Mu En's Final Dance

At the horizon,

A hunched figure rode a streak of golden light, tearing through the sky at an inconceivable speed!

In his palm, the faint phantom of a miniature Golden Tree swayed, scattering endless radiance.

"Mu En! How could you possibly leave Shrek?!" Zhongli Wu cried out in shock, horror appearing in his eyes for the first time.

After his battle with Du Bushi, Mu En had been ravaged by poison, and the flame of his life was about to go out.

He had survived by relying on the Golden Tree. Once he left Sea God Island, not only would his strength decline, but his death would also accelerate.

This was intelligence the Holy Spirit Cult had long possessed!

During the previous great battle, Zhongli Wu had already determined that Mu En's lifespan was nearing its end and that he did not have much time left.

The strength he could exert was nowhere near that of a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo.

Even so, Zhongli Wu had deliberately chosen to strike in the Mingdou Mountains precisely to avoid Mu En.

Who would have thought that this old man would disregard his own life and come charging over with the Golden Tree Spirit!

"Mu Lao!"

Even as Xuan Zi sighed in relief, a surge of sorrow rose within him.

He knew better than anyone what the consequences of Mu En making a move would be.

This towering pillar of Shrek Academy was offering up the Dragon God Douluo's final dance today for Shrek Academy's glory.

The golden light came swiftly. In nearly the blink of an eye, it had arrived above the battlefield.

The light receded, revealing Mu En's aged yet tranquil face.

He was still hunched over, but his back was much straighter than usual.

He looked even older than he had in Sea God Pavilion. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as ravines, and his life aura was so faint that he seemed like a candle flickering in the wind.

Yet within his half-lidded eyes burned golden flames that made hearts tremble.

Holding the Golden Tree Spirit in his palm, Mu En swept his gaze over the battlefield. When he saw the hundred-meter golden dragon, a trace of gratification appeared in his eyes.

But when he saw Abomination Douluo and Nightmare Douluo, that gratification turned into intense killing intent!

"A bunch of Titled Douluo bullying children. What kind of ability is that?"

Mu En's voice was hoarse yet clear, ringing in everyone's ears. "Holy Spirit Cult, your hands have reached too far!"

Before his words had even faded, Mu En moved.

There was no earth-shattering display. He merely slowly raised the withered hand holding the Golden Tree Spirit and gave a light wave toward Abomination Douluo and Nightmare Douluo.

"Dragon Emperor's Evil-Breaking Rend."

An ancient dragon's roar seemed to resound between heaven and earth.

A pure streak of light, condensed to the absolute extreme and resembling the first ray of light to split open the world, tore through space. Ignoring distance, it appeared before Abomination Douluo and Nightmare Douluo in an instant.

Abomination Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. Even in his martial soul true body state, he sensed a lethal crisis. Roaring wildly, he swung his green iron chains, trying to block that streak of golden light.

Nightmare Douluo shrank his Nightmare Domain to its utmost limit, condensing the violet-black radiance into something tangible around himself.

At the same time, the two of them frantically activated the defensive soul tools on their bodies.

Invincible Shield, Wall of Resilience—anything that could add even a sliver of defense was used.

Yet before that golden light, every defense was like paper.

Whoosh!

The golden light swept past.

Abomination Douluo's enormous martial soul true body suddenly froze. He lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his chest.

There, a huge golden hole was rapidly expanding.

The Invincible Shield, the Wall of Resilience, and even his strongest defensive soul skill had failed to delay that golden light for even an instant.

Wherever the golden light passed, his flesh and soul power, brimming with filth and the aura of death, melted away and vanished like snow and ice.

He opened his mouth, but no sound emerged. The light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, and his massive body crashed to the ground, devoid of all breath.

The Holy Spirit Cult's Sixth Elder, Abomination Douluo—had fallen!

Nightmare Douluo fared slightly better. Seeing that things were going wrong, he silently pulled Abomination Douluo in front of himself when the golden light struck.

