Carrying a Speaker

The five landed on the arena. Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing simultaneously deactivated their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, and the Hell White Tiger dissipated into specks of white light. The two stood side by side, their breathing still a little rapid, but the joy in their eyes was impossible to hide.

Tang San looked at Hu Liena, who was struggling to get up, and said calmly, as if stating a fact. "Your Self-Created Soul Skill are far inferior to Feng Xiaotian's."

"You!" Hu Liena suddenly raised her head, forcing herself to stand up straight by pushing herself against the ground, her eyes filled with resentment. She wanted to rush up again, but a dull thud of a scepter hitting the ground came from the high platform.

Bibi Dong's voice wasn't loud, but it drowned out all the noise in the arena. "The Spirit Hall concedes defeat."

Hu Liena froze in place, her clenched fist trembling slightly, her nails digging into her palm, before finally slowly relaxing.

The referee was stunned for a moment before reacting, raising his right arm and shouting in disbelief, "Shrek Academy —wins!"

Oscar leaned closer to Tang San, his voice low but barely concealing his joy. "Third Brother, you know how to kill someone by destroying their spirit."

Tang San scratched his head, looking somewhat innocent. "I was just stating the facts."

The words had barely left his mouth when a chubby figure leaped from the waiting area, grabbed Wang Xingyu in a hug, and shouted at the top of his lungs that the entire arena buzzed, "Brother Yu! We won! We won! Hahaha--I have Soul Bone now!"

Seeing Ma Hongjun's ecstatic expression, Dai Mubai couldn't help but tease him, "Fatty, are you that excited?"

Ma Hongjun immediately released Wang Xingyu, puffed out his chest, and declared confidently, "Boss Dai, I think you're just jealous of my Soul Bone!"

Dai Mubai was silent for a moment, then began to crack his knuckles, making a loud cracking sound, "Hey--you're asking for a beating."

On the stands, Ning Fengzhi stood up, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared in his palm.

The shimmering light cascaded down from the tower, landing on both the Shrek Academy members and the Spirit Hall Academy team members, and the Soul Power consumed by both sides was recovering at a visible speed.

After everyone was basically in good condition.

The referee announced loudly, "The competition is over. Please welcome the Pope to present the awards!"

Bibi Dong, holding a scepter, slowly walked down from the high platform.

Tang San looked at Dai Mubai, but Dai Mubai turned to Tang San, Xiao Wu, and Wang Xingyu: "You three go. Your contribution will be far greater than mine as the captain."

Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Oscar also nodded.

Wang Xingyu thought that Tang San should go up there, but the two of them looked at him at the same time. Xiao Wu tilted her head and said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Xingyu, you go up there." Tang San also nodded.

Wang Xingyu was silent for a moment. If he was forced to pretend, he could only respectfully comply.

He walked up to Bibi Dong, knelt on one knee, and accepted the brocade box containing the Soul Bone with both hands. Upon closer inspection, Bibi Dong's appearance was even more striking than Chrysanthemum Douluo's.

Bibi Dong looked down at him, her voice dignified and solemn. "Congratulations on winning the championship. I hope you will make outstanding contributions to the Soul Master World in the future."

"Thank you, Your Pope," Wang Xingyu replied.

The cardinal beside him introduced the three Soul Bone in the brocade box in turn, "These three Soul Bone are— the Right Arm Bone of Fire, the Left Leg Bone of the Gale, and the Spirit Wisdom Skull the 60,000-year-old Holy Illusion Demon Ape."

Upon hearing the words "Holy Illusion Demon Ape," Xiao Wu instinctively took a step forward. Tang San calmly took her hand and gently pulled her back to his side.

Wang Xingyu stood up. Bibi Dong looked at him and asked, "Are the three of you willing to join the Spirit Hall?"

Wang Xingyu replied with a smile, "Thank you for your kindness, Pope. However, joining the Spirit Hall is out of the question. But we can carry on your will."

"Oh? My will?" Bibi Dong repeated it with great interest. She didn't press further, but simply nodded and said, "Alright."

As for what that will is, it is, of course, to destroy the Spirit Hall.

Wang Xingyu turned around and returned to the Shrek team.

Ma Hongjun eagerly took the Right Arm Bone of Fire, holding the crimson bone in both hands and examining it from all angles. Finally, he even lowered his head and kissed it twice, his expression extremely lewd.

The Left Leg Bone of the Gale was returned to Zhu Zhuqing. She took the bone fragment, her fingertips gently tracing the flowing white patterns on its surface, and glanced up at Dai Mubai. Dai Mubai nodded to her.

Wang Xingyu picked up the 60,000-year-old Spirit Wisdom Skull, turned to Ning Rongrong, and said apologetically, "Rongrong, give this one to Little San first. I'll get you a bigger one later."

Ning Rongrong smiled and shook her head, her tone relaxed and sincere. "It's alright. Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect doesn't lack these things."

Oscar peeked over from the side, his peach blossom eyes filled with anticipation. "Why didn't you get me a big one too?"

Wang Xingyu glanced at him. "Go do it yourself."

Oscar looked sad and shrank back, while Ning Rongrong covered her mouth and chuckled beside him.

Bibi Dong watched them finish distributing the Soul Bone and nodded slightly. "Now that the distribution is complete, the competition has successfully concluded. Next, let's get down to business—"

Her gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Tang San. "Tang San, are you aware that the Clear Sky Sect has been closed? And what is your relationship with Tang Hao?"

