Silver Dragon Shocks Evil Spirits, Nine Rings Deter Sacred Spirits

Outside the barrier, the thunderous roar of soul skills colliding and the screeching of evil energy were incessant.

Long Jinyu activated Thought Acceleration without a moment's hesitation. Everything in the outside world slowed down instantly in his perception, every detail becoming incomparably clear.

Four Title Douluo, one Wu Ming (a Spirit Douluo), and eight Spirit Sages... Thankfully, there are no old monsters of Zhongli Wu's caliber. Since even Xuan Zi could be shaken by my Dragon Might, these fellows... should not be much of a problem. Besides, they have been attacking for a long time without success; their soul power and mental states are both depleted, so their judgment must be waning.

The plan took shape in an instant.

In mid-flight, he tore off his hairband, and his long, silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

A glow of soul power simulation flashed across his body—his originally fitting clothes vanished instantly, replaced by a set of silver-white battle armor. The plates clung to his frame, outlining breathtaking curves, even the arc of his shoulders and neck exuding a cold, sharp elegance.

His height grew by a few inches, his bone structure subtly reshaping with the flow of light and shadow. His originally rugged physique gradually became fuller, his waistline cinched tighter, yet his shoulders and back still retained a hint of unyielding heroism.

The sharp angles of his facial features were softened by a gentle glow, the corners of his brows and eyes blooming with a feminine charm. But what made it impossible to look away were those heterochromatic eyes—they had long since shed their original color, turning into a bottomless purple. The light swirling in their depths was like tempered starlight, hiding an unquestionable majesty.

In the blink of an eye, the handsome youth had vanished, replaced by a peerless woman with silver hair, purple eyes, and an overwhelming aura!

"All of you, cease this at once—!!!"

A cold, clear voice, yet imbued with supreme majesty, exploded, instantly freezing the chaotic battlefield.

Both sides of the fierce battle subconsciously separated, looking in unison at this suddenly appearing, peerless figure.

Under the suppression of that Dragon Might, which originated from the very source of life, the Evil Soul Masters felt their breathing grow difficult. The lower-cultivation Spirit Sages felt their internal evil soul power become sluggish, as if their throats were being gripped by an invisible giant hand.

Nether Douluo and his companions were even more shaken, frantically sending voice transmissions:

"This aura... could it be a Limit Douluo?!"

"Damn it! To think the Medical Pavilion was hiding such a person!"

"She... she seems even more... than what the Cult Master made me feel..."

"Nether, the situation is bad! Even if we use the treasure bestowed by the Holy Son, I fear that..."

Nether Douluo stared fixedly at the silver-haired figure suspended in the air, gritting his teeth as he transmitted: "The intelligence was wrong! A total failure! They actually have such a capable person! But if we return empty-handed, the Holy Son will blame us, and neither you nor I can bear the consequences! At the very least..."

On the Medical Pavilion side, Yan Rong, Huang Yue, and the many Yanhuang Guard were also stunned.

The familiar silver hair made them think of Long Jinyu first, but the person before them was clearly a stunning woman with a proud figure and a cold aura.

Although their master was equally handsome, he was a man after all, and his physique was not this full. Could it be... that he had always been... a woman disguised as a man?

"You bunch of rats..."

The purple light in Long Jinyu's eyes was indifferent as he swept his gaze over the Evil Soul Masters. His voice was not loud, yet it carried the weight of a verdict.

"This place is a sanctuary for saving lives. By harassing this holy ground, do you not fear the cycle of heaven or being consumed by karmic fire?"

Nether Douluo suppressed his palpitations, bracing himself as he cupped his hands, his posture extremely low: "Senior, please calm your anger! We were blind and did not know you were here in quiet cultivation. May I ask for your honorable name, so we may have something to report back..."

"This Seat's name..."

Long Jinyu interrupted him, his tone filled with the indifference of one looking down upon ants.

"...is something that maggots like you, who hide your heads and tails to steal from the darkness, are worthy of knowing?"

Before the words had even faded, a terrifying Dragon Might, heavy as a physical mountain, crashed down! At the same time, a ring of blood-red light ignited beneath her feet!

The first ring, one hundred thousand years!

A collective gasp of cold air rose from the ranks of the Evil Soul Masters.

But this was only the beginning.

