Xu Jiawei's Death, the Holy Spirit Cult's Attack

"His Majesty!"

Dai Hao's expression changed drastically, the tiger stripe on his forehead lit up, and the White Tiger Martial Soul instantly possessed him. He grabbed his cloak and turned around to block Xu Jiawei's path.

But the moment his toes touched the ground, Xuan Zi's Soul Power, which he had been pressing down with his other hand, descended upon him.

The old man with graying temples used only a wisp of his energy to force Dai Hao's knees to bend, pinning his forward-moving figure to the spot, his bones creaking all over.

Just as Dai Hao gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on, Tang San, standing behind him, shouted sharply:

"Dai Hao!"

Have you forgotten what Dai Mubai did?!

Have you forgotten the long-cherished wish of your Dai Family family ancestors?

Dai Hao turned his head sharply, looking at the blue-haired child with a mixture of shock and anger.

The White Tiger lineage has been deprived of the throne for over four thousand years, reduced from royalty to subjects. Before their deaths, which of their ancestors didn't gaze towards the Star Luo Imperial City?

With his powerful army at his disposal, how could Dai Hao possibly have no thoughts about it in the dead of night?

But who exactly is this child, who is only eight or nine years old?

How dare he directly accuse the Dai Family of plotting rebellion in front of two Shrek elders!

In that brief moment of surprise, a blazing white flame had already swept past Dai Hao's side.

The Bright Phoenix behind Yan Shaozhe were fully unfurled.

With a slap of his left hand, the Phoenix Flame instantly shattered the starlight that had just condensed in front of Xu Jiawei. With his right hand, he gripped Xu Jiawei's collarbone and forcefully poured his Level 95 Soul Power into his meridians.

The pain in his meridians was excruciating, and the Soul Power he had just mustered instantly dissipated.

"Yan Shaozhe, how dare you commit regicide?!"

Xu Jiawei's face turned deathly pale, and he could no longer maintain even the slightest bit of his imperial demeanor.

He struggled desperately to raise his left arm, the Star Crown between his eyebrows flashing wildly as he tried to activate his life-saving Soul Bone Skill. However, the wisp of star power he had just gathered was shattered one after another by the domineering Soul Power that Yan Shaozhe had penetrated through his fingertips.

It wasn't until he was completely subdued that Xu Jiawei finally reacted.

He thought he had Shrek's situation under control, and that the marriage and concessions on the table were bargaining chips for both sides. But in the eyes of the group opposite him, from the moment he doubted the identity of the blue-haired child and began to press him step by step, he was already a dead man!

Without saying a word, Yan Shaozhe grabbed his shoulders and lifted him into the air, soaring straight towards the Extreme Cold Ice Spring in the center of the valley in a few leaps.

"Release His Majesty!"

Dai Hao's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, his muscles bulged, and his White Tiger Vajra Transformation forcefully broke through a corner of Xuan Zi's oppressive aura. His sharp tiger claws simply grabbed towards Yan Shaozhe's back.

Xuan Zi took a step to the side without expression, blocking Dai Hao's path. With a flick of his sleeve, he deflected the tiger's claw.

The next moment, Yan Shaozhe was in mid-air, swung his arm downwards with force.

Xu Jiawei was thrown straight into the depths of the Extreme Cold Ice Spring.

Beside the spring, the enormous, Aromatic Silk Beauty were startled, causing the flower plate to suddenly lift and the petals to tremble violently. Before it could utter even half a scream, the calm surface of the spring had already erupted.

The milky white, extremely cold spring water instantly engulfed Xu Jiawei's body.

Underwater, the remaining few stars flickered violently three or four times.

Xu Jiawei stretched out a hand towards the shore in vain, but before his fingertips could even break the surface of the water, the extreme cold had already seeped into his internal organs through his pores.

The Soul Power seal within his body, which he had not yet broken free from, prevented him from even having time to activate his Soul Power protection one last time.

In just two breaths, the hand that was reaching towards the shore froze completely.