Using that massive body, he blocked most of the golden light's power.

Even so, at the instant the golden light arrived, Nightmare Douluo still burned his origin without hesitation, turning into a wisp of purple smoke and vanishing.

When he reappeared, he was already behind Zhongli Wu and the others.

At that moment, his entire left arm and nearly half his body had disappeared. Golden light swirled around the wound, constantly eroding his life force.

His aura had weakened to the extreme. He was clearly gravely injured and on the verge of death.

With a single strike, two great elders of the Holy Spirit Cult—one dead, one grievously wounded!

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Zhongli Wu and the others all stared at that hunched figure, their eyes filled with horror.

This was Dragon God Douluo Mu En!

Even with the flame of his life about to extinguish, even far from the Golden Tree's main body and carrying only a Golden Tree Spirit, he could still perform such a heaven-shaking feat.

"Mu Lao is incredible!" Dai Yueheng clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of reverence.

"Haha, Mu Lao is here! Now none of us has to die!" Gongyang Mo laughed broadly.

Bei Bei looked up at that figure, but his eyes had turned red.

"Mu Lao..." Xuan Zi only felt a tightness in his chest.

Though Mu En's strike had succeeded, it also meant that the flame of his life had officially begun its countdown.

"You old fool, have you gone mad? You're giving up your life for a student?" Zhongli Wu was shocked and furious. He had never expected Mu En to come personally at any cost, much less that Mu En would remain so terrifyingly powerful after leaving the Golden Tree.

Mu En did not answer him. He did not even spare Zhongli Wu another glance.

His gaze fell upon Ye Ming and the other two. As the hundred-meter golden dragon dissipated, revealing the pale-faced trio supporting one another, he nodded slightly. "Ye Ming, watch carefully. This is how Dragon Emperor's Domain-Shaking Realm should be used!"

Mu En raised his hand again. This time, his target was Zhongli Wu and the other two above.

"Dragon Emperor's Domain-Shaking Realm!"

Mu En's voice was soft, yet it seemed to carry the rhythm of heaven and earth.

Centered on Zhongli Wu, the space within a hundred-meter radius abruptly froze.

Countless dragon-shaped golden phantoms emerged from the void. They were not tangible, yet they carried terrifying power capable of suppressing evil and purifying all things.

The dragon-shaped phantoms formed a vast domain, completely sealing Zhongli Wu, Myriad Souls Douluo, and Nightmare Douluo within.

"No! Save me, Cult Master!" Nightmare Douluo screamed in terror, frantically urging the power of nightmares in an attempt to resist the golden dragon phantoms.

But the instant they came into contact, the Nightmare Domain dissipated as though it had encountered its natural bane.

The golden dragon phantoms darted about, constantly grinding away at his soul power and life force.

Myriad Souls Douluo was no better. He waved the Myriad Souls Banner, and countless resentful spirits floated forth, but they could not block the golden dragon phantoms in the slightest.

Zhongli Wu's face turned livid. He knew Mu En was plainly determined to use the last of his strength to leave them all here!

"Myriad Souls, Nightmare, attack together! He won't be able to hold on for long!"

Zhongli Wu shouted sharply as an enormous bone dragon phantom appeared.

Seeing Zhongli Wu unleash his killing move, Myriad Souls Douluo and Nightmare Douluo both burned their origins and threw themselves at the incoming golden dragon phantoms with all their strength.

But just then, Zhongli Wu spat out a mouthful of blood. He actually abandoned the bone dragon and directly drove it to slam into the golden dragon domain, blasting open a massive gap.

Then, while Myriad Souls and Nightmare drew the fire, he frantically burned his origin and transformed into a streak of light that fled toward the horizon.

"No! Cult Master!!"

Myriad Souls Douluo and Nightmare Douluo were instantly dumbfounded. Before they could rush toward the blasted opening, countless golden dragon phantoms completely swallowed them.

Mu En's final dance—Zhongli Wu escaped, and the Holy Spirit Cult's four great elders had fallen!