"Di Tian, do you really think I can do nothing to you?
Even if I have to fall today, I, Yun Ming, will defend Shrek!
Shrek's ten thousand years of glory will not end in my hands!"
"Then do something! I'm right here. I haven't moved.
Before the heavenly tribulation falls, I will only watch. You have plenty of time to save yourselves.
Save your teachers and students, save your people, save Shrek's ten-thousand-year legacy.
Go on, save them. I'm not stopping you.
But that Sea God Pavilion seems to be alive. Ah, no, half-dead.
Everything your Shrek has is in there, isn't it? Go move it. Am I stopping you?"
"You! You deserve to die!
Di Tian, the heavenly tribulation is coming for you alone. If you die, your path extinguished and your soul annihilated, the heavenly tribulation will naturally disperse. As Pavilion Master, I will kill you now and stop this heavenly tribulation!"
"Hahahahaha..."
Faced with Yun Ming's towering fury, Di Tian merely gave a cold smile, immediately releasing the draconic pressure of his 900,000 years:
"Unfortunately, until I survive the heavenly tribulation, I will receive no benefits from it. My soul power is still depleted.
But that portion of my origin power I released has also supplied me with a fair amount of soul power, enough for me to use for a short while."
Because he was no longer suppressing himself, even after Di Tian's cultivation reached 900,000 years, his aura continued to soar.
That terrifying divine beast pressure left even Yun Ming feeling somewhat suffocated.
"Now that I am no longer suppressing myself, my strength is several times greater than before.
It is only because my earlier depletion was too severe, and because I must withstand the heavenly tribulation, that I have not attacked you.
If you wish to die, come at me. I can grant your wish and let you die before Shrek is destroyed by the heavenly tribulation."
As the saying went, all was fair in war.
Di Tian was simply playing an empty-fort stratagem, releasing a little of his aura to intimidate him.
But those words really did cow Yun Ming.
Uncertainty flickered in Yun Ming's eyes, and in the end, he restrained his urge to attack Di Tian.
"Coward!"
"To think the illustrious headmaster of Shrek is such a coward.
That my opponent for these tens of thousands of years was such a ridiculous clown is truly the greatest humiliation to me."
Although Di Tian's insults enraged Yun Ming, he could only helplessly swallow them. He could not die. If he died, Shrek would lose its backbone. Only while he lived was there hope for everything.
Wasn't it just a heavenly tribulation?
A mere soul beast heavenly tribulation-if he gathered all of humanity's greatest fighters, they might well withstand it.
If all else failed, there was still the Golden Ancient Tree. He refused to believe that even the Golden Ancient Tree could not withstand this paltry heavenly tribulation!
Di Tian merely swept a glance over that clown Yun Ming and paid him no further attention.
His gaze turned to the heavenly tribulation in the sky.
In fact, even without burning his essence blood, he could still squeeze out a little soul power.
Even if he fought Yun Ming, he could hold out until the heavenly tribulation arrived.
But what he had just said was also true.
He wanted to see just what this certain-death heavenly tribulation the Dragon God had arranged for him was like.
The Dragon God was ruthless toward the Soul Beast Clan, and even more outrageously ruthless toward the Dragon Clan.
After surviving his 800,000-year heavenly tribulation, even with the Silver Dragon King's help, he had still needed tens of thousands of years to recover. He had truly come close to being blasted to death. Just a little more, and he would have returned to the Dragon God's embrace for good.
This 900,000-year heavenly tribulation was more than a tier stronger than the 800,000-year tribulation back then. Its power was at least ten times what it had been.
He dared say that even his lord would be unable to withstand it.
This time, Shrek would definitely be blasted into nothing, not even dregs remaining. The home ground he had chosen was Shrek's Sea God Pavilion, the very location of the Golden Ancient Tree that had carried Shrek's legacy for ten thousand years.
He did not know what was inside, but knowing that something very important lay within was enough. He would scatter even its ashes.
As for the Spirit Pagoda, he could only apologize to his lord and the others.
The Spirit Pagoda was also in Shrek City. Although it was far away and would not be struck by the heavenly tribulation's central attacks, and the Spirit Pagoda should be able to withstand it, enormous damage would be inevitable.
Those were all soul spirits his lord and the others needed. They were all his people.
I hope you can evacuate as many as possible!
"Sigh."
"Lord Dragon God, why must you treat us soul beasts so harshly?"
