The Divine Realm?
Good grief, he really could let his imagination run wild, dragging even that into this.
Still, it made sense. Mu En had already lived for over two hundred years.
He knew almost every renowned powerhouse on the Douluo Continent, yet he had no recollection of Mo Lin whatsoever.
And Mo Lin's strength was far too bizarre, nothing like what any other faction could have nurtured.
So it could only be the Divine Realm. Only the Divine Realm could have produced such an existence.
"No."
Just as Mu En was wondering whether the other party might be a divine official or an avatar of some existence in the Divine Realm, Mo Lin flatly rejected his conjecture.
"No?"
Mu En looked slightly stunned at the reply, wondering whether the other party was lying to him.
The others nearby also grew thoughtful as they listened to their exchange.
They all began to question Mo Lin's true identity.
If he really came from the Divine Realm, that would explain the power he had just displayed.
More precisely, they did not believe any faction in this world could overpower Shrek.
That was their pride, and also their arrogance.
In their minds, Shrek was synonymous with the strongest in the mortal world.
Now that its claim to being the strongest had been shaken, they needed a reason to steady the turmoil within them.
Of course, not everyone thought this way. Mu En, for instance, had much simpler thoughts than the others.
His sole reason for confirming Mo Lin's identity was to stay alive.
Yes, he wanted to stay alive, and only a deity could help him with that.
"Put away those petty little schemes. I'm only willing to talk because I still have time. Otherwise, you wouldn't even qualify to stand here."
His tone was indifferent, but he was stating a fact.
Of course, he had the power to back it up. After all, before coming here, he had expected to confront the Divine Realm directly.
The contingencies he had prepared were designed to match the God Rank, or even the God King Rank.
Yet the strongest person here now was merely a half-dead, level-99 Titled Douluo. Even if Mu En used the Golden Ancient Tree's power, he would be no match for him.
Still, when his words rang out, everyone's expressions shifted, though they tacitly chose not to attack.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh-
The sound of air being split came from afar again, and several figures soon appeared.
Apparently, word of what was happening here had already spread, bringing over the elders who had originally been elsewhere.
However, upon seeing Mu En, they all tacitly refrained from attacking. It seemed Mu En's authority still carried considerable weight on Shrek's little patch of turf.
At least while he was alive.
Mo Lin ignored them and flashed over to the still-bewildered Huo Yuhao.
"Tell me, why were you courting death?"
He was neither a fool nor blind. The situation was plain to see.
Mo Lin knew what Yan Shaozhe was like. The man was an absolute egoist.
At this stage, Huo Yuhao held little value to him.
Even so, as a Titled Douluo, he would never casually attack a young boy.
"I..."
Faced with Mo Lin's questioning, Huo Yuhao lowered his head, tightly gripping the dagger that still bore traces of blood, his expression somewhat complicated.
He had calmed down by now and knew he seemed to have acted far too impulsively.
Smack-
A sharp crack rang out through the area.
Without the slightest warning, Mo Lin slapped Huo Yuhao across the face.
The blow was not particularly hard, yet it left half of Huo Yuhao's face swollen.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, looking particularly jarring.
Huo Yuhao did not retreat, nor was there any anger in his eyes. He simply stood there without a word.
"Remember this lesson. Collecting other people's corpses isn't a hobby of mine."
"Don't bare your claws and teeth before you've sharpened them. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind pulling them out right now."
His tone was not especially stern, but a chill ran through every word.
Even Mu En and the others watching from the sidelines showed changes in their expressions.
"I'll give you another chance to choose. Will you stay here, or should I send you to the Body Sect?"
He did not particularly like interfering with other people's destinies, but if possible, he did not want Huo Yuhao to take that path.
There was no other reason. He simply disliked it.
"We at Shrek have no need for a student like that."
Before Mo Lin could receive Huo Yuhao's answer, another disdainful voice came from behind him.
Looking toward the voice, he saw that the speaker was none other than Xuan Zi, whom Mo Lin had toyed with earlier.
"Xuan Zi, shut up!"
Mu En frowned and rebuked him sternly.
"Heh, you old bastard. Didn't your mother teach you not to interrupt?"
As his words fell, space tore open, and an enormous Soul-guided Heavy Cannon appeared in the sky.
Its muzzle pointed straight at Xuan Zi.
"Young friend, we can talk this over!"
Sensing the terrifying energy fluctuations radiating from the muzzle, Mu En hurriedly tried to dissuade him.
However, Mo Lin showed no intention of stopping.
Stop? You tell me to stop, and I have to stop? What were you doing earlier?
"Die."
As that single word fell, the densely packed soul-guidance patterns on the cannon abruptly lit up.
In the blink of an eye, it finished charging.
Boom-!
With a deafening blast, a dazzling pillar of light erupted from the muzzle, aimed straight at Xuan Zi's position.
Of course, since its caliber was rather large, the shot also caught the others around him within its reach.
The pillar of light descended, swallowing everything.
Everyone in Shrek City witnessed this terrifying sight.
With such a tremendous commotion, it was honestly hard not to notice.
Everyone looked up at the sky, stunned by the sight.
An enormous, ink-black cannon barrel stretched across the heavens.
A pillar of light as dazzling as the sun spewed from it.
Terrifying waves of residual energy spread outward, sending some of the nearby students and teachers flying.
Some of the weaker ones even suffered injuries to their internal organs, coughing up blood and fainting on the spot.
The pillar of light did not last long, dissipating completely after a few seconds.
At that moment, Mo Lin and Huo Yuhao stood completely unscathed at the very center of where the pillar had struck.
A closer look revealed a faint golden barrier enveloping them.
Mo Lin held a transparent, pyramid-shaped object in his hand.
That pale golden barrier spread out from it.
This was an imitation Mo Lin had made by copying the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud.
Its function was slightly different, however. The thing had only one use: defense.
Back then, it was making this thing that had drawn Qian Renxue's attention to him, bringing him quite a bit of trouble afterward.
So he was actually very dissatisfied with it. It had completely failed to achieve the effect he had expected.
"Oh, you're pretty hard to kill."
As the smoke and dust dispersed, Mu En and the others could be seen standing where they had been, all covered in dirt and ash.
Though they looked bedraggled, not a single one was missing.
"Looks like a Class 9 Soul Cannon still isn't powerful enough."
Even a surprise attack had failed to seriously injure them.
But it did not matter. He had never expected to finish them off with a single shot anyway.
As the saying went, there was nothing one cannon shot could not take care of. If there was, just fire another!
Mo Lin raised his hand and twisted the inconspicuous bracelet he wore on his arm.
Immediately afterward, a rumble rang out, and the sky darkened.
Looking up, one could see that the sky was now filled with densely packed black cannon barrels.
And this time, the barrels were no longer aimed at a single position, but at the whole of Shrek City.
"Young friend, do you truly mean to fight to the death?!"
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