Three days later, in a valley.
Dust billowed through the air, and enormous boulders blocked the road. A long procession had been cut into several sections, and in one of them, the sounds of battle were especially fierce.
Several young men and women stood beside a wrecked carriage. One girl wore a pink-and-white short skirt and tights, and her pretty face was exquisitely delicate. Another wore a purple-black leather jacket and leather pants, her curvaceous figure exceptionally hot. The last girl had blue eyes and red lips. She wore a pale cyan glazed short skirt, exposing her long thighs to the air.
They were Shrek's three beauties, Tang San, and the teachers of Shrek.
Bang! Boom, boom, boom...
Just then, a beautiful woman dressed in dark green was sent flying backward. Flender, the dean of Shrek, hurriedly caught her. "Erlong, are you all right?"
The beautiful woman was Liu Erlong. She wore a dark green leather skirt and leather pants, with high heels on her feet. She was tall and voluptuous, with a slender waist and hips wider than her shoulders. Her protruding backside was round and ample, and her exquisite face had an icy beauty. Her dark green hair was parted to one side and fell to her waist.
"I'm fine. He's very strong, most likely a Titled Douluo!"
"Hehehe..." Chrysanthemum Douluo gave a coquettish laugh. "A Soul Saint of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and that's all you can do?"
Liu Erlong gritted her teeth. "What exactly do you want?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo said lightly, "It's simple. All you have to do is leave that brat behind, and none of you will have to die!"
Liu Erlong shouted, "If you want to kill Xiao San, you'll have to step over our corpses!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo snorted coldly. "You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. In that case, you can go with him!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Just then, an old man in dark green robes appeared in the valley in an instant. "Chrysanthemum Guan, do you really think there's no one at Shrek Academy?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly. "Hmm? It's you, Dugu Bo!"
Meanwhile.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood on a flying sword, his gaze blazing like a torch as he looked at Ghost Douluo. "You're from Spirit Hall, aren't you? I don't want to be your enemy."
Ghost Douluo narrowed his eyes slightly. "Then what do you mean, Sword Douluo?"
Sword Douluo fell silent for a long while. Previously, he might not even have bothered with Ghost Douluo, and might have attacked to drive him away outright. However, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had just changed its strategic decision a few days ago, so he offered a further explanation. "A junior from my family is among them, so do us a favor and let this matter go for today."
Ghost Douluo chuckled. "But if we go back like this, we won't be able to account for ourselves~"
Sword Douluo frowned slightly. "Do you think you'd stand a chance if I intervened? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't want to be your enemy, much less make things too ugly with the other side."
"Withdraw. That way, you'll save face, and it'll make things easier for us too."
Ghost Douluo's pupils contracted. He nodded thoughtfully. "Very well. Chrysanthemum and I will do you this favor today."
Sword Douluo gave a slight bow. "I thank you two elders on behalf of our sect master."
Sword Douluo's strength went without saying. Not only was he one level higher than the ninety-fifth-level Ghost Douluo, but even if their Soul Power levels were reversed, Ghost Douluo might still be no match for him.
Sword Dao Chen Xin was no empty name!
If events had followed their original course, the two would already have started fighting, and before long, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo would have fled in disarray.
But Lin Chen's appearance had caused a slight shift in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's attitude...
The Pope's bedchamber.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the soft couch where the Pope had slept, his palms pressed together as he slowly finished cultivating. The Soul Power in his body had increased by a visible sliver. If he continued cultivating at this rate, he might break through to level fifty-two in less than half a month.
Although his cultivation had advanced, Lin Chen showed no sign of happiness. Instead, he was thoroughly depressed.
Three days!
Three whole days!
Ever since they had entered the bridal chamber that day, Bibi Dong had never returned, as if she had forgotten all about him.
He had only just gotten married, yet he had spent three days alone in an empty room. The poor kid felt aggrieved!
"I can't keep waiting around like an idiot. I'm going to find my wife!" Lin Chen sprang to his feet and strode out of the Pope's Palace.
Spirit Hall occupied a vast area, several times larger than the imperial palace in his previous life. He wandered around the back mountain for a long while before finally reaching the front outer hall, where the Pope's Palace stood.
Tap, tap...
Several Spirit Hall disciples were approaching. When they saw Lin Chen, they hurriedly bowed in respect. "Your disciples pay their respects, Emperor!"
"Your disciples pay their respects, Emperor!"
Lin Chen nodded to them and strode past.
In just a few days, his illustrious reputation had already spread throughout Spirit Hall, and even across the entire Douluo Continent.
Watching his departing figure, the disciples began talking enviously among themselves.
"He only got up at nine in the morning. I'm so jealous!"
"That's early enough. If I were the Emperor, I wouldn't get out of bed for at least three months!"
"You? Who would ever take a fancy to you?!"
"What's wrong with me? I may not compare to the Emperor, but surely I'm better than you?"
The Pope's Palace, at the center of the outer hall.
Two warriors in golden armor escorted a middle-aged man in black into the hall, then closed the doors.
In the seat of honor, Bibi Dong wore a pair of close-fitting purple boots, a crown on her head and a scepter in her hand. Her round, prominent backside rested on the Pope's throne, her long, jade-like legs crossed. She tapped the armrest gently with one delicate hand, her beautiful eyes fixed on the middle-aged man below.
Tap, tap...
The middle-aged man in black had a weathered face. He was Tang San's teacher, Yu Xiaogang.
Bibi Dong said lightly, "Why have you come?"
"Bibi Dong..."
Before Yu Xiaogang could finish, Bibi Dong's delicate brows knitted slightly, and her cold voice rang out. "Please address me as His Holiness the Pope!"
Yu Xiaogang gave a bitter smile. "Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
Bibi Dong's left hand tightened slightly around her scepter. "Speak. What do you want with me?"
Yu Xiaogang explained, "Your Holiness the Pope, I came to ask you a question. How did you overcome the problem of Twin Martial Souls back then?"
Bibi Dong sneered. "Why should I tell you?"
Yu Xiaogang explained, "I took in a disciple some time ago. His name is Tang San, and he has Twin Martial Souls too, so I hoped Your Holiness the Pope could clear up my doubts."
Bibi Dong said expressionlessly, "You want me to tell you, so you can raise a powerful expert to oppose me. Is that it?"
Yu Xiaogang hurriedly said, "No, I guarantee it. As long as Your Holiness the Pope helps him overcome the hurdle of Twin Martial Souls, Tang San will never oppose Spirit Hall?"
Bibi Dong slowly rose to her feet, a strange smile touching her lips. "What a pity, Yu Xiaogang. Even if I told you now, he wouldn't be able to learn it."
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed slightly. "What do you mean by that?"
Bibi Dong chuckled. "To tell you the truth, before you arrived, I sent people to intercept and kill him on the road he had to take. He's already reached the Soul Ancestor rank at such a young age. Most importantly, he's a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect and yours, so... he must die!"
"What?!" Yu Xiaogang's face changed drastically, and he shouted, "Bibi Dong, what exactly are you trying to do?!"
"I'm telling you, Bibi Dong, if anything happens to Tang San, I'll destroy your Spirit Hall!"