Sea God Island, inside an enormous crater.
Sea Ghost Douluo lay in the crater, his entire body charred black, unconscious.
Had Sea Ghost Douluo not defended himself with every ounce of strength, not even his bones would have remained.
"So you managed to survive after all?"
Feng Ying slowly put away the Fire Phoenix Bow. "But it doesn't matter. You're no longer capable of doing anything anyway."
She deactivated her Martial Soul Avatar, and the Fire Phoenix Wings slowly dissipated. Feng Ying landed on the ship, then raised her hand.
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
"Yeah!"
The soldiers aboard the ship roared, cheering for Feng Ying's victory and the might of the Northern Underworld Empire.
Unlike the Northern Underworld Fleet, whose morale soared, gloom hung over the Douluo Continent.
Shrek Academy.
Watching Feng Ying unleash her Phoenix True Body and valiantly hold her own against a Titled Douluo, Ma Hongjun's face filled with longing.
"When will I get to show off that spectacularly?"
Ma Hongjun's eyes brimmed with yearning. Everything Feng Ying had done was precisely the life he dreamed of living.
He had already consumed an immortal herb and was no longer harmed by evil fire, but as a result, his flames had also lost the properties of evil fire.
Seeing Feng Ying's tremendous power, he immediately thought of clinging to her coattails.
"If I could become her disciple, I wouldn't have to worry about the rest of my life!"
Ma Hongjun wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. "It's settled. I'll persuade the dean to go to the Northern Underworld Continent. Once she sees my talent, won't she be crying and begging to take me as her disciple?"
"Hehe... hehehehe..."
As he thought about it, he sank into fantasies of future success and fame.
Of course, certain people were seething with anger.
The Teachers' Dormitory.
Yu Xiaogang's face was deathly pale, his eyes vacant. The blood seeping from the corner of his mouth proved that he had indeed vomited blood earlier.
Watching the triumphant Feng Ying on the Sky Screen, Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, his hands trembling violently.
Impossible...
This isn't real...
Nothing could break Yu Xiaogang more thoroughly than disproving his theories, even though he had plagiarized them.
In his eyes, however, all of it belonged to him-the distilled essence he had painstakingly compiled, bit by bit.
Yet Feng Ying had shattered, one by one, the theories he had poured half a lifetime of effort and everything he had into assembling.
"Why? Why can she break the limit?"
Yu Xiaogang stared at his hands. He had been useless for decades. If not for Tang San, he would probably have remained useless forever.
Yet that woman had casually broken through the limits of his theories, obtaining a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring as her Eighth Soul Ring.
"It's unfair! This is unfair!"
A metallic sweetness surged up in Yu Xiaogang's chest again. He clutched his chest and began coughing violently.
"Xiao Gang!"
Flender and Liu Erlong, afraid something would happen to him, hurried inside and looked at him with concern.
"Are you all right? Don't get angry, or your body won't be able to take it."
Pfft!
In the end, Yu Xiaogang could not hold it back. He vomited a mouthful of black blood, then collapsed limply into his chair.
"Xiao Gang!"
Flender hurriedly reached out and circulated his soul power, helping settle Yu Xiaogang's wildly disordered soul power.
Looking at the unconscious Yu Xiaogang, Flender's expression was deeply conflicted. If he proposed going to the Northern Underworld Continent now, Yu Xiaogang would oppose it with every fiber of his being.
But if they did not go to the Northern Underworld Continent, they would surely miss their best opportunity. Besides, Feng Ying also possessed a Phoenix Martial Soul. If Ma Hongjun could receive her guidance, his future would be boundless.
Little did he know, Ma Hongjun was thinking the same thing.
"Sigh..."
Flender sighed softly inwardly. They would have to discuss this later.
The Northern Underworld Continent.
Deep beneath the sea, Bei Mingyuan rested with his eyes closed. In truth, he was communicating with his avatars.
His Sea of Consciousness was vast beyond measure and had even developed incredibly lifelike palace buildings.
Bei Mingyuan sat upright on the Throne, looking at the avatars around him.
"Everyone, Bei Miao is having a little too much fun right now. I'm afraid we can't count on him to go to the Douluo Continent."
Bei Mingyuan looked around at them. "We'll need to reconsider who should go to the Douluo Continent to spread 'harmony and friendship.' What do you think?"
"I have no objections."
Xin Nan did not particularly care. "But if we want to blunt their edge, we'll need absolute power and decisive methods."
"Xi Zhao is probably the only one for the job. His fighting style is well suited to this sort of situation."
Xi Zhao said nothing, but Kun Zhong, beside him, smiled and nodded.
"That makes sense. Xi Zhao's fighting style is to suppress his enemies with the fiercest attacks possible. It couldn't be better suited to blunting their edge."
Dong Shan pondered for a moment, then nodded. "I specialize in high-speed combat, toying with my opponents until their attacks fall into disarray, then winning."
"Xin Nan favors a steadier approach, eating away at his opponents step by step."
"And Kun Zhong uses his explosive power to finish enemies in an instant. Whichever way you look at it, only Xi Zhao fits."
"Mm."
Bei Mingyuan nodded, settling on the final choice. "Xi Zhao, you'll handle this personally. I'll dispatch a squad for you to command."
"Mm."
Xi Zhao said nothing more. He simply nodded, turned, and left the mental space.
"That guy still hates talking as much as ever." Dong Shan chuckled.
"Well, he's the avatar of my cold, detached personality. It's only natural."
Bei Mingyuan chuckled and shifted his mental focus from Bei Miao to Xi Zhao.
The Northern Underworld Temple, in the capital of the Northern Underworld Empire.
Xi Zhao walked quietly along the road with his hands in his pockets.
"Xi Zhao, who do you plan to choose as your assistants?" Bei Mingyuan took the form of a tiny soul and followed beside Xi Zhao.
"Anyone."
Xi Zhao remained as cold as ever. Upon reaching the temple, he offered no greeting, walking straight inside and pressing his hand onto the handprint.
By the time the guards reacted, he had already taken the Snow Mastiff Summoner and left the temple.
"Judging by the emblem on that Soul Tool, he must be Ancestor Xi Zhao, right? He really does move like thunder and wind."
Bei Minghan's face was full of respect. "He's a ruthless man of few words. I've read about him in the ancient texts."
"Back then, with a single Thunderclap Axe, he carved a bloody path from the east of the continent all the way to the west, leaving everyone trembling in terror. And he didn't shed a single drop of sweat!"
"Really?"
The other guard clicked his tongue in wonder. "The Douluo Continent is in for some lovely days!"
"Hahaha! Doomsday has come for the Douluo Continent!"
"Grandpa Xi Zhao!"
At the sight of Xi Zhao, Bei Mingxue's eyes lit up. "I never imagined the Progenitor would send you personally."
"Xue'er, your Progenitor asked me to pick up some people."
Upon seeing Bei Mingxue, a faint smile finally appeared on Xi Zhao's perpetually cold face. "Just give me a few. Leave the rest to me."
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