What Do You Mean Demon Ding Is a Degenerated Light Sacred Dragon?

Bibi Dong froze in shock at the information En Zuo had revealed. How did he know such a secret—that the Six-Winged Angel possessed innate soul power of level twenty?

The Six-Winged Angel had been passed down from the Angel God.

It could be called a god-tier martial soul.

Innate soul power of level twenty was only natural, yet according to En Zuo, there was actually another god-tier martial soul capable of rivaling the Six-Winged Angel.

"Why do you even know secrets like this? Why do you know so much? Could the Monster Academy you mentioned be some superpower far beyond Spirit Hall?"

En Zuo smiled and shook his head. If they were judged by the strength of their experts, Monster Academy truly could not compare to Spirit Hall.

Qian Daoliu alone, the Angel God's worshipper, could temporarily unleash god-level combat power. Even if Skycrossing Douluo Yun Ming came in person, he might not necessarily be Qian Daoliu's match.

A golden rift opened in space. After calling Teacher back into the White Dragon Talisman, En Zuo stepped into Narak Space, his voice faintly drifting out from within.

"Want to know the answer? Follow me, and you'll learn every answer."

"Go... or run?"

Bibi Dong hesitated, but then she thought of it. With a peerless Douluo here, she probably could not escape at all.

She cast aside her last trace of wishful thinking.

Gritting her teeth, Bibi Dong followed En Zuo into Narak Space. "Then let me see just what kind of power Monster Academy really is."

"Monster Academy can never compare to Spirit City."

Star Luo City.

Monster Academy Snack Street.

"En Zuo, En Zuo, the grilled fish at Monster Academy is so delicious." Bibi Dong raised her snow-white chin, stained with grease, and smiled with genuine delight, her words muffled by food in her mouth. "This snack street alone is indeed better than Spirit City. I approve."

Moving aside the fourteenth tray of grilled fish before him, En Zuo pressed a hand to his forehead helplessly. "If I weren't fairly well-off, I probably couldn't even afford to keep you fed."

Bibi Dong slapped the table and said as though it were only right, "Now you know regret, don't you? As the captain, isn't this what you're supposed to do? I have no connections here anyway, unless you obediently send me back yourself."

"Send you back?"

En Zuo immediately rejected that idea. Where else could he find a Saintess more foolish than Bibi Dong, or someone easier to control?

If not for Qian Xunji in the original story, Yu Xiaogang, who had considerable talent in theory alone, would never have made Bibi Dong fall so deeply for him.

Why was that?

It was precisely because, from the moment Bibi Dong became Saintess, there had been no young soul master of her generation who could truly stand on equal footing with her.

In terms of talent, not a single person could match her cultivation speed.

But Yu Xiaogang was different. He had delved deeply into theoretical studies and possessed unique insights into Spirit Hall, which Bibi Dong greatly admired. Even though Yu Xiaogang was destined never to break through level thirty in his life.

Bibi Dong still could not let go of that sincere heart.

Now, however, En Zuo possessed strength far beyond Yu Xiaogang's, an unprecedented soul ring configuration, and with only a single move, he had utterly crushed the pride in Bibi Dong's heart.

She could not run.

As long as En Zuo gave her the charity she desired, Bibi Dong would never easily betray this relationship. This connection was even more solid than those with Tang San or Huo Yuhao.

En Zuo said calmly, "Help me finish the tournament and win the championship, then you can safely return to your hometown."

Her fists tightened. Bibi Dong said irritably, "You're going to abandon me after using me? That's too heartless. Didn't your father teach you how to treat people?"

After a long silence, the atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

Bibi Dong abruptly realized that she might have said something wrong.

But according to the whispered accounts of those students in crimson training uniforms, Monster Academy's headmaster, En Ci, was supposedly En Zuo's father.

Swallowing nervously, she cautiously tested the waters. "En Zuo, isn't the current headmaster of Monster Academy your biological father?"

"Even though his martial soul is the Light Sacred Dragon."

She poked Demon Ding, who was eating at the table with grease all over his mouth, her voice growing softer and softer. "Your martial soul degenerated from the Light Sacred Dragon into Demon Ding..."

En Zuo stroked Demon Ding's soft skin, his voice gentle as a spring breeze. "Demon Ding is not a degenerated form of the Light Sacred Dragon. He is one of a kind, a gift bestowed upon me by heaven."

As for his parents in this life, En Zuo had nothing he could not discuss. Though the public believed that En Ci had found him after he was abandoned.

En Zuo was more inclined to believe that he had been swept into a spatial storm, that his body had undergone a mutation, and that he had turned back into an infant before being born at Monster Academy.

"As for Teacher..."

A trace of reminiscence flashed through En Zuo's eyes. If En Ci had not brought him back to Monster Academy, he might have starved to death by the roadside long ago.

Even if he had survived by chance, he might not have been able to scrape together the money to awaken his martial soul and would have become a beggar fighting stray dogs for food.

En Zuo was entirely candid. "Fate placed me at Monster Academy's gates, and Teacher En Ci gave me care, passing everything he had on to me without reservation."

"The tournament I want you to participate in is also meant to fulfill Monster Academy's founding purpose: defeat the continent's number one academy."

"Shrek Academy."

"Shrek?"

Bibi Dong had never heard of that academy, but that did not stop her curiosity about why En Zuo looked as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"No wonder even a genius like you has been recruiting people everywhere. It must be very powerful. Then I'm really looking forward to fighting them."

Bibi Dong spat out a fish bone and revealed a sweet smile. "I also want to see whether the geniuses here are all as powerful as you."

En Zuo's blow to her had been too great. Bibi Dong did not believe that, in this era, everyone could surpass her talent.

Even though Spirit Hall had already vanished into the river of history, Bibi Dong remained incomparably confident in her talent. Even ten thousand years later, she could still suppress this era through her own gifts.

That was the confidence of a genius.

"Very good. Full of spirit."

En Zuo patted Demon Ding. The latter belatedly took the card En Zuo handed him, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then let out a sinister laugh.

Using his short wings, he slapped the card onto the table and nudged it toward Bibi Dong, though he kept himself close to En Zuo. That bad woman was far too terrifying.

If she caught him, she would knead him thoroughly.

She simply did not treat him like a Demon Ding at all.

Bibi Dong had not cared much about the card En Zuo brought out at first, but after seeing the words written on it, she pointed at herself in disbelief. "Huh? I have to attend Monster Academy too? Wasn't I here to compete?"

En Zuo patiently explained to Bibi Dong:

"There are still four years before Shrek Academy enters this tournament. Over those four years, Monster Academy will devote all its efforts to training you, allowing you to quickly realize your potential."

"I don't want to see you get easily dealt with by those people from Shrek Academy in the individual matches."