Cleaning

"Zang Xin..."

Someone gritted his teeth, forcing the name out through clenched teeth. It was unclear whether he trembled from fear or rage.

Zang Xin slightly raised a hand. A sword formation spread out behind him, nine longswords condensing as their sword light arced like rainbows.

The pressure of a peak Ultimate Douluo descended from above. As the sword edge swept past, half of those Title Dououluo did not even feel pain. They merely felt as though they had fallen into a gentle haven, then melted away amid the despair of vanishing in an instant.

Since ancient times, sentiment had left behind nothing but regret.

The others had long since been severely wounded by Yun Ming and could barely hold on. Beneath Zang Xin's domain, even as they roared and their resentment erupted, sending countless vengeful spirits soaring into the sky, it was all futile.

Zang Xin gave a cold smile. The nine giant swords spread behind him instantly drew together, their sword wheel turning.

Sword radiance flowed, and the sword intent, tender as water, even made the ice and snow recede.

Zang Xin stepped forward. The sword wheel gradually merged into one, becoming a longsword that fell into his hand. The soft scabbard of the Sentimental Sword slipped away, revealing its long-concealed sharpness.

The domain continued to contract.

Zang Xin casually swept out with his sword, yet it failed to land on those people struggling at death's door.

Gray mist spread out, standing in opposition to Zang Xin's Sentimental Domain.

However, the intruder's Three-Word Battle Armor made his aura slightly weaker than Zang Xin's. Still, there was no doubt that this was an Evil Soul Master at the Ultimate Douluo level.

As the gray mist spread, the white sky and earth of the Far North were dyed gray. Countless skeletons and bones crawled from the ground, tearing at the Sentimental Domain.

"Hades."

"Ha Luosa." Zang Xin's gaze darkened.

"You're still alive."

Back then, the three Ultimate Douluo of Spirit Pagoda and Shrek had joined forces, yet they had still failed to kill this man!

The Netherworld Rebirth Domain bared its fangs and claws, shielding those barely surviving Evil Soul Masters.

"Zang Xin." The man clad in gray armor slowly emerged from the gray mist, his expression indifferent. "Sneaking around and stealing on someone else's turf isn't a good habit."

Zang Xin sneered. "Since when did the Far North become your territory? A pack of homeless dogs."

Ha Luosa said, "What is the point of trading insults? Without Cao Dezhi, you are no match for me."

Zang Xin smiled disdainfully, then his expression turned cold.

"Is that so? Then I'd like to see who in your Far North can stop me today!"

Ha Luosa said no more. The faceted diamond-shaped gray crystal on his forehead suddenly lit up.

The entire Netherworld Rebirth Domain suddenly trembled. Behind Ha Luosa, gray gates of light appeared one after another.

There were twelve great gates in total.

When those twelve gates opened, the entire space seemed to freeze.

The twelve Death Knights of Hades Ha Luosa—even each one possessed strength close to that of a Super Douluo!

Facing Zang Xin, Ha Luosa naturally could not afford to be careless. The Netherworld Rebirth Domain ascended—Death Feast.

Zang Xin's expression did not change.

The radiance of the longsword in his hand instantly dimmed, yet his aura abruptly transformed.

Terrifying pressure surged from him like a vortex, frantically drawing in everything around it. The lingering, affectionate aura transformed amid the violent vortex into one longsword after another—as the Sentimental Domain continued expanding, ten thousand swords followed the vortex and coiled around him.

The ancient longsword in his hand pointed diagonally at the sky. In that instant, Zang Xin's eyes seemed to become ethereal. He did not look at Ha Luosa, nor did he look anywhere else.

His eyes were empty, as though there was nothing in them. It was as if he had forgotten the enemy before him.

Ha Luosa's expression changed.

A slender sword immediately appeared in his hand. Death Feast closed like a blooming netherworld flower, attempting to swallow Zang Xin.

Zang Xin remained unmoved.

Ha Luosa snorted coldly, and the slender sword shot straight toward Zang Xin's brow.

Just as the incomparably sharp slender sword was about to pierce his skull, Zang Xin moved.

He closed his eyes and casually raised his sword horizontally, blocking the slender blade.

All the longswords circling around him revealed their chilling edges in an instant. Then, like a roaming dragon, ten thousand swords shot into the heavens and forcibly tore apart the closing netherworld flower.