Xu Jiawei's eyebrows, hair, and dragon robe were visibly covered with a thick layer of white frost, and his eyes were wide open.

His entire body remained in an upward-scratching posture, turning into an ice sculpture. With the lingering downward force, he sank straight into the bottomless depths of the spring, his last vestige of life extinguished.

Beside the shadow of the mountain wall, a series of loud shouts and splashes startled Huo Yuhao from his meditation.

He opened his eyes and just happened to see the bright yellow figure being thrown into the cold spring by Yan Shaozhe himself.

Huo Yuhao's breath hitched, and he subconsciously propped himself up on one side. The not-yet-fully-refined medicinal power of the Ice-Cold Rain Dew within his body immediately began to surge wildly through his meridians. The Sky Dream Ice Silkworm quickly mobilized its Spiritual Power to forcibly suppress the churning blood and qi in him.

Huo Yuhao didn't even bother to wipe the white breath that had spilled from the corner of his mouth. He just stared at Yan Shaozhe, who was slowly landing by the spring, and a chill ran down his spine.

Just a dozen breaths ago, the emperor of the Star Luo Empire was standing before the bluestone, discussing a marriage alliance and exchanging medicine with Shrek Academy. In the blink of an eye, he had sunk to the bottom of the cold spring and become a corpse.

On the shore, Dai Hao finally broke through the airflow and rushed to the edge of the spring.

He knelt on the bank and reached out to grab it, but as soon as he touched the water three inches away, the extreme cold that hit him made his paws go numb, and the protective White Tiger golden light quickly covered his body with a thick layer of ice.

The milky white spring water returned to calm, without even a ripple, and there was no trace of Xu Jiawei underwater.

"His Majesty..."

Dai Hao stood frozen by the spring, his Palm trembling as it hovered in mid-air.

A moment later, he turned his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe as they approached:

"You... killed him?"

"That's the emperor of the Star Luo Empire! How dare you, Shrek?!"

Xuan Zi and Yan Shaozhe stopped five steps away, one on the left and one on the right, leaving a gap in the middle, their eyes coldly locked onto Dai Hao.

Tang San strode to the two elders, looked down at the White Tiger Duke kneeling by the spring, his expression indifferent:

"Dai Hao, I have only one question for you now."

"This throne, do you want it or not?"

Outside Bluestone Relay Station, five figures skimmed low over the treetops.

Xian Lin'er reduced her speed to 70%, steadily supporting the somewhat dazed Ma Xiaotao with her left hand. The three Inner Court Soul Saint accompanying her spread out in a triangular formation, one scouting ahead and two protecting the left and right flanks.

As the outline of the abandoned post station came into view at the edge of the horizon,

Xian Lin'er frowned slightly, and her forward momentum suddenly slowed down by half a beat.

She glanced down at the desolate woods below; not even the chirping of insects or the calls of birds could be heard.

Why is it so quiet?

Before the words were even finished, three bright lights simultaneously lit up the hillsides on both sides and deep in the dense forest!

Three metal shells, engraved with intricate patterns and trailing flames, hurtled straight towards us.

Xian Lin'er's pupils constricted sharply. "Enemy attack! Scatter!"

She didn't have time to pay attention to the three Soul Saint. With her left hand, she pulled Ma Xiaotao in front of her. The level eight Defensive Soul Tool on her wrist instantly deflected the golden light shield. Soul Power exploded under her feet, and she carried Ma Xiaotao diagonally into the sky.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three bursts of intense white light exploded in mid-air almost simultaneously.

The agility-type Soul Saint at the forefront had just lit up his Seventh Soul Ring and his Martial Soul Avatar was only half-formed when he was completely engulfed by the oncoming artillery fire, without even being able to utter a scream.

The two Soul Saint on the left and right flanks desperately retreated, but the coverage area of Level 8 Fixed-Installation Soul Cannon Shell was too wide. The terrifying high temperature and shock wave directly crushed their protective Soul Power, and the two blood shadows exploded into a sky full of blood mist in the fire.