Hand Over the Talismans, Return to Shrek!

Hand Over the Talisman, Return to Shrek!

The most important things to Shendu at present were the Chronicle of Ages and the World God divine position.

Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a crisp crack.

Shendu turned his head to look, only to find that the previously intact space had actually fractured, revealing a tiny fissure.

The space he occupied was the Divine Position Space; the space represented the divine position, and the divine position represented the world. The appearance of a crack in the space signified that this world had suffered a mishap and had become more chaotic.

Is it because Hsi Wu caused a ruckus again recently? Shendu speculated.

He looked at the crack without a hint of worry, for he could sense that he was capable of repairing it with his divine power.

Shendu waved his hand, scooped up a ladle of divine power from the golden river of energy, and splashed it onto the fissure. The crack closed rapidly.

He understood now!

Demons will cause whatever influence they are destined to cause in this world, but I can simply use the divine power I obtain to patch things up. Shendu realized this in his heart.

With this, he now had a metric for his future actions.

Every time he stirred up trouble, the degree of chaos the demons caused to the world had to be less than the divine power he gained; only then could he repair the spatial rifts and ensure the world remained unaffected.

If this world could develop cracks because of the demon world, then was the rift in the demon world also caused by this same reason?

Shendu could not help but ponder.

He recalled the rift through which Hsi Wu had emerged from the Demon Space; it now seemed that it had been created by the collision of the two worlds.

To prevent other demons from emerging through that gap, Shendu had sealed the opening with his divine power.

The appearance of demons could not be disorderly; they needed to enter the stage according to his script.

Otherwise, if any accidents occurred, it would likely cause his divine power supply chain to collapse, rendering him unable to explain the situation. The divine position would shatter directly, and both worlds would face a cataclysmic blow.

This divine power is enough for me to use for the next round. There will be another wave of divine power after the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon matter is settled. Up to this point, the divine power I have obtained is far greater than the chaos the demons have caused to the world.

Now, it all depended on the collection of the Talismans.

He had previously dispatched Dai Xieyue to collect the Talismans, and he hoped everything would go smoothly!

He fell silent, focusing his attention on waiting for the Talismans to be delivered.

Soto City, the alley behind the tavern.

It was eight o'clock in the evening, and the sky was growing dark. A drunkard, stumbling and intoxicated, leaned against the wall as he walked, vaguely catching sight of a figure emerging from the shadows at the corner ahead.

"Hmm?" Bu Le shook his drunken head, his face flushed red, and squinted forward.

A blond youth wearing a half-ghost mask came into view.

The youth walked toward him with an evil grin, his sinister smile making him shiver.

"Who are you..."

Squelch—

A pitch-black hand pierced through his chest, and blood soaked Bu Le's torso.

Thump—

Bu Le fell, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Trash. Hahaha, this power is just magnificent! I absolutely love it!"

Dai Xieyue stroked his half-mask with his blood-stained hand, letting out a crazed laugh.

"Hmph! Shrek, Dai Shengyang, and that man in black—no matter who you are, I will make you taste my revenge, Dai Shengyang!"

Guided by the Sacred Dragon Carving, he headed toward the Soul Fighting Arena.

The Soul Fighting Arena was bustling with noise and excitement.

"Go, Evil-Eyed White Tiger!"

"Come on, I bet ten gold coins on you!"

The spectators in the arena shouted hoarsely, venting their excitement wildly. The restless roar spread throughout the venue, causing the massive Soul Fighting Arena to tremble slightly.

"Congratulations to the Evil-Eyed White Tiger for his victory!"

In the VIP room, Dai Shengyang walked in with a smile.

"You worked hard!" Zhu Zhuqing handed him a towel gently, and Dai Shengyang accepted it gladly.

Such an intimate gesture drew a round of giggles from Xiao Wu, Ning Rongrong, and the others.

In the days since Dai Xieyue had left, his relationship with Zhu Zhuqing had progressed rapidly. Zhu Zhuqing had clearly accepted him and was prepared to work hard on her cultivation alongside him to reclaim the throne.

Beside them, a middle-aged man who looked extraordinary at first glance but appeared slightly sleazy in reality walked over and said indifferently, "Well done."

"You are too kind, Grandmaster. The opponent was too weak; there is nothing much to say," Dai Shengyang said modestly.

"Hmm, neither arrogant nor rash. Very good." Grandmaster nodded in satisfaction, then added, "By the way, may I take a look at that Talisman of yours?"

Dai Shengyang was somewhat surprised by these words.

"Do not misunderstand; I simply have some understanding of this type of talisman. Perhaps I might discover something after taking a look."

"Ah, Master, you know about talismans?" Zhu Zhuqing looked at the Master with excitement.

Deep down, she still hoped that Dai Mubai could return to his original self, rather than having only this Dai Shengyang.

"Master is so amazing!"

Oscar was also surprised by the Master's words, revealing a look of admiration. Although he didn't understand anything about talismans, the Master's demeanor and bearing were just so cool!

"That goes without saying. Master is Third Brother's teacher, after all. Could he be my Third Brother's teacher without having a few tricks up his sleeve?" Xiao Wu tilted her head proudly, the corners of her mouth curling upward.

"Xiao Wu!" Tang San grabbed Xiao Wu's arm, yet his face also revealed a look of pride.

This was his teacher, the famous Master of the Douluo Continent, and in another sense, his father!

Upon hearing this, Dai Shengyang hesitated, but under Zhu Zhuqing's persuasion, he took out the talisman and tossed it to the other man.

The half-talisman cut through the air as Yu Xiaogang cast an expectant gaze toward it.

However, at that very moment.

Swish—

A hand reached out from nowhere, snatched the talisman, and intercepted it directly.

"Who is it?" Everyone looked over in succession, only to see that familiar, wicked face.

"Mubai?" Flender looked over in surprise.

Seeing him again, his first reaction was astonishment; he desperately wanted to ask what had happened over the past few days, but he was interrupted.

"Dai Xieyue, it's you again! Give me back my talisman!" Even with his good temper, Dai Shengyang was incensed and charged over in a rage.

However, the other man was no longer who he used to be.

"Heh, Dai Shengyang, you have no idea how strong I am now!" Dai Xieyue sneered, kicking the charging Dai Shengyang away with a flying kick.

"Ah!"

Following a painful scream, Dai Shengyang smashed into the wall, his bones shattered from head to toe.

"Mubai!" Zhu Zhuqing rushed over in a panic.

"Get them!" Dai Xieyue waved his hand.

Swish—swish—swish—

Dozens of Shadow Ninjas emerged from all around, rushing toward the people in the private room at high speed.

"What are these things?" Flender was greatly alarmed.

The others hurriedly dodged.

Tang San's eyes were sharp, and he immediately noticed the half-mask worn on Dai Xieyue's face.

"Watch out for the mask on his face; it might have some ability, just like the talisman."

His voice instantly alerted everyone.

"Boss Flender!" Yu Xiaogang's heart leaped as he gazed longingly at the mask.

"I know." Flender's hawk-like eyes immediately sharpened, locking tightly onto Dai Xieyue.

"Mubai, you have fallen into the path of evil."