Ha Luosa charged at Zang Xin with his twelve knights, but Zang Xin merely smiled faintly. The next moment, he switched positions with the sword dragon. The Sentimental Sword in his hand blazed with light, slashing through space.

By the time Ha Luosa reacted, all the remaining Evil Soul Masters who had attacked Shrek City had been scattered in soul and spirit beneath Zang Xin's single strike.

Zang Xin tore open space and stepped inside, leaving behind only one sentence. "Don't worry, Ha Luosa. Today is only the beginning."

The instant the gray slender sword arrived, space closed, and Zang Xin departed calmly.

Looking at the empty Far North, Ha Luosa's face darkened.

A hoarse voice entered his ears. "Hades, you actually let him get away just like that?"

Ha Luosa's expression turned even colder. "He is at the same level as me and wears Four-Word Battle Armor. If you have the ability, then you deal with him."

"As for that bunch of trash," Ha Luosa said coldly, "dead is dead."

"Hehe... you're right. Come back first. She has awakened."

Ha Luosa withdrew his domain.

A flash of gray light, and he vanished from where he stood.

Endless darkness swallowed everything. Tang Wulin only felt himself falling. In his daze, something seemed to catch him. Then he saw light. At first, it was dim, but the speck rapidly swelled before exploding, scattering across the dark corners and dispelling the shadows.

Only then did Tang Wulin see clearly that this seemingly lifeless space was filled with Blue Silver Grass. Their leaves swayed as they breathed out the aura of life.

At the far end of the endless Blue Silver Grass, that warm, familiar presence called for him to approach.

"You've come, child." A gentle female voice fell into his ears.

"...Grandmother," he softly replied.

The blue-silver Giant Tree lowered its branches, brushing against his cheek. She said, "I am about to return to slumber. I will not interfere with your plans."

Tang Wulin froze for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "I thought you would stand with the Divine Realm."

Ah Yin sighed softly. "Silly child, do not forget that my roots are here."

The blue fluorescence grew increasingly faint.

"The ancient tree has not perished. He will reunite with you. Go."

Ah Yin's branches curled around him and pushed him outward. Before Tang Wulin could ask for details, he was forcibly ejected from that space, his soul returning to his body.

The moment Tang Wulin's Divine Sense returned to his body, he sensed the incomparably dense aura of life surrounding him.

He abruptly opened his eyes.

The place where he was was definitely not Shrek Academy. When Ah Yin's seed had entered his body, it had caused him to lose consciousness briefly. He had not expected her to bring him here.

The emerald lakewater was like a clear piece of jade, peacefully reflecting the blue sky and lush trees.

Lake of Life. Star Dou Core Area.

Tang Wulin was currently sitting in the lake. She must have set up a barrier, as the water had not wet his body.

Silver light flashed, and a silver-haired woman landed directly upon the lake's surface, looking down at him.

The corners of Tang Wulin's lips curled upward. "Why did you bring me here?"

Gu Yue walked over the water toward him and pulled him out of the lake. "Without the nourishment of life energy, how could you have awakened so quickly?"

Tang Wulin took the opportunity to hold her hand and sighed. "The Eternal Tree..."

A trace of sorrow passed through Gu Yue's eyes.

Tang Wulin stroked her head, his fingertips trailing through her long hair. "Grandmother said the Golden Ancient Tree has not entirely perished. But she was vague, and I didn't have time to ask for details."

Gu Yue was stunned at first, then an involuntary smile bloomed on her lips, filled with relief and ease. "That could not be better."

The two landed by the lakeshore. Tang Wulin looked around, suddenly recalling something, and his expression became somewhat strange.

How could Gu Yue fail to understand him? She rolled her eyes. "What, do you miss them that much?"

Tang Wulin chuckled. "If you're willing..."

Gu Yue slapped his hand and glared at him. "Dream on."

Tang Wulin was not annoyed. He spread his hands. "Back then, it was someone who insisted on clinging to me and calling me Daddy..."

Gu Yue narrowed her eyes, her warning unmistakable.

Tang Wulin promptly shut up.

After a while, he asked again, "Your subordinates don't have any objections?"

Gu Yue was just about to answer when an extreme darkness stained the blue sky. Overwhelming pressure descended, and a gigantic black dragon lowered its golden eyes to stare at Tang Wulin.

Speak of the devil.