Tang San: What Do You Mean the Driftwood Defense Has Begun?

Supreme God King!

Most of the gods in the Douluo God Realm had long forgotten those four words.

That was especially true of the Gods Tang San had drawn to his side. Like him, nearly all of them had ascended by inheriting Godhood.

They knew little of the Dragon God, who had once ruled the Divine Realm, or the Phoenix God, who had dealt him a devastating blow.

Yet after a hundred thousand years, the Phoenix True Fire burned once more in the Douluo God Realm.

Tang San, a God King of Law Enforcement, was so stunned by the power of Feng Xuanyuan's sword strike that he could barely move.

Even the God of Destruction, a veteran God King, had never made him feel such terrifying pressure.

Faced with crimson divine flames that seemed poised to burn the entire Douluo God Realm to ashes, Tang San could not summon even the slightest thought of standing against them.

"Brother San, hurry and do something, or else..."

Xiao Wu quickly gave Tang San a shove, finally snapping him out of it.

That was right. If he did not stop it now, half the Douluo God Realm might go up in flames!

Tang San raised the Asura Demon Sword and was about to charge at the scarlet Phoenix sweeping across the sky.

But in the next instant, the crimson Phoenix slowly vanished.

In its place, a golden screen appeared above the Douluo God Realm.

On that screen, Xuan Zi's pants had been pulled down, and several little monkeys were beating him with clubs.

Tang San: ...

Dai Mubai and the others: ...

The gods who had been fleeing: ...

What in the world was going on?!

Why had the Phoenix that seemed ready to burn down the entire Divine Realm suddenly turned into a Sky Screen?

And why show a bunch of Gods an old man getting his backside beaten? What kind of bizarre play was this?

"The way I see it, this is nothing but an old man playing with unruly children!"

A voice suddenly came from nearby. A young man in a silver robe had spoken.

He was a First-Level God of the Divine Realm, and his strength ranked among the very best even at that level.

The God of Space.

He was also someone Tang San had particularly wanted to win over, which was why he had been invited to the gathering.

Tang San frowned at his words and asked,

"God of Space, what do you mean?"

The God of Space smiled faintly and pointed at the ruins of the Sea God Hall around them.

"Asura God, haven't you figured it out yet?"

"An attack like that is far beyond what the will of the Douluo Plane could accomplish."

"Both the slap just now and the Phoenix capable of burning all things to ash were warnings from that powerful figure: the Divine Realm must not interfere with the Douluo Plane."

"And he's using this Sky Screen to show us what's happening on the Douluo Plane."

At that, a look of shock crossed the God of Space's face.

"What's more, I just tried it myself."

"My Godhood commands the power of space, yet I can't open a passage to the Douluo Plane at all."

"And neither you nor the God of Destruction can do it, either!"

"The situation is clear. We can only watch. We cannot interfere with anything happening on the Douluo Plane."

With that, the God of Space cast Tang San a thoughtful glance.

"And this mysterious powerhouse seems to be targeting you in particular, Asura God..."

Tang San's expression darkened as he listened.

The Douluo Plane was central to his Tang Family's plans for the next ten thousand years, yet it had now slipped entirely out of his control.

Worse, the other party was clearly stronger than him and remained hidden, free to strike at him.

To dare scheme against me like this—he's truly following the Way of Seeking Death!

But just as Tang San was fuming inwardly, the image on the Sky Screen suddenly changed.

An endless Iron Flood appeared before every God in the Douluo God Realm.

One massive Soul Tool Warship after another shot dazzling jets of light as they streamed out from a continent floating in the sky.

Atop the Soul Tool Warship leading the fleet stood a young man clad in golden armor, a golden sun blazing above his head.

Xu Yi still wore his old-fashioned round glasses. Behind their lenses, his gaze fixed on the vast continent whose outline was barely visible below.

Xu Yi pointed the crimson sword in his hand toward that continent, and his voice rang throughout the Spirit Hall Empire fleet.

"Target: Shrek Academy!"

"By the Phoenix God Oracle, cut down the Golden Ancient Tree!"

Tang San's eyes flew wide. Even his breathing stopped.

What?

My driftwood is about to be cut down?!

Shrek Academy.

"Hiss... ah..."

Xuan Zi had just been rescued, but his backside was still red and swollen like a monkey's. It would likely take quite some time to heal.

He tried to sit down, but the sharp pain from behind made him cry out again and again.

Beside him, Mu En stared gravely at the Sky Screen.

On the Sky Screen, killing intent blazed in Xu Yi's eyes.

Every soldier of the Spirit Hall Empire looked fierce as a tiger or wolf. Their bearing alone spoke of formidable strength.

All of them were Soul Masters, and they wore all kinds of armor that appeared to be the so-called Battle Armor.

As for the Flying Soul Tools they piloted, Mu En had never even heard of anything like them.

"Xuan Zi, notify Shaozhe and the others at once. Have them take every student from the outer and inner courts and evacuate Shrek City!"

Xuan Zi looked bewildered. "Why? With Ancestor Tang San protecting Shrek, are we supposed to be afraid of the Spirit Hall Empire?"

"Ancestor Tang San destroyed Spirit Hall ten thousand years ago. Now we... he can destroy it again!"

Mu En drew a deep breath and shook his head with a bitter smile.

"The Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud deep within the Sea God Pavilion no longer works!"

"We can't reach that place anymore. We can't contact Ancestor Tang San!"

Xuan Zi's eyes bulged wider than a horse's.

"What..."

Mu En's aged hand trembled as he pointed toward the Sky Screen.

"The Spirit Hall Empire is coming with overwhelming force. They mean to cut down the Golden Ancient Tree, and they'll surely destroy the Sea God Pavilion along with it!"

"This is the greatest crisis Shrek Academy has faced in ten thousand years. I've already sent Lexuan to seek help from the Three Great Empires, but reinforcements will take at least three days to arrive."

"And against an army like that, what good would reinforcements do?"

"We can give up the Golden Ancient Tree. We can give up the Sea God Pavilion. We can even give up Shrek City!"

"As long as these teachers and these children of Shrek survive, Shrek will live on!"

"Enough talk. Go make the arrangements!"

At the same time, inside the Golden Ancient Tree.

Tang Hao, shrouded in seven-colored light, exchanged a glance with Ah Yin, whose long blue hair fell over a green dress.

Both of them were trembling.

They could sense an incomparably powerful force sealing off the entire Douluo Plane. They had completely lost contact with their son in the distant Divine Realm.

And now someone was coming to cut down the Golden Ancient Tree they depended on. When it fell, they would likely be finished too!

"Little San, you unfilial son, what are you doing? Hurry down to the Douluo Plane!"

"They're about to chop down your father and mother!"