The Angel Descends, the Black Dragon Appears

Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe were completely stunned.

Their eyes were fixed on the six wings behind the woman. In all of Shrek Academy, there was probably no one who could mistake that martial soul.

Throughout the history of the Douluo Continent, only one person had ever possessed a martial soul of this form—the one who had once driven their ancestor Tang San into a desperate situation—

"Six-Winged Angel?!" x2

Yan Shaozhe was unwilling to accept the reality before him, but the radiance emanating from her body, which completely overwhelmed his Radiant Phoenix martial soul in every respect, relentlessly assaulted his nerves.

He pointed at Saber and said hoarsely, "Impossible... The Six-Winged Angel... wasn't it completely wiped out by our Sea God ancestor Tang San ten thousand years ago?!"

At that, Saber frowned slightly. Ignoring Yan Shaozhe, she slowly spoke to Ye Chenxing.

"My lord, is everyone present an enemy?"

"That's right."

The instant Ye Chenxing gave his confirmation, a sword flash too swift for the naked eye to follow shot straight for Yan Shaozhe's throat!

It was too fast—so fast that no one present could even react.

Yet at that critical instant, a pair of dragon claws abruptly appeared and forcibly blocked the killing strike.

The blade collided with the dragon claws, erupting with a terrifying shockwave. Yan Shaozhe felt as though he had just walked through the gates of hell. Cold sweat instantly soaked his back, and he whirled around, trembling with excitement as he cried out.

"Teacher, you've finally arrived!"

At some point, a withered old man hunched over in a wheelchair had silently appeared behind Yan Shaozhe.

Seeing the old man, Ye Chenxing lost the ease he had displayed while toying with Xuan Lao.

Before this elder, his expression finally turned serious for the first time.

The master of the Sea God Pavilion, a Limit Douluo—Mu Lao.

"The dungeon boss is out..."

Sensing the danger radiating from him, Saber immediately stepped forward with her sword held across her body, shielding Ye Chenxing.

"Saber, how much of your strength can you use?" Ye Chenxing asked quietly.

"Master, while I had already stepped into the Divine Realm in life, I am limited by the summoning rules and can only wield peak-level strength." Saber kept her gaze locked on Mu Lao, her tone cool and rational. "Defeating the old man in the wheelchair is possible, but it likely won't be easy."

Ye Chenxing pondered for a moment, then looked toward the powerful presences rapidly approaching.

"You two, stay where you are."

Sitting in his wheelchair of dead wood, Mu Lao's voice was ancient, yet carried an unquestionable weight of authority. "The foundation accumulated by generations of Shrek's ancestors is not so easily taken."

As Mu Lao's words fell, the Sea God Pavilion elders arriving one after another all revealed their martial souls. Several Titled Douluo released their soul rings at once, their oppressive presence filling every corner of the Sea God Pavilion and completely sealing off every escape route.

Faced with so many Titled Douluo, Saber's expression grew slightly grave.

"Master, I am confident in my speed. I can forcibly take you away."

"The other side's Limit Douluo has difficulty moving. He cannot stop us."

"Yes..."

Ye Chenxing raised a hand and lightly stroked his chin.

"But I'm not really fond of running for my life..."

"Hand over the Golden Tree's origin!"

Xuan Lao climbed up from the ground, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Ye Chenxing through gritted teeth. "Otherwise, you will die here today!"

"I've already absorbed the origin, so I can't return that." Ye Chenxing spread his hands, then took something from his pocket and tossed it toward Xuan Zi.

"But I can return this to you."

Xuan Zi froze slightly, then focused his eyes. What Ye Chenxing had thrown him was the culprit behind his misjudgment—that dark-attributed dragon scale.

"You dare humiliate this old man?!" Already enraged, how could Xuan Zi endure such provocation? In a furious outburst, he slapped his palm forward.

"Crack—!"

The instant the scale shattered, Mu Lao seemed to sense something, and his expression changed drastically.

"Not good! Xuan Zi, retreat!"

Before his words had even faded, a terrifying pressure filled with the aura of absolute darkness tore straight through the ceiling of the Sea God Pavilion and descended with a thunderous crash!

