Top 2 of the Ten Strongest in Peerless Tang Sect: Tang Wutong!

The phantom of a golden giant dragon blotted out the sky, while Mu En's upright figure froze in midair.

The Sky Screen's radiance began to contract.

Yan Shaozhe knelt on the ground, clawing at the dirt with both hands as tears struck the backs of his hands.

Xuan Zi tilted his head back, his wine gourd slanted as liquor spilled across his collar. He did not even bother to wipe it away.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago, Flender let out a long breath, took off his glasses, and rubbed them against his clothes.

[Shrek had a predecessor like this. It was worth it.]

Tang San stared at the gradually darkening Sky Screen, his fingers rubbing together inside his sleeves.

That old man really was strong, but he was about to die. If he were still alive, a powerhouse of that level had to be kept under his control.

The Sky Screen did not vanish.

The blood-red lettering faded away, transforming into golden motes that filled the sky.

The motes rearranged themselves in midair, releasing a thunderous roar.

[Ranking the Ten Strongest of the Peerless Tang Sect, Top 2]

Ma Hongjun jumped up and pointed at the Sky Screen, shouting, "Second place! That old man Mu En ranked third—just how strong must second place be?"

Dai Mubai folded his arms, his brows tightly furrowed. "A Rank 99 Ultimate Douluo only ranked third. Could second place actually be a god?"

Ten thousand years later, Sea God Pavilion.

Yan Shaozhe rose to his feet, dusted the dirt from his knees, and looked up into the air.

Teacher ranked third. Then who could second place be? That black dragon from the Star Dou Great Forest? Or that old monster from the Body Sect?

Xuan Zi shook his head, his voice hoarse. "Du Busi does not have what it takes to surpass Old Mu. Di Tian is possible, though."

The golden motes violently contracted, and three enormous characters slammed into everyone's vision.

[Tang Wutong]

Huo Yuhao scratched his head and turned to look at the roommate beside him.

"Wang Dong, have you heard of this person? Her surname is Tang. Could she be one of your Clear Sky Sect's seniors?"

Wang Dong sat on the edge of the bed, her face deathly pale.

Her hands gripped the bedsheets so tightly that her knuckles turned white, and even her breathing stalled for half a beat.

Tang Wutong... How could it be that name? Father said she was supposed to train on the Douluo Continent. Why had he put her real name directly in the sky?!

She swallowed and turned her head away from Huo Yuhao. "I... how would I know? Maybe."

The words on the Sky Screen continued to emerge.

[Cultivation: Rank 96 Super Douluo in the mortal world]

[Martial Souls: Triple Martial Souls]

[Ending: Inherited the Second-level Deity, Butterfly God]

The moment those three lines appeared, people from both eras of the Douluo Continent went mad.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago, Yu Xiaogang shoved away the chair beside him and staggered two steps forward, his eyes wide and round.

"Th-three Martial Souls?"

In the theory he took pride in, Twin Martial Souls were already the limit, a miracle that occurred once in tens of millions. And now someone with Triple Martial Souls had appeared?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Yu Xiaogang's voice cracked. "The human body's meridians simply cannot withstand the conflict between three Martial Souls. This violates the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul!"

Flender glanced at him, the corner of his mouth twitching, but said nothing.

Ma Hongjun's mouth fell open, and he nearly drooled.

"Forget the Triple Martial Souls—she became a god too? A Second-level Deity?"

Tang San stood where he was, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh.

Without blinking, he stared at the character "Tang."

The surname Tang, Triple Martial Souls, and she ultimately became a god. She was definitely a direct descendant of the Clear Sky Sect. Could she be his future descendant?

Tang San's breathing quickened.

If she was his descendant, then he was destined to become a god in the future as well!

He turned to Xiao Wu, who was staring at the Sky Screen with a face full of amazement.

"Brother, Triple Martial Souls! That's one more than you."

Tang San tugged at the corner of his mouth and revealed a gentle smile. "Yes. She truly is a peerless genius."

Yet inwardly, he was calculating. Since she was a member of the Tang family, once the ranking ended, he had to find a way to learn Tang Wutong's exact identity.

Shrek Academy, beneath the freshmen dormitory building.

Mu En lay in his wicker chair, his previously half-closed eyes opening.

"Triple Martial Souls," he murmured, his gaze drifting toward a certain window in the freshmen dormitory.

Inside Sea God Pavilion, Yan Shaozhe sucked in a cold breath.

"A Rank 96 Super Douluo ranked ahead of Teacher, a Rank 99? Was it just because she had Triple Martial Souls and was a deity's inheritor?"

Xuan Zi took a swig of wine and wiped the liquor from the corner of his mouth.

"Becoming a god... No one on our Douluo Continent has become a god in ten thousand years."

A crisp cracking sound came from the Sky Screen.

The dark image shattered like glass, and dazzling pinkish-blue light poured out.

Within the image stood neither a white-haired old man nor a burly warrior covered in wounds.

A girl floated in midair.

She looked no more than seventeen or eighteen. Her long, wavy pinkish-blue hair cascaded all the way to her ankles. Her features were so exquisite that not a single flaw could be found, and her skin was so fair it seemed to glow.

She wore a fitted combat outfit that outlined her perfect curves.

Yet what made it impossible to look away were the wings spread behind her.

They were a pair of enormous butterfly wings, dreamlike blue and gold in color, their edges haloed with golden radiance. With every flap, fine specks of light drifted down.

[Light Goddess Butterfly.]

On the training ground ten thousand years ago, Dai Mubai stared blankly.

"This Martial Soul... it's too beautiful."

Oscar swallowed. "The person is even more beautiful, all right? With that face, she hardly looks human."

Xiao Wu pouted and tugged on Tang San's sleeve.

"Brother, is she prettier, or am I?"

