"Smack!!"
With a whoosh as it broke through the air, a wooden sword lashed across Xu Fangmiao's face.
The tremendous force sent him spinning away in an instant.
Flying...
Flying over mountains and seas...
His graceful arc was like a rainbow, and just like one, no one knew where he would land.
Maybe on a street outside, or perhaps inside someone's house?
Hey! Did he smash someone's roof? Destroy private property? Hmm... Shrek's little devils really were evil from birth.
"Fangmiao!"
"Old Xu!"
"You, Xu!"
The others watched Xu Fangmiao fly away and cried out in alarm, but not one of them moved an inch.
At the same time, their gazes fixed on Fang Le grew ever more cautious.
Their faces looked as if they'd been forced to eat a plate of bitter melon stir-fried with coptis root. They were just short of turning green.
"Whew! He really flew far!"
He arched a hand over his brow.
Estimating how far Xu Fangmiao had flown, Fang Le gained a new understanding of his own strength.
He just didn't know whether that strike had benefited from the Wooden Sword's knockback bonus.
Otherwise, by Fang Le's calculations, if half his strength could send a level 38 or 39 Soul Elder flying, then with his current combat power, he should have no problem taking on a Soul Ancestor.
"Come to think of it, he flew so far, but he should be alive... right? He's a genius who's nearly a Soul Ancestor, at least. Uncle Long, once you've cooled off, keep an eye on that guy and don't let him get away. We'll need him to lead the way and knock on the door later."
He thought back over it.
He hadn't used much strength. That bastard was a defensive-type Soul Master, so he should be fine.
So Fang Le hollered a couple of times at Di Tian, then turned his attention back to Zhang Lexuan and the others across from him.
Seven had become one; six remained.
This was going to be tough!
Zhang Lexuan and the others: ???
"Keep an eye on what? He seems to be talking about the kid who was rude earlier. Did he pass out?"
At Fang Le's loud shout, Di Tian finally stopped what he was doing.
Having finally let out some of his frustration, Xuan Zi was at last free from his misery.
"Dragon God Douluo? What right does Mu En have to use the words 'Dragon God'? Go back and tell him that this title isn't his to claim. The weight of a god is not something he can bear."
Di Tian's tone was icy, but for some reason, when he spoke of the Dragon God, Xuan Zi sensed an indescribable reverence beneath the chill.
Dragon God... A dragon?! Could there really be a divine beast like that?
As a true Shrek man, the word "god" carried almost as much weight in his heart as Shrek's glory.
Unlike other powers that treated the gods as legends, their academy had once given birth to seven gods.
They knew better than anyone that gods truly existed, how supreme their power was, and that the gods' gaze had never left the Douluo Continent.
Sea God's Light—that power beyond the Limit Douluo—was the foundation that allowed Shrek Academy to establish itself on the continent.
Their Shrek was the mortal agent of this divine power.
Though in his heart, he was certain the Sea God Ancestor could crush this so-called Dragon God.
But that was the Sea God Ancestor.
To put it bluntly, if this so-called Dragon God really was petty enough to make things difficult for them, the Sea God Ancestor might not be willing to offend another god for the sake of mere mortals like them.
Thinking it through carefully, it seemed that his uncle-master's life had taken a sharp turn for the worse after he was saddled with the title of Dragon God.
Before he'd been given that title, his uncle-master's path had been smooth sailing, with opportunities at every turn. He'd become a Titled Douluo at a young age and possessed three Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings. All he had to do was focus on cultivating, and he was certain to become a Limit Douluo.
But what happened? It seemed that after he'd acquired this so-called title of "Dragon God," the woman he loved ran off with his brother, and only one of his family's younger generation survived.
And his cultivation had it even worse. He could've broken through to Limit Douluo without a hitch, but just before breaking through, someone challenged him and left him half-crippled. He finally broke through, only to suffer a backlash that made his injuries even worse, leaving him a ninety-nine-percent cripple with little time left to live.
Gasp...
Could this so-called Dragon God really have been petty enough to make things difficult for his uncle-master?
And his uncle-master's disciples, too—every one of them was exceptionally talented, yet they'd all ended up stuck at bottlenecks, unable to advance an inch.
Could they have been dragged into this as well?!
The more Xuan Zi thought about it, the more cold sweat broke out on him.
Whether things were truly as Xuan Zi imagined was something only the Dragon God knew.
After all, the Dragon God's divine soul was currently holed up in the little world of Dragon Valley, on some undeveloped continent, watching the timeline as he chose a successor. It wouldn't be surprising if he saw this and casually handed out a "small" punishment.
"Senior, my uncle-master is innocent! When he travels the continent, he usually uses Bright Sacred Dragon and his own name. He doesn't even use an alias. This title of 'Dragon God' was all..."
Convinced his suspicions were right, Xuan Zi hurriedly called out, unsure whether he was explaining himself to Di Tian or to some unseen presence.
But before he could finish, Di Tian silenced him with an icy glance.
"I don't care where that title came from or how he got it. You know what you have to do to settle this. If I hear anyone on the continent call him Dragon God Douluo again, don't blame me for taking care of it myself."
His tone was cold. If Shrek hadn't retained the Sea God's power, Di Tian wouldn't have been nearly so accommodating.
The beast clan still lacked a god who could truly shoulder the burden! The Silver Dragon Sovereign was gravely injured, and the Golden Dragon Sovereign was trapped in the Divine Realm. Otherwise, why would Di Tian have to put up with this?
Huddled in one place, even with the Dragon God's name stolen, he couldn't personally cut down the shameless thief.
Feeling utterly powerless, Di Tian clenched both fists, punched Xuan Zi in the head again, and vented some of his frustration. Then he turned his gaze toward Rui'er and Fang Le in the distance.
The Soul Beast Clan now had not only the favor of Rui'er's power of destiny, but also the Silver Dragon Sovereign's slowly recovering injuries.
And now, a successor to an unknown, powerful deity named Fang Le had joined them.
These days of frustration wouldn't last much longer!
The Soul Beast Clan's revival was in sight!
"Yes! Yes! Once I get back, I'll make sure my uncle-master sets the record straight on the continent. He'd never dare to usurp the honored title of Dragon God again."
Xuan Zi didn't understand why he'd been punched again, but with something this important at stake, he didn't care whether his head hurt. He hurriedly echoed Di Tian.
His old face crinkled like a wilted chrysanthemum.
Would this damage Shrek's reputation? What a joke! That was a god. Was the reputation of a god more important, or Shrek's so-called glory? Even at his most muddleheaded, he knew the difference.
Hmm... He'd tell Mu En as soon as he got back.
Meanwhile, Fang Le's duel with the six Shrek members was officially underway.
"I haven't fought much, and there's a big gap in our strength. I'm only a mere level 19 right now, so...
Domain Expansion!!"
Zhang Lexuan: ???
Han Ruoruo: ???
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