Sunset Forest's night was as heavy as an upside-down coffin.
There are no stars in the sky, only thick darkness pressing on the ridge. Occasionally, the wind blows through the dead leaves, making a sound like bones rubbing against each other.
In mid-air near the cave, an emerald-colored door cracked silently.
The halo only flashed for a moment, then quickly closed in, spitting two figures into the dead forest.
A streak of silvery white is like the moon, rising straight into the sky; a streak of green color is like smoke, fluttering like a fairy.
The emerald green figure quietly disappeared into the shadows on the side of the cave. The long emerald hair was gently raised in the night wind, and then fell gently. The dragon's tail was gathered together, holding its breath, and the whole figure was like a vine integrated with the rock.
The silver figure released his aura without hesitation.
A silvery-white halo spread from 'her' body, like a veil made of moonlight, which was particularly eye-catching in the dark forest.
She didn't deliberately suppress it, nor was she overly showy - all she wanted was to let the "rats" in the hole know that someone was coming.
Inside the cave.
The breath penetrated the rock wall, like ice water poured on the back of each Evil Soul Master's neck. The candlelight swayed violently on the wall, and the Soul Saints with weaker cultivation trembled and subconsciously squatted on the ground.
A Titled Douluo raised his head suddenly, and his face instantly turned three points white.
"This aura... I can't admit it! It's so oppressive! It's definitely the senior who was cultivating at Yanhuang Lingyun - he seems to call himself something...'Gu Yuena'!"
"Gu Yuena?"
Another Titled Douluo repeated in a low voice with a trembling voice, "Senior Blood, it is said that even Master Holy Son was afraid after hearing this name, so he postponed several 'Saint Girl Projects'. Otherwise, according to the original arrangement, you would not have to stay here with us."
The man in black robes known as "Senior Blood" stood deep in the cave, his face under the hood blurry. He snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain:
"Nightmare, Abomination, you elders are really getting more and more timid. How can a female prostitute scare you like this?"
Abomination Douluo gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, you must not underestimate the enemy. We are not timid, but that woman actually has some strength. You don't know something - her Soul Ring are all red. There are nine Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, which is unheard of!"
Nightmare Douluo also nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, Sir. She is probably a Limit Douluo, and she has a close relationship with Shrek. Last time she said, 'Shrek's person, she is guaranteed to be safe'. Now that Sunset Forest suddenly appears, I'm afraid..."
"Are you here to save that little girl?"
The man in black robe interrupted him and raised his hand to point to the cylindrical container.
"Okay."
He pulled back his hand, with an impatient tone in his voice, "Look at your worthless looks. People are already coming to your door, so why not go and greet them?"
He straightened his robes and walked toward the entrance of the cave. His pace was neither hasty nor slow, but everyone present felt an invisible oppression.
"I would like to see if she is really as scary as the rumors say."
When he reached the entrance of the cave, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, glanced at everyone present, and finally landed on the two Titled Douluo, and his voice suddenly became a bit colder:
"Guard this place. You should know the weight of this plan - if there is an accident, even I can't afford it."
Abomination and Nightmare bowed at the same time, their voices very low. "Follow me, senior. I will not let you down."
Outside the cave.
The silver-white figure hung in the air, her long skirt gently fluttering in the night wind. The moonlight fell on her long silver-white hair, glowing with a faint fluorescence. Looking from a distance, she looked like a god who had descended from ancient times.
Suddenly, the ground cracked open and two blood-red rays of light shot out from the ground, one to the left and one to the right. The speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye, and it went straight to her face.
She made a graceful spin in the air, her clothes fluttering, and the two bloody lights brushed past her hair and disappeared into the darkness in the distance, exploding into two blood-red haloes.
The silver-haired woman steadied her body, looked towards the direction of the attack, and said in a voice as cold as the moon:
"You Holy Spirit Cult people can only do sneak attacks?"
The man in black robe slowly walked out of the shadows.
He didn't walk fast, but every step he took followed an invisible rhythm, blending into the darkness of the entire forest. The face under the hood was blurry, and only a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth was vaguely visible in the darkness.
"Who do I think I am?"
He bowed slightly and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "It turns out to be the famous 'Silver Dragon King'--Your Excellency Gu Yuena. I'm so polite."
"It seems that I am very famous."
The silver-haired woman chuckled.
"You can meet 'admirers' in such a remote forest."
The man in black robe also laughed.
" Your Excellency Silver Dragon King's reputation is unknown to everyone and known to everyone."
He paused, then changed the topic slightly, "I wonder what you are doing with your visit this time? If you are just passing by, I don't dare to disturb you. If..."
"What?"
