The Demon Owl Borrows a Sword to Devour the Blazing Phoenix · Purging the Filthy World to Sacrifice to the Dragon Court

When he saw the familiar, ironically "righteous" engravings on the hilt, Long Jinyu's movements froze abruptly!

No... this is impossible!!!

The Judgment Sword?!

The name exploded in his mind! How could this thing appear here? In the hands of an Evil Soul Master from the Holy Spirit Cult?!

The shock lasted only a heartbeat. Long Jinyu's thoughts, like loose pages caught in a gale, instantly connected all the clues—the Holy Spirit Cult, the targeted ambush, Ma Xiaotao, the Judgment Sword... the answer was glaringly obvious!

A transmigrator! There must be a transmigrator in the Holy Spirit Cult who knows the original story! They know Sister Xiaotao's future! They know the Judgment Sword is the key to detonating the darkness within her! They want to recreate, or even exacerbate, that tragedy!

A rage, far more surging and frigid than the one he felt during the battle, first caused him to choke, as if time itself had paused, before erupting from the deepest depths of his heart like volcanic magma that had been dormant for ten thousand years!

This fury was not merely because they targeted Ma Xiaotao, but stemmed from an indescribable, profound disappointment and extreme contempt for the depravity of his own kind!

He leaned down, his five fingers clamping onto the hilt of the Judgment Sword like iron pincers. His fingertips turned pale from the immense pressure... his knuckles emitted a faint creaking sound.

Abetting evil... a person who has experienced the information age and received basic education can actually commit such subhuman acts?!

"Cra... ck..."

Long Jinyu did not roar, did not bellow, and made no obvious movements. Yet, with him as the center, the temperature of the entire alley plummeted to freezing! The moisture in the air instantly condensed into fine ice crystals, falling in a rustling shower.

A trace of Dragon God's might, far purer, more tyrannical, and filled with a destructive will than anything he had displayed in the battle, leaked out uncontrollably!

This sliver of pressure seemed to contain the ancient authority of the Dragon God, who looked down upon all living beings and held the power of life and death; its "quality" far exceeded the scope of mere soul power pressure.

It felt as if the surrounding air had solidified! The bluestone slabs on the ground emitted faint, cracking sounds under the unbearable weight!

Xuan Zi, who had been gnawing on a chicken leg, froze mid-motion. A sharp light erupted from his cloudy old eyes as he stared fixedly at Long Jinyu's back, his heart jolting: Such a thing? This kid... the killing intent in that split second, even this old man...

What he felt was not a surge of soul power, but something... closer to the fundamental laws, a cold, bone-chilling, absolute rage!

Ma Xiaotao, being the closest, felt it most intensely. That terrifying pressure caused the Phoenix Flame within her to lie dormant. She had never seen Long Jinyu lose his composure like this, and the chill radiating from his back made her heart tighten.

"Kid!"

Ignoring her own discomfort, she instinctively took a step forward, her cold hand gripping Long Jinyu's arm tightly, her voice laced with worry and urgency.

The cool sensation on his arm and that call were like a clear spring pouring into Long Jinyu's consciousness, which had been nearly incinerated by rage.

He snapped back to reality, realizing he had nearly lost control, and the tyrannical dragon might and bone-chilling cold quickly receded.

He took a deep breath and turned to look at Ma Xiaotao, meeting her phoenix eyes filled with concern.

The storm of destruction in his eyes quickly subsided. He reached out to gently hold her cool hand, conveying comfort with the warmth of his palm:

"I'm fine, Senior Sister."

His voice had returned to calm, but deep within his heterochromatic eyes, a frost that would never melt had settled.

At the same time, he communicated rapidly with the system in his Spiritual Sea: System, immediately sense the soul power mark I left on that gold card and confirm Tang Ya's location and vital status!

[Command confirmed. Scanning... Target "Tang Ya" is located in the teaching area of the Shrek Academy outer courtyard. Vital signs are stable, mental fluctuations are steady, no abnormal status. Comprehensive judgment: Target is absolutely safe. Core algorithm deduction: Enemy capture priority assessment (Ma Xiaotao > Tang Ya >> Host)]

Receiving the system's feedback, Long Jinyu felt slightly relieved. It seems they want to capture Sister Xiaotao first and haven't laid a hand on Tang Ya yet. Tsk... using information asymmetry to actively destroy two girls who might have had bright futures... I'll be damned!

He turned around and held the "Judgment Sword" up in front of Xuan Zi, his voice chillingly calm:

"Elder Xuan, this object is called the 'Judgment Sword,' and it is definitely not something originally belonging to the Holy Spirit Cult. Its appearance means the enemy we are facing knows us better, is more insidious, and is more dangerous than we imagined."

"Today's events were no accident. Their goal was clear—it was Senior Sister Xiaotao. I suspect there is a 'prophet' within the Holy Spirit Cult." He deliberately emphasized the last two words. "We need to interrogate them as soon as possible to find out who is pulling the strings."

He did not say "transmigrator," but the word "prophet" was enough to trigger the highest level of vigilance in Xuan Zi.

