"Elder Kong, what do you mean?"
Juzi withdrew her gaze upon hearing this and looked toward Kong Deming.
Her cultivation was still shallow, and she couldn't clearly see the battle in the sky, so she could only ask Kong Deming.
"Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, back then, the Black and White Twin Holy Dragons who shook the continent. Today, both of them come with the intent to die; they never planned to leave alive."
After Kong Deming spoke, Juzi slightly raised her eyebrows. Her body unconsciously leaned forward a bit, as if wanting to see more clearly.
"Sigh." Seeing this, Kong Deming seemed to guess what Juzi was thinking. "As a Super Douluo, I naturally have respect in my heart for these two seniors."
"But as a person of the Sun Moon Empire, I must also admit that this is indeed a rare opportunity for us."
"Although we don't fully know what other trump cards Shrek Academy has, with Mu En showing himself today, they've lost one of their foundations. It will be even more difficult for them to stop the army's advance."
"Moreover, the Holy Spirit Cult's Long Xiaoyao also has no intention of surviving. We don't even need to act; the Holy Spirit Cult is already doomed."
"Perhaps it truly is Heaven blessing His Highness." Kong Deming continued watching the several figures clashing in the air, a trace of complexity appearing on his face.
"Roar—"
"Roar—"
Two dragon roars rang out almost at the same time. Brilliant gold collided with black and red on the other side. The dazzling light forced the surrounding onlookers to involuntarily avert their gazes, as if struck by intense stimulation; their eyes streamed with tears.
The sky was torn apart by the powerful forces of the three Limit Douluos. Visible pitch-black cracks appeared out of thin air, and chaotic spatial power leaked out from within, throwing the clouds in the sky into utter disarray.
Some lower-cultivation soul masters were knocked to the ground by the spreading aftershocks, and a few even fainted on the spot.
On the walls of Heaven Dou City, a verdant green soul power barrier rose, blocking the aftershocks spreading toward the city.
On the Sun Moon Empire's side, a group of soul engineers released array soul guidance protective shields, yet they were still forced back two steps by the aftershocks in the air before stabilizing themselves.
Then, under the gaze of countless people, the golden light in the sky gradually faded.
"Elder Mu!"
Xuan Zi shouted urgently and flew up in a rush. However, just as he stepped into the air, a golden-yellow point of light lit up in the dim sky.
Mu En's aura was clearly much weaker, but he still stood in the air.
On the other side, Ye Xishui held Long Xiaoyao's body and fell straight toward the ground.
"Xiaoyao..."
Ye Xishui, who had long believed her heart no longer held any emotion, now had specks of crystal in her eyes.
In the end, she could not deceive herself. Although she had never shown Long Xiaoyao too much intimacy in the Holy Spirit Cult, the feelings in her heart had never changed.
"Cough..." Long Xiaoyao coughed lightly, his tone weak. "You go. Your injuries are not fatal. Mu En cannot stop you."
Ye Xishui did not speak. She only shook her head and held Long Xiaoyao closer to her chest.
Listening to the clear heartbeat by his ear, Long Xiaoyao's breathing calmed slightly. He slowly closed his eyes.
High in the sky, Mu En looked at Xuan Zi approaching from afar and waved his hand. He lowered his head to glance at Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui on the ground and ultimately did not disturb them.
He suddenly turned his head toward Zhongli Wu on the side. The golden light in Mu En's eyes condensed into something almost tangible.
Zhongli Wu felt a chill in his heart, his hair standing on end. He raised his hand, and a weapon resembling both a staff and a scythe appeared in his grasp. Countless beast souls surged toward it.
However, as the golden-yellow light around Mu En grew stronger, the beast souls he summoned melted away one after another.
"Is there anyone else among you who wants to try?"
"I..."
Zhongli Wu only managed to utter one word before Mu En interrupted him. "If you don't dare, then it's time to settle the score for all the innocent lives you've taken."
"Evil soul masters act against the natural order and commit countless atrocities. Your Holy Spirit Cult should not exist in this world."
With that, Mu En reached out with his hand. That right arm covered in dragon scales seemed to cross space itself, giving Zhongli Wu the feeling that there was no way to avoid it.
The Mu En at this moment was no longer the old man at Shrek Academy who only stood at the entrance of the freshman dorms watching new students fight. He was the Dragon God Douluo from a hundred years ago, the one who hated evil as if it were his personal enemy.
Watching Mu En's attack draw closer, Zhongli Wu's eyes nearly split with rage. He opened his mouth and suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Shrek Academy, you dare say our Holy Spirit Cult should not exist? Then what clean place is your Shrek Academy? Your Martial Soul Department's dean, Yan Shaozhe, isn't he also from our Holy Spirit Cult!"
"What!"
Zhongli Wu's voice, amplified by his soul power, carried far. In an instant, both the Heavenly Soul Empire and Sun Moon Empire sides erupted in an uproar.
Countless gazes, both overt and covert, converged on Yan Shaozhe. Various discussions are spread continuously.
On the ground, Long Xiaoyao's eyelids twitched slightly in Ye Xishui's arms. He opened his eyes once more. The surrounding discussions also reached his ears.
He raised his head slightly and met Ye Xishui's eyes. She gave a faint nod. "I never told you—we had a child."
"That child possessed my other martial soul, the Radiant Phoenix. I gave him back my original surname, Yan, and sent him out of the Holy Spirit Cult."
"I never expected that our child's descendant would end up taking Mu En as his master."
Long Xiaoyao's mouth opened slightly, as if smiling. "I… die without regrets. But there is one thing..."
Speaking softly, he suddenly furrowed his brow. His left arm jerked up, and with a flash of cold light, his right arm was severed at the root.
"Take..." Long Xiaoyao furrowed his brow in pain. "Take this soul bone and give it to a child. I beg him—never let that thing fall into the hands of someone with ulterior motives… cough…"
With that, Long Xiaoyao raised his head to look at Ye Xishui once more. "I hope in the next life… we can be true husband and wife..."
Long Xiaoyao's voice grew fainter until, at last, there was no more sound.
Ye Xishui bit her lip. She leaned down slightly and held Long Xiaoyao even tighter.
The surrounding crowd was still in a heated discussion. High in the sky, Mu En heard Zhongli Wu's words, and his body suddenly froze. He wanted to stop it, but it was already too late. He could only let the words spread far and wide.
In his perception, it felt as though countless suspicious gazes had fallen upon him and Yan Shaozhe. With his cultivation, those low murmurs were clear to him.
The Dragon God Douluo Mu En, who could fight on equal terms with both Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, two Limit Douluos, finally, at this moment, seemed to have the last straw placed upon his back and could no longer hold on.
"Elder Mu!"
Mu En only had time to glance up at Xuan Zi. That figure enveloped in golden light completely dissipated into the air.
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