Sure enough, Tang San is too conspicuous, even Bibi Dong can't help but feel overwhelmed, but thankfully Xiao Wu hasn't revealed her identity.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, please wait a moment," Wang Xingyu suddenly interrupted her.

He turned around and exchanged a glance with Tang San and Xiao Wu. The three of them simultaneously released their Martial Soul, the Blue Silver Grass and the Soft Bone Rabbit intertwined, and the Son of Blue Silver reappeared on the arena.

This time, the Son of Blue Silver did not launch an attack—several Blue Silver Grass vines extended from its body, gently and swiftly wrapping around the wrists of every member of Shrek. Flender, Liu Erlong, Qin Ming, and Dugu Bo were all included.

Chrysanthemum Douluo tilted his head curiously, looking at the emerald green vine on his wrist, his tone playful. "What are you little rascals up to now?"

Wang Xingyu raised his head, meeting Bibi Dong's probing gaze, a respectful yet unwavering smile on his lips, "We have also prepared a gift for the Spirit Hall. Please wait a moment, Your His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, unable to act immediately; for now, she could only question him.

In less than half a minute, the vines on the Son of Blue Silver's body reached their limit, and the emerald green grass leaves were slightly shiny from the surging energy inside, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

Ma Hongjun understood immediately and shouted, "Phoenix Wings Soaring!"

Suddenly, a pair of crimson fiery wings unfurled from the back of the Son of Blue Silver. With a flap of his wings, he soared into the sky, reaching the highest point above the Pope's Palace in the blink of an eye.

Chrysanthemum Douluo looked up at the ever-shrinking emerald green dot of light, his brows furrowing slightly. "You little rascal, aren't you done yet?"

Wang Xingyu tilted his head back, his tone light with relief. "It should be fine by now."

Boom!

A deafening roar echoed through the sky. A gigantic Blue Silver Thrust, formed from hundreds of intertwined Blue Silver Grass, descended from the heavens, imbued with sword energy, obscuring half the sun.

That enormous object, carrying the force of Thunderous Might, crashed straight down towards the Spirit Hall.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's playful expression vanished instantly, and Ghost Douluo also spoke up, "Hehehe—you're all courting death!"

The two transformed into a streak of yellow and purple light, rushing straight towards Wang Xingyu and his companions.

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a mocking smile, and she lightly waved her scepter. An invisible force surged from the tip of the scepter, freezing the enormous Blue Silver Thrust, which was made of hundreds of intertwined vines, in mid-air, unable to advance any further.

Dugu Bo had just moved, intending to block the combined attack of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, when his hand was only halfway out—

Boom!

A red Clear Sky Hammer descended from the sky, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, and slammed heavily in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

A deep crater exploded in the ground, sending debris flying and the shockwave causing the robes of the two men to flutter wildly. Chrysanthemum Douluo took a half step back, and the ghostly figure behind Ghost Douluo let out a scream.

"A chrysanthemum, a little devil. How dare you both hurt my son?"

A deep voice came from the sky, like muffled thunder rolling through the clouds. Ghost Douluo and the little devil on his back froze simultaneously. The little devil's teeth began to chatter, making a soft, cracking sound, "Gah gah gah-- Tang, Tang Hao? Gah gah gah--"

Wang Xingyu hummed softly, looked up, and saw endless chaos and battle; turning back, he saw you by his side, ready to crush them all.

Bibi Dong suddenly looked up, her gaze piercing through the platform to the sky, her pupils contracting sharply. "Tang Hao!"

In the sky, a man dressed in black robes walked step by step. With each step, a Soul Ring lit up under his feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, until the last ring, red. The red ninth Soul Ring slowly rotated under his feet, dyeing the entire sky a suffocating dark red.

"Hahaha--kid, well done!" Tang Hao glanced down at Wang Xingyu on the stage and burst into laughter, "And nails too!"

Bibi Dong gripped her scepter tightly, her voice as cold and sharp as a knife. "Tang Hao! How dare you be so insolent before the Spirit Hall!"

"Look closely." Tang Hao's voice boomed down from the sky, carrying an undeniable domineering authority, "This is the true— Martial Soul Avatar!"

Behind him, a red, half-human phantom slowly rose. The phantom stretched to the heavens and the earth, holding a similarly crimson Clear Sky Hammer.

The hammer falls.

Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo simultaneously deployed their strongest defenses. Deep within the Pope's Palace, several golden energy pillars shot into the sky, layer upon layer protecting the top of the palace.

But the giant red hammer still slammed down, striking the Blue Silver Thrust. The Blue Silver Thrust shattered inch by inch under the pressure of the two, but still managed to break through the protective shield.

The giant hammer continued its momentum, its remaining force striking the Pope's Palace. Half of the roof collapsed and shattered amidst the roar, sending debris and dust billowing into the sky.

Tang Hao in the air, laughing loudly, his laughter drowning out the rumble of the collapsing ruins. "What the Spirit Hall owes me, I will collect it all, one by one!"

As the smoke and dust cleared, the figure in the sky had vanished.

On the arena, the Shrek team members snapped out of their shock and instinctively looked around— Wang Xingyu and his two companions were gone. The three of them had been standing there just moments before, but now only the empty arena remained.

Just as planned last night.

Ma Hongjun blinked and muttered, "Do they still go home for dinner?"