Tang San withdrew his gaze and answered without hesitation. "Of course you are. No matter how beautiful she is, she is not one ten-thousandth as beautiful as you."

Only then did Xiao Wu smile in satisfaction.

Inside the Shrek dormitory ten thousand years later.

Huo Yuhao stared blankly at the image in midair.

He looked at the breathtaking pinkish-blue-haired girl on the Sky Screen, then turned to look at his roommate sitting by the bed.

Wang Dong also had short pinkish-blue hair.

Wang Dong's Martial Soul was also the Light Goddess Butterfly.

Huo Yuhao's mind could not quite process it.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Wang Dong from head to toe.

Pinkish-blue short hair, pinkish-blue eyes, how she absolutely refused to bathe with him in the same bathhouse, and even drew the curtains whenever she changed clothes.

Then there was that time their Martial Souls fused. When they held each other, there had been that strange, delicate fragrance on Wang Dong's body, as well as her unbelievably soft body.

Huo Yuhao swallowed, and the finger pointing at the Sky Screen began to tremble.

"Wang Dong, tell me honestly." Huo Yuhao lowered his voice. "What exactly is your relationship with Tang Wutong up there?"

Wang Dong sat on the bed, twisting her hands together so tightly that even her toes curled against the soles of her shoes.

It's over, it's over. Everything's exposed. Father, aren't you just setting me up?! She had only been at Shrek for a few days, and all her secrets had been dug up!

She raised her head with effort and stubbornly retorted, "What relationship could there be? My name is Wang Dong, and hers is Tang Wutong. We have nothing to do with each other!"

Huo Yuhao stepped closer.

"Nothing to do with each other? The Light Goddess Butterfly is a Martial Soul that only women can awaken on the entire continent. What did you tell me back then? You said it was an inherited mutation in your family?"

Wang Dong shrank back until her back pressed against the wall.

"What's wrong with a mutation?! I'm exceptionally gifted. Is it illegal for a man to awaken the Goddess Butterfly?!"

Huo Yuhao was so angry that he laughed.

He grabbed Wang Dong by the shoulders.

"Then tell me, why does she look exactly like you apart from having longer hair?"

Wang Dong slapped Huo Yuhao's hand away, her face red as a boiled shrimp.

"So what if we look alike?! Plenty of people in this world look alike! Stop trying to get familiar with me!"

Yu Xiaogang clutched his hair with both hands, turning his once neatly combed hair into a bird's nest.

"Impossible! The Sky Screen must have made a mistake!"

He paced in circles like a madman.

"Twin Martial Souls are already the limit of what the human body can bear! How much effort did Bibi Dong spend to resolve the conflict between Twin Martial Souls? Tang San does not even dare to add spirit rings to his second Martial Soul yet!"

He pointed at the Sky Screen, spittle flying everywhere.

"Three Martial Souls! How much spiritual power and physical strength would that require? How could a mortal endure it at Rank 96? Her meridians should have burst apart long ago!"

Flender rubbed his temples, exhaustion evident in his voice.

"Xiaogang, calm down. The Sky Screen has ranked so many people. When has it ever been wrong?"

Yu Xiaogang stopped pacing and glared at Flender with bloodshot eyes.

"So you mean the Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul that I spent half my life researching are a joke?"

Flender turned his head away, refusing to look at him.

"I never said that. But the facts are right in front of us."

Ma Hongjun muttered quietly from the side, "It was a joke to begin with. You do not even know what people ten thousand years from now look like, yet you are still yelling nonsense here."

Yu Xiaogang trembled with rage and pointed at Ma Hongjun. "Y-you useless piece of wood!"

The girl in the Sky Screen moved.

She raised her right hand, and golden light burst from her palm.

A massive pitch-black iron hammer appeared in her hand. Complex dark-gold demonic patterns were engraved upon its head, emanating an imposing and tyrannical aura.

It was the number one tool Martial Soul in the world, the Clear Sky Hammer.

On the training ground ten thousand years ago, Tang San's pupils dilated.

The Clear Sky Hammer! She really was from his Clear Sky Sect! That pinkish-blue hair... Could she be his and Xiao Wu's daughter?!

Tang San's heart pounded wildly.

If she was his daughter, then this ranking was simply a heaven-sent opportunity. He could fully exploit that connection and make arrangements for the world ten thousand years in the future ahead of time.

A deity. That meant the Douluo Continent ten thousand years later was still under the control of the God Realm.

He had to personally guide that power. A daughter who was a Second-level Deity would be enough to secure his footing in the God Realm.

Just then, the girl in the Sky Screen raised her left hand again.

A deafening dragon roar resounded through the heavens.

A phantom of a golden giant dragon coiled behind her before transforming into a gleaming golden dragon-shaped greatsword.

Light Goddess Butterfly, Clear Sky Hammer, Dragon God Greatsword.

Three Martial Souls appeared on a single person at once, and the terrifying pressure transmitted through the Sky Screen crushed everyone until they could barely breathe.

The scene shifted. The girl stood above the clouds, a golden trident mark emerging between her brows.

That was the mark of the Sea God.

Inside the dormitory ten thousand years later, something exploded in Huo Yuhao's mind as he looked at that trident mark.

He turned and stared fixedly at Wang Dong.

Wang Dong covered her face with both hands, her shoulders slumping.

At that moment, the Sky Screen's narration rang out.

[Evaluation: The little princess of the God Realm, daughter of Sea God Tang San, who descended to the lower realm under the alias—Wang Dong'er.]

Huo Yuhao's jaw nearly hit the floor.

He pointed at Wang Dong, his voice cracking.

"Y-you're a girl?!"

Wang Dong lowered her hands and glared back at him, no longer caring what happened.

"Why are you shouting?! So what if I'm a girl?!"