The space ahead abruptly shattered, and a tall man dressed in black stepped out from within. The aura of a Limit Douluo was unmistakable.

Another Limit Douluo?!

Forced back several steps by that aura, Xuan Zi stared at the man in black with alarm and uncertainty. "Who are you?!"

The man in black paid no attention to the Shrek members, who faced him as though confronting a great enemy. His golden eyes swept over the dried-up Sea God Pavilion before turning toward Ye Chenxing.

"It seems you succeeded. I truly did not expect that you could accomplish so much using only one of my scales as your means."

The man in black spoke blandly, with a trace of surprise and approval in his voice.

"Just luck." Ye Chenxing touched his nose.

"Now that the plan has succeeded, it's time to leave."

The man in black nodded. Just as he raised a hand to tear open space, a woman among the elders holding a spear immediately shouted.

"You think you can just leave?!"

"Everyone, stop!"

Mu Lao abruptly raised a hand, stopping Xian Lin'er and the others who were preparing to attack. He stared fixedly at the man in black, his voice as bitter as if he had chewed gall. "Beast God, Di Tian."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone on Shrek's side turned pale in horror.

The true ruler of the Star Dou Great Forest, the continent's strongest expert, the Golden-Eyed Black Dragon King with eight hundred ninety thousand years of cultivation—the Beast God, Di Tian?!

Yan Shaozhe's mind went blank. Looking at the white-haired youth protected between Di Tian and the Six-Winged Angel, his heart churned violently.

Just who was he?!

Mu Lao drew a deep breath and looked at Di Tian. "Do you truly intend to protect him? Even if it means waging all-out war against Shrek Academy?"

Di Tian did not answer, merely snorting coldly as the terrifying pressure around him intensified once more. Several of the weaker elders in the hall were already struggling to breathe.

The atmosphere was taut as a drawn sword, ready to erupt at any moment.

After a long silence, Mu Lao seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He closed his eyes wearily.

"...Let them go."

"Mu Lao?!" "Teacher, how can we do that?!" The elders cried out in disbelief.

Mu Lao waved his hand, cutting off all their objections. He gave Ye Chenxing a deep look, his eyes filled with wariness and conflicted emotions. "This matter is not over."

Di Tian swept the crowd with a cold glance, then waved his hand. A black spatial rift swallowed him, Ye Chenxing, and Saber, and their figures vanished completely from the Sea God Pavilion.

The heavy pressure dissipated, leaving the entire hall deathly silent.

"Teacher!" Yan Shaozhe's eyes reddened as he clenched his fists unwillingly.

Mu Lao leaned back in his chair, his voice terribly hoarse. "I am old. Di Tian alone is enough to force Shrek to exhaust all its strength. In the past, with the Golden Tree's foundation supporting us, we still had the power to fight. But now..."

Mu Lao did not continue. Having lost the Golden Tree, the other side not only had Di Tian, but also a Six-Winged Angel whose cultivation had reached the level of a Limit Douluo.

"If we had forced a battle today, they might have been injured and driven back, but Shrek would inevitably have been destroyed." Mu Lao looked at the elders. "As long as you Titled Douluo are alive and the academy remains, we still have a future. The Sun Moon Empire is still watching us like a tiger. We cannot fight them to mutual destruction here."

"Thud—!"

Xuan Lao's knees gave way, and he fell heavily to the cracked floor, tears streaming down his aged face. "Mu Lao! It was all my fault! I was blind! I was the one who brought this harbinger of disaster back!"

Mu Lao waved weakly. "What has happened cannot be undone. There is no use saying more. Leave... let me have some peace."

No one dared defy him. They helped Xuan Lao up and left the hall with somber expressions.

The vast Sea God Pavilion was left with only Mu Lao.

He lowered his head and looked at the wheelchair beneath him. This wheelchair, once made from Golden Tree branches and constantly glowing with the light of life, had now completely become cold, decayed ordinary wood.

Mu Lao stroked the rough armrest and closed his eyes. In that instant, he seemed to have aged several decades.