The drunken haze on Xuan Zi's face had long been replaced by gravity. He looked at the Judgment Sword, sensing its eerie aura, and said in a deep voice: "'Prophet'... if that is true, this is a matter of great importance!" He made a decision immediately. "The two of you, return to the Sea God Pavilion with me at once! This matter must be discussed at length!"

"Elder Xuan, wait." Long Jinyu stepped forward, his tone carrying a convincing logic. "The enemy came prepared; we must be even more cautious. I suggest we split up to ensure everything is covered."

He pointed to the four unconscious Evil Soul Masters on the ground: "You take these three Soul Kings back to the academy for interrogation. The intelligence they possess is enough for the academy to raise its guard and verify my suspicions."

Then, his gaze fell on the dying Soul Emperor. "As for him, he is the core of this operation and must know the most inside information. He has been severely wounded; I will take him into custody personally and send him to the nearby Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion for emergency treatment and subsequent interrogation."

Before Xuan Zi could object, Long Jinyu provided the most critical reason: "That medical mansion has a special barrier set up by a senior, which is extremely righteous and pure. All evil auras cannot approach it voluntarily. It is safer than anywhere else, with zero risk of the witness being silenced. This is the best plan to ensure we successfully obtain a confession."

Xuan Zi's brows were locked in a frown. He was clearly dissatisfied with Long Jinyu taking the key witness away from the academy's system and was about to insist on his own way—

A sudden change occurred!

"Ugh..."

Ma Xiaotao, who had been forcing herself to stand behind Long Jinyu, swayed violently. The cheeks that had been slightly flushed from the Phoenix Flame instantly lost their color, turning deathly pale.

She let out a muffled groan, closed her eyes, and collapsed forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Senior Sister!"

Long Jinyu reacted with lightning speed, his heart trembling. Almost instinctively, he turned sideways, wrapped his arm around her, and steadily caught her warm, limp body before she hit the ground.

Feeling her abnormal body temperature and weak breathing, a mix of heartache, rage, and anxiety gripped his heart tightly.

"She was hit by that Evil Soul Master's mental power earlier, and now it's acting up!" Long Jinyu made a split-second decision, his voice filled with an undeniable urgency. "She must be treated immediately! The Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion is the closest, and they have the best healers on the continent, specializing in mental guidance. I'm taking her there now!"

"Nonsense!" Xuan Zi was shocked by the sight. He stepped forward, the pressure of a Super Douluo flowing out naturally, his tone resolute. "The Sea God Pavilion has the best treatment conditions in the world. With Elder Zhuang there, we can better ensure Xiaotao's safety! We must return to the academy!"

"The Sea God Pavilion?"

In Long Jinyu's mind, the plot from the original story flashed instantly: it was precisely in the Sea God Pavilion that Ma Xiaotao was secretly controlled by the Evil Soul Masters and Jing Hongchen!

Extreme distrust in Shrek's internal security, coupled with anxiety for Ma Xiaotao's safety, instantly ignited the last of his patience.

He no longer attempted to explain. Within those heterochromatic eyes, the dragon might he had previously suppressed surged forth once more, but this time it did not spread with tyrannical force; instead, it condensed into two cold, tangible beams of light that pierced straight into Xuan Zi's eyes!

It was a supreme majesty originating from the source of life itself, transcending all living beings! It was as if the slumbering Dragon God had slightly opened his eyes.

A single glance!

Xuan Zi, a level 98 Super Douluo, felt an unprecedented tremor deep within his soul. His entire body's soul power seemed to have been frozen, its circulation sluggish!

The step he intended to take was forcibly nailed to the ground, and his throat felt as if it were blocked by a chunk of ice, rendering him unable to utter a single word. Even the Godly Taotie Bull martial soul within him let out a fearful whimper.

Xuan Zi: "..."

Long Jinyu's voice was terrifyingly calm at this moment, yet it carried an absolute will that brooked no doubt. Every word struck the ground like an ice pick, leaving no room for negotiation:

"I. Said. Go. To. The. Medical. Mansion."

"I take full responsibility for her safety."

Leaving behind these cold words, he did not spare Xuan Zi another glance. He carefully adjusted his hold to make Ma Xiaotao more comfortable, while simultaneously using a gentle wave of soul power to scoop up the unconscious Soul Emperor on the ground.

His figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light as he sped directly toward the Yanhuang Lingyun Medical Mansion, leaving Xuan Zi standing alone, his expression shifting uncertainly as turbulent waves surged within his heart.

As he flew, a barrier formed of soul power shielded them from the gale, yet it could not block the coldness and fury in Long Jinyu's heart. He looked down at Ma Xiaotao's pale, beautiful face in his arms and pulled her closer to protect her.

Sigh... there are gaps even among transmigrators.

Long Jinyu sighed.

Some fellow countrymen leave behind a Coreflame in another world to save the dying and heal the wounded.

Yet others, in this living hell, don't think about dismantling the devil's den, but are instead eager to wallow in the mire.

Who said the birth rate is low? It seems quite high to me.

...No matter who you are, you have successfully angered me. You want to play? Then I shall accompany you to the end.

Until you, along with the Holy Spirit Cult, are... completely erased from this world!