, had trampled all of his dignity and pride beneath his feet.

"Gu Sheng..."

Yet, beside him, Xiao Wu's body was trembling even more violently than his own.

Although the light spirit power left in the air from when Gu Sheng had unleashed Holy Spectrum Puni had grown thin, to Xiao Wu, it was no different from the most terrifying torture.

It was a light of extreme purity, capable of cleansing all anomalies and filth in the world.

Xiao Wu curled her body up as much as she could, her once rosy little face now pale and devoid of any color.

"Brother..."

Xiao Wu murmured in an extremely low voice; her heart hammered violently within her chest, each beat bringing a wave of dizziness that left her gasping for air.

The extreme exhaustion of her spirit power, coupled with the intense mental shock, caused the aura hidden within her body to begin to spiral out of control.

The immortal herb she kept hidden against her skin—Lovesick Heartbreak Red—trembled slightly as it sensed the residual holy light energy in the surroundings.

It was in that fleeting moment of vibration.

A faint, yet incomparably pure aura of the Source of the Forest quietly drifted out from Xiao Wu's collar.

This aura was incredibly weak.

Even Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, standing right beside her, did not notice a thing.

But at this moment, how could the senses of the several Title Douluo standing on the high platform be anything but sharp?

The eyes of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, painted with heavy eyeshadow, suddenly widened in that instant.

As a Control-type Title Douluo most sensitive to the auras of plant-based and living beings, he turned his head almost immediately, locking onto the direction where Xiao Wu stood.

He twitched his nose, and his eyes, which had been somewhat effeminate, instantly erupted with fanaticism and greed.

"This scent..."

Yue Guan exclaimed in his heart.

That was absolutely not the spirit power aura of an ordinary spirit master; it was a vast life force of the purest kind, devoid of any human impurities.

Gui Mei, standing to the side, also noticed Yue Guan's abnormality.

His shadow-like body swayed slightly as he silently moved to Bibi Dong's side.

"Your Excellency, there is something strange over at Shrek."

Gui Mei spoke in a low voice.

After hearing Gui Mei's report, Bibi Dong, who had been preparing to turn and leave, slowly came to a halt.

Her long, straight legs in black silk stockings were exceptionally dazzling under the sunlight, yet at this moment, her temperament underwent a heaven-shaking transformation in an instant.

The once gentle and noble Pope now wore an expression of extreme coldness and majesty upon her breathtakingly beautiful face.

She turned around slowly.

Her deep, beautiful eyes swept over the members of Shrek Academy below from her position of superiority.

Finally, her gaze landed squarely, like two great mountains, pressing down upon Xiao Wu's shoulders.

The Nine-Headed Serpent Emperor Scepter in her hand tapped lightly against the ground before her.

"Thud—"

A low yet highly penetrating boom echoed throughout the venue.

Wrapped in spirit power, this heavy strike was like a thunderclap on flat ground, causing the eardrums of everyone present to buzz.

The venue, which had been incredibly noisy due to the victory of the Martial Soul Hall Team, instantly fell into an eerie silence at this loud sound.

"Wait a moment."

Bibi Dong's clear yet supremely majestic voice, carried by the resonance of her spirit power, reached the ears of everyone present with perfect clarity.

The members of Shrek, who were preparing to follow Flender and Yu Xiaogang away, stiffened instantly.

Flender hurriedly stopped his steps and turned around.

Although his heart was filled with the dejection of defeat, he still had to brace himself and bow toward the Pope on the high platform.

"Your Excellency the Pope, may I ask what other instructions you have?"