The silver-haired woman interrupted him, "Where do I want to go? Do I still need to report to you?"
"Juniors don't dare."
The man in black robe's expression remained unchanged, and his smile even deepened a bit, "It's just that this Sunset Forest has always been deserted, and there are only a few treasures of nature and earth that are quite impressive. Could it be..."
His eyes moved slightly, "Your Excellency, are you here for that 'Heaven and Earth Spiritual Spring'?"
The corners of the silver-haired woman's lips raised slightly.
"I do have some knowledge and know that treasure land. In that case--"
She looked down at him condescendingly, her purple eyes reflecting the cold moonlight, "Do you really have no idea what I am here to do?"
The man in black robe's eyes darkened slightly for a moment.
He lowered his head, as if he was savoring every word in this sentence. When he spoke again, his tone was still respectful, but with a hint of provocation. "I see. Is it for... the 'goods' in the cave?"
Without waiting for the silver-haired woman to answer, he shook his head and continued, "This junior doesn't quite understand - as the co-owner of Soul Beast, you are supposed to be the enemy of mankind, so why do you protect mankind again and again? You have already taken action in the Fire Phoenix Saintess incident, and you have also gone with the human force Yanhuang Lingyun. Now..."
He raised his eyes and met those purple eyes.
"If you can give me a reasonable explanation, I might be able to facilitate this."
"What kind of cave goods? What Fire Phoenix Saintess?"
The silver-haired woman frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience in her tone, "Are you muttering these things in front of me to delay time, or to find out something?"
The man in black robe was a little surprised. He thought that the other party would follow his words and admit that she was here to save that girl Shrek, but her reaction... was indeed beyond his expectation.
Silver light condensed in the silver-haired woman's hand, and a slender dragon spear slowly took shape, with a silver star on the tip of the spear flickering.
"You actually know that I am the co-owner of Soul Beast. It seems that your Holy Son has told you a lot. But-"
The dragon spear was raised, and the tip of the spear was pointed at the black-robed man's brow, "I'm not interested in answering the ants' questions."
Her eyes became sharp, as if she wanted to see through the face under the hood.
"I don't know who you are yet. Please tell me your name."
The man in black robe seemed to have anticipated her reaction and was not anxious or annoyed:
"I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet."
He slowly raised his hand and lifted his hood back.
The moonlight fell on his face - he was a middle-aged man who looked to be about thirty or forty years old. He had a thin face, high cheekbones, and a pair of narrow eyes that were dark red - like coagulated blood clots. His hair was gray and combed meticulously, and he had a short beard on his chin, which was trimmed extremely neatly.
If it weren't for the cold and uncomfortable Soul Power fluctuations all over his body, just looking at this skin, he would have a somewhat elegant temperament.
He bowed his hands and bowed, "I am Holy Spirit Cult Offering Hall Third Offering, and my name is Blood Prison. My colleagues love me and call me 'Blood Prison Douluo'. In the church, I am considered a high-ranking figure."
"Please, Your Excellency, give me some thin noodles."
The silver-haired woman looked at him for a moment, twirling the dragon spear in her hand without putting it down.
"For the sake of being so polite."
Her tone was a little more relaxed, "I will tell you reluctantly."
She tilted her head slightly, as if she was remembering something.
"You just said that I protect humans? What Fire Phoenix Saintess? Your human affairs have nothing to do with me, and I don't care about it."
Blood Prison's eyes flashed with confusion.
"Then last time..."
He couldn't help but speak, but stopped in time.
"Last time?"
The silver-haired woman raised her eyebrows, "You don't know what you did last time?"
She moved the dragon spear to her side, with a hint of casual coldness in her tone:
"Yanhuang Lingyun is more than just a holy place for you humans. They have saved many Soul Beasts, and their dean also cured me of my hidden injuries. I had a good impression of them, so I took on the position of 'Supreme Worshiper' in friendship, practicing here, and at the same time helping them check and balance my biggest enemy -"
"Shrek. Prevent Yanhuang Lingyun from being annexed by it."
Her purple eyes narrowed slightly. "You are attacking such a holy place and disturbing my spiritual practice. How can I just sit back and watch?"
Blood Prison Douluo lowered his head, as if digesting the information.
After a moment, he raised his head and put a respectful smile on his face again:
"I see... there is such a relationship. Thank you very much for clarifying my doubts."
He sighed softly, his tone full of emotion, "I have been practicing cultivation for hundreds of years, and now I know that there is a world outside the sky. Your Majesty's magnanimity makes me heartbroken."
"It's good to know."
The silver-haired woman took the dragon spear back to her side, and her tone returned to its original coldness, "If I don't kill Shrek's people, I'm giving them face, so how can I protect them in turn?"
