Dragon God's Petty Mind? Domain Expansion!

"Snap!!"

Accompanied by the sound of tearing air, a Wooden Sword lashed out, striking Xu Fangmiao squarely across the face.

The immense force sent him spinning instantly as he was swatted away.

Flying...

Flying over mountains and seas...

The elegant arc resembled a rainbow, and like one, its final landing spot was anyone's guess.

Perhaps it was out on the main street, or maybe inside someone's house?

Eh! Smashing through someone's roof? Destroying private property, hmm... as expected of a naturally wicked Shrek brat.

"Fangmiao!"

"Old Xu!"

"You Xu!"

The remaining few watched Xu Fangmiao go flying, and although they couldn't help but cry out in alarm, their feet remained rooted to the spot.

At the same time, their gazes fixed upon Fang Le grew increasingly cautious.

The expressions on their faces were so unsightly they looked as if they had been forced to eat a plate of bitter melon stir-fried with coptis, nearly turning green.

"Whew! That flew pretty far!"

He cupped a hand over his brow.

Estimating the distance Xu Fangmiao had traveled, Fang Le gained a new appreciation for his own strength.

He just wondered if that strike had triggered the Wooden Sword's knockback bonus.

Otherwise, based on Fang Le's calculations, if fifty percent of his strength could send a level 38 or 39 Soul Elder flying, then his current combat power should have no trouble handling a Soul Ancestor.

Speaking of flying so far, he shouldn't be dead... right? He's a genius who's almost a Soul Ancestor, after all.

Uncle Long, once you've vented your anger, help me keep an eye on that guy and don't let him run off; I still need him to lead the way and knock on the door later.

He recalled the moment.

He hadn't used much strength, and that turtle, being a defense-type Soul Master, shouldn't have died.

With that, he shouted twice toward Di Tian, then refocused his attention on Zhang Lexuan and the others opposite him.

Seven down to one, six left.

This was going to be a tough fight!

Zhang Lexuan and the others: ???

"Keep an eye on what? It seems the brat who was running his mouth just now has passed out?"

Called out by Fang Le's loud voice, Di Tian finally ceased his movements.

Taking a simple breath, Xuan Zi finally waited for the moment to escape his sea of suffering.

"Dragon God Douluo? What qualification does that Mu En have to use the words 'Dragon God'? Go back and tell him that this title is not one he can bear, and the weight of a god is not something he can carry."

Di Tian's tone was icy, yet for some reason, Xuan Zi felt that whenever he mentioned the Dragon God, his cold tone was permeated with an indescribable reverence.

Dragon God... Dragon?! Could there really be such a beastly deity?

As pure Shrek members, the weight of the word "God" in their hearts was almost on par with the glory of Shrek itself.

As an academy that had once birthed seven gods, unlike other factions that treated deities as legends, they knew best that gods truly existed, how supreme the power of a god was, and that the gaze of the gods had never strayed from the Douluo Continent.

The Sea God's Light, that power which surpassed the Limit Douluo, was the very foundation upon which Shrek Academy stood on the continent.

They, the people of Shrek, were the earthly agents of this divine power.

Although in his heart, he was certain that the Sea God ancestor could surely suppress this so-called Dragon God.

But that was the Sea God ancestor.

To put it bluntly, if this so-called Dragon God were truly petty enough to make things difficult for them, the Sea God ancestor might not necessarily offend another god for the sake of mere mortals like them.

Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that ever since his grand-uncle was crowned with this Dragon God title, his life's trajectory had taken a sharp turn for the worse.

Before receiving this title, his grand-uncle's journey could be described as smooth sailing with constant opportunities; he had become a Title Douluo at a young age and possessed three hundred-thousand-year soul rings. He only needed to cultivate in peace to inevitably become a Limit Douluo.

But what was the result? It seemed that after acquiring this so-called "Dragon God" title, the woman he loved ran off with his brother, and his family's descendants were reduced to a single survivor.

Even worse was his cultivation; he could have smoothly broken through to become a Limit Douluo, but just before the breakthrough, he was challenged and beaten into a semi-crippled state. After breaking through, he suffered a backlash, his injuries worsened, and he became a ninety-nine percent crippled man with little time left to live.

Hiss...

Could it really be that this so-called Dragon God was petty and had been making things difficult for his grand-uncle?

And then there were his grand-uncle's disciples; each one was a person of extraordinary talent, yet they were all stuck at bottlenecks, unable to make any progress.

Could it be that they were implicated because of this too?!

Xuan Zi broke into a cold sweat the more he thought about it.

As for whether things were truly as Xuan Zi imagined, only the Dragon God himself knew.

After all, at this very moment, the Dragon God's soul was tucked away in a small world within the Dragon Valley on an undeveloped continent, observing the timeline to select an inheritor; if he happened to see this, he might just hand out a "small" punishment on a whim.

"Senior, my Martial Uncle is innocent! When he travels the continent, he usually uses the Bright Sacred Dragon and his own name; he doesn't even use a pseudonym. This title of 'Dragon God' is also just..."

Convinced his reasoning was sound, Xuan Zi hurriedly shouted, unsure if he was explaining himself to Di Tian or to some existence in the great beyond.

However, before he could finish his sentence, a cold glare from Di Tian cut him off.

"I don't care where you got this title or how it came to be. You know clearly how this matter should be resolved. If I hear anything about a Dragon God Douluo on the continent again, don't blame me for resolving it for you."

His tone was cold and ruthless. If not for the means left behind by the Sea God at Shrek, Di Tian would not be so easy to talk to today.

The beast race still lacked a god capable of truly shouldering the burden! The Silver Dragon Sovereign was severely injured, and the Golden Dragon Sovereign was trapped in the God Realm; otherwise, why would he, Di Tian, be reduced to this?

Cowering in one corner, he couldn't even personally execute the shameless thief who had stolen the name of the Dragon God.

Feeling utterly powerless, Di Tian clenched his fists tightly and struck Xuan Zi on the head once more. After venting his frustration, he couldn't help but shift his gaze toward Rui'er and Fang Le not far away.

The current Soul Beast clan not only had the favor of Rui'er's power of destiny, but the Silver Dragon Sovereign's injuries were also gradually recovering.

Now, they even had the addition of Fang Le, an inheritor of some unknown, powerful deity.

These stifling days would not last much longer!

The revival of the Soul Beast clan was in sight!

"Yes! Yes! Once I return this time, I will certainly have my Martial Uncle clarify things on the continent. We would never dare to usurp the title of the Dragon God again."

Although Xuan Zi didn't understand why he had been punched again, with such a major issue at hand, he ignored the throbbing pain in his head and hurriedly echoed the sentiment.

His old face was wrinkled in a smile like a wilted chrysanthemum.

As for whether this would damage Shrek's reputation? What a joke! That was a god; he could distinguish whether a god's reputation was more important or Shrek's so-called glory, no matter how muddled he usually was.

Hmm... he would tell Mu En as soon as he got back.

Meanwhile, the duel between Fang Le and the six members of Shrek had officially begun.

"I haven't really fought much, and my strength is far inferior; I'm only a mere level 19, so...

Domain Expansion!!"

Zhang Lexuan: ???

Han Ruoruo: ???