The second, the third... blood-red rings lit up one after another, not quickly, but with an irrefutable, absolute power! Six rings, seven rings, eight rings, nine rings!

Nine full one-hundred-thousand-year soul rings, all of them blood-red!

Like nine blood-colored suns, they circled the silver-haired woman, illuminating the night sky of Shrek City in a scarlet hue! The pure and vast energy fluctuations caused space itself to distort and groan!

The terrifying Dragon Might and the dual impact on soul and vision brought by the nine red soul rings completely shattered the psychological defenses of the Evil Soul Masters.

Nether Douluo's face turned deathly pale; there was no room for luck anymore. This aura, this soul ring configuration... nine rings, all red?! This had completely exceeded his scope of cognition! What kind of monster was this woman?!

"Go back and tell your dog-shit Cult Master hiding in the gutter, and that self-righteous Holy Son..."

Long Jinyu's voice sounded again, cold and bone-chilling.

"The people of Shrek are under the protection of This Seat."

His purple eyes swept over the trembling Evil Soul Masters below, every word like a death sentence:

"If you dare to reach out your claws again, regardless of the Holy Spirit Cult or that pathetic bit of darkness you worship..."

"This Seat will personally descend upon your lair and wipe you, along with your ridiculous faith, completely from this world!"

"Oh, right," he said, his gaze falling upon Nether Douluo, "didn't you want to know This Seat's name just now?"

With that, a long spear shimmering with silver radiance appeared in his hand, and he waved it casually—

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Three fierce, peerless silver spear beams flashed like teleportation, precisely grazing the three Spirit Sages on the edge!

Those three could not even let out a scream before they plummeted from the sky like kites with broken strings, their auras instantly withering, their fates unknown.

"One character, one life—a fair trade, wouldn't you say?"

Long Jinyu's tone was as flat as if he were stating an insignificant trifle.

"Now, prick up your ears and listen clearly..."

She tilted her head slightly, her silver hair dancing amidst the blood-red light of the soul rings, her voice ringing out clearly across the entire field:

"This Seat is named—Gu, Yue, Na!"

"I believe this message will surely make your Holy Son... very 'interested'."

"Retreat! Retreat now—!!!"

Nether Douluo could no longer withstand this terrifying pressure and the shock of his subordinates being instantly slaughtered. He roared hoarsely, the first to tear open a spatial rift and dive in without looking back, utterly disheveled.

With their leader in flight, the remaining Evil Soul Masters were terrified out of their wits; how could they dare to stay? They each unleashed their trump-card escape techniques, transforming into streaks of black smoke and vanishing without a trace in an instant.

They had arrived with aggressive momentum, only to flee in a panic like stray dogs.

The blood-colored soul rings and terrifying pressure in the sky slowly receded. The figure of Gu Yuena drifted to the ground, and amidst a flow of silver light, she transformed back into the appearance of Long Jinyu, though his face was slightly pale and his aura somewhat unstable. Simulating the true form of the Silver Dragon King and unleashing her full pressure had consumed far more than he had estimated.

"Many thanks to the Master for stepping in to save us! The Master is divine and martial!" Yan Rong and Huang Yue immediately flew forward to bow respectfully, their eyes filled with shock and admiration.

The Yanhuang Guard erupted into earth-shaking cheers: "The Master is divine and martial! The Master is divine and martial!"

Long Jinyu waved his hand to suppress the weakness within him, his gaze cast toward the dust that had yet to settle in the direction of Shrek Academy.

"You two elders have worked hard! Everyone has worked hard! Please return to the manor immediately for check-ups and treatment; do not let any hidden injuries linger."

"Additionally, I left those three Soul Saints alive; take them to the Heart-Questioning Pavilion first. Do not hold back during the interrogation. As long as you keep them from dying, you must pry out everything of use."

He quickened his pace.

"Vice Dean Liu, the crisis is resolved. The rescue team must depart immediately! I shall go with you!"

"Understood!"

As Long Jinyu strode toward the rescue airship prepared for departure, he urgently called out within his Spiritual Sea:

'System, immediately scan the status of Tang Ya, Wang Dong'er, Jiang Nannan, ..., Xiao Xiao, and Huo Yuhao! Hurry!'

[Command confirmed... Scanning in progress...]

"Master, wait!"