Old Friends Meet, Light and Dark Twin Holy Dragons, Mu En and Long Xiaoyao

The three Evil Soul Masters looked up at Mu En in mid-air, their pupils shrinking violently.

Two yellow, one purple, three black, three red.

He was a nine-ringed Title Douluo, and his spirit ring configuration far exceeded the norm.

Before they could even think, the layers of halos behind that aged figure made their scalps tingle.

"He is... the Bright Sacred Dragon... Mu En!" The voice of the thin, black-robed man trembled.

This name was no secret within the Holy Spirit Cult.

That honorary elder, Long Xiaoyao, the Dark Sacred Dragon who was once as famous as Mu En, would occasionally mention this old rival.

His tone when mentioning him was complex—filled with hatred, respect, and something indescribable.

But regardless, Mu En's strength was beyond doubt.

A level 99 Limit Douluo, one of the three remaining peaks of the current era; he was not someone a few Spirit Sages could provoke.

Run.

The three made the decision in the same instant, their spirit rings flashing wildly as dark red Evil Soul Master energy erupted, and they bolted in three different directions.

One went east, one west, one north, determined to scatter and flee—hoping that at least one might survive.

But they had not even charged ten zhang before they slammed into an invisible wall.

The air had become like solidified cement, trapping them firmly inside; no matter how they struggled or bombarded it, the wall remained unmoved.

Mu En stood where he was, not even raising a hand.

From the moment he landed, he had already sealed this area with the power of light.

Let alone a few Spirit Sages, even if a Title Douluo came, they wouldn't be able to break this blockade for a while.

The three fell into despair.

They looked like turtles in a jar.

Cowering in that shrinking space, they no longer possessed the greedy, arrogant demeanor they had shown while consuming the blood of spirit beasts.

Mu En raised his hand, golden light condensing in his palm until it became a blade of light no larger than a palm.

He flicked it casually, and the light blade left his hand, splitting from one into three, three into nine, nine into twenty-seven... raining down upon the three black-robed men like a deluge.

Every blade of light precisely locked onto the vital points of the three, their angles devious, sealing off all paths of retreat.

The three turned ashen, unable to even conceive of dodging, left only to wait for death.

Just as the blades were about to strike, a pitch-black radiance descended from the sky, colliding precisely with the golden rain of light.

BOOM!

The two forces collided, erupting with a deafening blast.

Shockwaves surged, uprooting the surrounding trees and blasting a deep crater several zhang wide into the ground.

Mu En's light blades were shattered by the black light, dissipating into the air as a sky full of golden specks.

The three Evil Soul Masters were sent flying by the shockwave, rolling several times on the ground; they were covered in wounds, but their lives were spared.

A bold voice echoed from afar, full of vigor, carrying a hint of mockery, a hint of sentiment, and a hint of that same indescribable, complex emotion.

"Mu En, I truly did not expect to meet you here."

Hearing the voice that was so incredibly familiar, Mu En's pupils contracted slightly.

Mu Tianyi's gaze also turned toward him with curiosity.

A black figure streaked across the sky, moving at extreme speed.

One second he was miles away, the next he had landed steadily in the center of the clearing.

The newcomer was an old man, dressed in black with black hair, his face resolute, his build burly, and his body wreathed in faint wisps of black energy.

He didn't even glance at the three shivering Evil Soul Masters on the ground, his gaze fixed directly on Mu En.

The Dark Sacred Dragon—Long Xiaoyao.

Mu Tianyi looked at the black-clad figure, instantly guessing his name.

In the original work, this man was a Limit Douluo as famous as Mu En.

Mu Tianyi also knew that there was an indescribable entanglement of grievances between him and Mu En.

Of course, the most critical cause of this was that bitch Ye Xishui.

Reading the text and seeing it with one's own eyes were two different things.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao stood only dozens of steps away, and the oppressive force radiating from him was no less than what Mu Tianyi had felt when he first saw Di Tian.

Mu En lowered his hand, looking at Long Xiaoyao, his expression unchanged: "Long Xiaoyao, you old bastard, you're actually still alive?!"

"What? Are you choosing to become my enemy to protect those few Evil Soul Masters?"

Long Xiaoyao looked down at the three wretched Evil Soul Masters on the ground, his brows furrowing slightly.

But soon, his expression relaxed, and he raised his head to meet Mu En's gaze, his tone indifferent:

"They aren't my people, but I promised to protect them." He paused. "Do me a favor and spare their lives this time."

Mu En did not speak, simply watching him.

Long Xiaoyao was in no rush, standing his ground.

Though dozens of paces separated the two, the air felt as if it had solidified.

Mu Tianyi stood behind Mu En, feeling two vastly different yet equally terrifying auras colliding in silence.

Light and darkness, two forces clashed in mid-air.

Mu En and Long Xiaoyao probed one another, yet neither truly erupted.

The three Evil Soul Masters on the ground were too terrified to even breathe, wishing they could bury themselves into the earth.

Long Xiaoyao shifted his gaze from Mu En, sweeping a glance toward Mu Tianyi nearby.

The young man's bearing was identical to Mu En in his youth, as if cast from the same mold.

Having lived for so many years, he had seen Mu En when he was young and could not be mistaken.

At this thought, a complex wave of emotion stirred within him.

He saw through Mu Tianyi's cultivation at a glance; at only around twelve years old, he was already a five-ring Spirit King.

Such a cultivation speed was unheard of even in their own era.

Once this child matured, he would likely be even more terrifying than Mu En had been.

Mu En could be considered to have a worthy successor.

Mu En stopped in his tracks, tilted his head to look at Long Xiaoyao, and his tone turned cold: "It hasn't been that long, have you forgotten that I come from Shrek?"

"Scum like these deserve to die!"

Long Xiaoyao met his gaze, the smile on his face fading slightly as his voice deepened: "I will make myself clear as well: I am going to protect those three."

The two stared at each other, neither showing any intention of backing down.

The air grew taut once more, like a string pulled to its limit, ready to snap at any moment.

In the next instant, both figures shot upward simultaneously, one gold and one black, soaring straight into the clouds.

The two stopped in mid-air, separated by dozens of meters, facing each other from afar.

Behind Mu En, the phantom of the Bright Sacred Dragon took shape, pale gold in its entirety, with blinding flames burning in its dragon eyes.

Behind Long Xiaoyao, the phantom of the Dark Sacred Dragon emerged simultaneously, black as ink, as if it would swallow all surrounding light.

Both sacred dragon phantoms roared at the sky, the dragon cries shaking the mountains.

The next moment, the gold and black figures shot out at the same time, colliding in mid-air.

There were no flashy moves, no feints.

Fist against fist, palm against palm, every strike was solid, shaking the heavens and shattering the earth as golden light and black radiance scattered in every direction.