She tilted her head, her eyes falling on the deep forest shrouded in night in the distance.
"By the way - you really don't know what I'm here to do?"
She withdrew her gaze and landed on Blood Prison's face, "Use your limited wisdom and think about it again."
Blood Prison Douluo was startled. "This junior is stupid, please make it clear."
The silver-haired woman didn't answer immediately.
She stretched out a finger and pointed at the ground beneath her feet.
"Let me ask you, where is this place?"
"Sunset Forest."
"Sunset Forest, whose territory is it?"
Blood Prison Douluo was silent for a moment.
"Of course...Soul Beast's territory."
"You know better."
The silver-haired woman retracted her hand, and her tone was so calm that it didn't sound like a threat, but more like stating a fact that did not need to be refuted:
"What's more, you know what's in Sunset Forest."
Her fingertips pointed in a certain direction deep in the forest. In that direction there was only boundless darkness and a warm breath that did not belong to this season.
"The spiritual spring of heaven and earth is innately created. That is my thing."
"You occupy my territory and you still want to touch my things - are you tired of living?"
She waved her hands as if to ward off a swarm of obstructive mosquitoes.
"While I am in a good mood, take your people and leave quickly."
After saying that, she turned around and prepared to leave.
Blood Prison Douluo stood there, watching the silver figure.
The respect on his face faded away little by little. It was not a sudden change of attitude, but like the tide receding, revealing the rugged rocks underneath.
At first glance, what the other person said seemed to make sense.
Sunset Forest is indeed Soul Beast's territory, and it contains such treasures. It is only natural that Silver Dragon King comes to drive people away.
But--
He always felt something was wrong.
This person speaks elegantly and has clear logic. There is no roughness or recklessness common in Soul Beast in his words. Instead, he looks like a well-educated human aristocrat.
So smart.
Holy Son once said that Soul Beast is not good at changing things and has a simple mind - neither Beast God Di Tian nor the co-leader of Soul Beast are known for their resourcefulness.
But every word of the person in front of me was just right, and every reason was spotless.
Like...
Try your best to prove that you are "Silver Dragon King".
But the question is, does the real Limit Douluo need to prove anything to an ant?
No need.
If she was really Silver Dragon King, she could have just slapped him over and told him to shut up and get out.
Instead of standing here and talking with him such a lot of nonsense.
Blood Prison Douluo narrowed his eyes.
Unless--
It's not that she doesn't want to do it, but...
Can't move my hands.
Sure enough, everything was right.
Blood Prison's lips slowly curved into a cold arc.
"Your Excellency, please stay."
The silver figure paused and did not look back.
"What else?"
Blood Prison Douluo took a step forward.
There was no trace of respect on his face anymore, instead, there was an almost playful look.
"I have one more question -"
His voice was unhurried, as if he was appreciating the last struggle of his prey:
"--I would like to ask your Excellency 'Silver Dragon King' for advice."
The silver-haired woman turned around, her purple eyes as calm as water. "Say."
Blood Prison Douluo stared into her eyes and said word by word:
"Your Majesty Soul Beast Co-Master, Dragon God's orthodox incarnation. With your supreme cultivation, my two attacks just now should not even be able to penetrate your body protection Soul Power..."
He paused slightly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"How can you avoid it yourself?"
The silver-haired woman's expression didn't change at all.
Blood Prison Douluo continued, his voice getting colder and colder. "People at the top never have to explain anything to ordinary people, let alone be cautious and prove themselves in every possible way."
"What a 'Silver Dragon King'. I have lived for a hundred years, and this is the first time I have seen - 'Limit Douluo' who wants to prove how strong he is with his words."
The silver-haired woman's brows finally twitched slightly, and her fingertips lightly pressed the dragon spear shaft, but the aura around her body was not disturbed at all.
Blood Prison Douluo smiled.
There was a kind of satisfaction of success in that smile, like the joy of a hunter who finally waits for his prey to reveal its flaw.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know. But I know one thing -"
He raised his hand.
A dark red light lit up from his sleeve. It was a ferocious high-end custom-made Soul Cannon. The muzzle was facing the silver figure.
Bloody runes flowed on the cannon, and the low hum of concentrated energy buzzed in the night sky.
"You are not Silver Dragon King."
His voice dropped like a hammer hitting the coffin board:
"--You are simply not qualified."
The silver-white dragon spear trembled slightly in the silver-haired woman's hand.
She didn't answer.
The coldness in the purple eyes became a little deeper.
Under the moonlight, silvery white brilliance and dark red murderous intent collided silently.
Two figures--
--No one retreated.