Di Tian's ninety-year apocalyptic heavenly tribulation spent two full hours gathering.
A full nine thunder vortices had already appeared in the sky, each containing terrifying lightning.
By now, the temperature in Shrek had been forcibly raised by several dozen degrees, making the entire Shrek City feel as though it were inside a furnace.
In two hours, fewer than half of its tens of millions of people had escaped.
Those who remained were all trapped in Shrek City, weeping in despair.
Many ordinary people had already died under the scorching heat.
Shrek prioritized only the evacuation of soul masters, because they were Shrek's true hope.
As for these ordinary people?
What the Douluo Continent lacked least was commoners.
Yun Ming was on the verge of collapse. He could feel the heavenly tribulation about to descend, but no matter how hard Shrek's powerhouses tried, they could not awaken the Golden Ancient Tree, much less take it away.
And all of Shrek was carved into the Golden Ancient Tree. Shrek's ten-thousand-year foundation could not be moved at all.
What drove him to even greater despair was why, after several whole hours, no reinforcements had arrived.
The message had been delivered instantly. With demigod- or even quasi-god-level cultivation enhanced by four-word battle armor, combined with short-range spatial teleportation, even Cao Dezhi, the farthest away in the Blood God Legion, should have arrived by now. Yet not one person had come to their aid!
He immediately called Chen Xinjie on his communication device. No longer caring about appearances, he angrily demanded:
"Chen Xinjie, Elder Long is near death! Shrek is in imminent peril! It has been hours, and you still aren't here. What exactly is the meaning of this?"
The moment Yun Ming said this, Chen Xinjie grew anxious:
"What did you say? What happened to Yeyue?
Near death?
How could she be near death?
You have two mighty quasi-gods, with Ya Li supporting you, and you even have a demigod position. A mere Di Tian, however troublesome, could not possibly have reduced you to the point of leaving Yeyue near death!"
"That mad dog Di Tian triggered his 900,000-year heavenly tribulation at our Shrek Academy!
Elder Long has sworn to live and die with Shrek. The heavenly tribulation is about to descend. If you arrive late, all you can do is collect our corpses!"
"Madman! Madman! Madman!"
After hearing Yun Ming's words, Chen Xinjie's expression turned anxious as well. He had truly never expected such a turn of events, and it immediately threw him into a panic.
At this point, Yun Ming also began questioning him:
"Why have you been delayed for so long?
You were clearly attending a meeting at a War God Temple branch in a city not far from Shrek. Elder Long told me. You should have been the first to arrive!"
"The Qiangu Clan blocked my way. I thought it was nothing serious and didn't fight in earnest, so I was delayed for a while."
Chen Xinjie was now filled with regret. He immediately cut off the call and looked at Qiangu Qingfeng, who was already coughing up blood nonstop before him.
"Spirit Pagoda, you actually dare collude with soul beasts! If anything happens to Yeyue, my War God Temple will fight your Spirit Pagoda to the death, and I, Chen Xinjie, will make your Spirit Pagoda pay in blood!"
"Pfft! Hahaha..."
Holding the Infernal Halberd, Qiangu Qingfeng spat out a mouthful of blood and continued to stand in Chen Xinjie's path, unbowed:
"The gap between a demigod and a quasi-god really is enormous.
With Han Tianyi using Mental Interference from the side, even after giving it my all, I couldn't hurt you in the slightest. You haven't even expended much soul power. But this isn't over yet!"
"Get out of my way! If you dare waste any more of this Temple Master's time, I really won't be able to stop myself from killing you!"
"Heh, you make it sound as though you could kill me whenever you pleased.
And Chen Xinjie, you got one thing wrong!
It isn't you who will fight us to the death. It's us who will fight you to the death."
"Ever since Long Yeyue barged into our Spirit Pagoda all those years ago, brazenly killed several people, and slapped the Pagoda Master of our Qiangu Clan across the face, stripping our Qiangu Clan and the Spirit Pagoda of all dignity and grinding our prestige into the dust, we have already been locked in a fight to the death with you.
Chen Xinjie, if Long Yeyue had not pulled that stunt back then, we would not be here today stopping you from reinforcing Shrek.
This is the cycle of cause and effect, retribution that never fails. Long Yeyue brought all of this upon herself. Even if she dies, she has no one else to blame. She caused it all herself."
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