I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

Tang San's eyes turned blood red, and his voice transformed into that of an evil god. He immediately said in a ferocious manner, "I never expected that you would discover Lin Yuan, you brat."

"I, a first-level deity, have been humiliated by you today. Once I regain my strength, I will surely make you be utterly destroyed..."

"That depends on whether you have the ability."

Lin Yuan snorted disdainfully. Just as he was about to make a move, a vast amount of energy spread outwards like a raging storm, and then a long sword with a blood-red body shot into the air.

However, just as the Asura Demon Sword was about to pierce Tang San's chest, the Evil God suddenly emitted an aura no less than that of a god-level expert, instantly blasting away the Asura Demon Sword Martial Soul in front of him.

Lin Yuan glanced at the buzzing Asura Demon Sword, then looked at the evil god in front of him and nodded, saying, "I didn't expect your strength to have recovered so much. It seems that not killing you back then was the biggest mistake."

The evil god chuckled arrogantly: "Junior, do you really think that anyone can contend with a god-level expert? Don't even mention you, even the Asura God couldn't kill me!"

“My elder brother is the Evil God King. As a fellow God King, even the Asura God King wouldn’t dare to say he’s an enemy!”

The evil god struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from Tang San's mouth, and sneered, "Just wait, next time we meet, I'll make sure your soul is annihilated and you're never reincarnated!"

As the evil god's voice faded, a black portal appeared behind him. Giving Lin Yuan no chance, Tang San retreated directly into the portal.

It's quite obvious that the Evil God never intended to harm Lin Yuan; his priority now is to improve Tang San's strength and restore his cultivation.

Once he returns to his peak condition, he won't even need to worry about Lin Yuan, let alone the Asura God.

Lin Yuan put one hand behind his back, glanced at the Shrek Academy disciples, then snorted coldly, ignored them, and turned to leave Shrek Academy.

Yu Tianheng and Dugu Yan watched Lin Yuan leave, their hearts filled with mixed emotions. If they hadn't left the Heaven Dou Royal Academy back then, would they have reached the Soul Saint level by now?

Yu Tianheng watched Lin Yuan's disappearing figure, a suppressed sigh escaping his throat. When he turned around, he met Dugu Yan's complicated gaze.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Dugu Yan broke the silence: "If you hadn't insisted on leaving the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and coming to Shrek with Qin Ming, would we not even have the right to interfere?"

Dugu Yan's voice trembled slightly, her nails digging deeply into her palms. "Look at the scene just now. Lin Yuan could have crushed us with a single finger, and you..."

If I had listened to my grandfather and rejoined the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Now, she finally regrets it…

She regretted leaving the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and arguing with her grandfather. Now, she truly regretted it.

"enough!"

However, Yu Tianheng suddenly turned around, and sparks flew as his Xuan Yu hand scraped against the stone wall.

"If you hadn't always said that Shrek Academy could help us break through our limitations, would I have given up the comfortable cultivation resources of a noble family? Now that the Spirit Hall is eyeing us covetously, and even Tang San has been possessed by an evil god, you're trying to shift all the blame onto me!"

Yu Tianheng clenched his fist, and his Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Martial Soul uncontrollably erupted with lightning, his hair standing on end in fury.

"You think that if we stay at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Lin Yuan will give us a second glance? We're just more succulent fish on his chopping block!"

Dugu Yan's Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul flickered behind her, poisonous mist spreading from her fingertips: "What a high-sounding reason! You keep saying it's to become stronger, but what have you done? Watching your former classmates being trampled underfoot, all you do is spout empty words!"

Suddenly closing in on Yu Tianheng, veins bulging on his neck, he said, "If you had listened to me back then and used your connections with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan to get close to Emperor Xue Ye, maybe we would be..."

"Now you've become Lin Yuan's puppet?" Yu Tianheng yanked her wrist away and said angrily, "Don't forget, Ning Rongrong is the apple of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's eye. Wasn't she also tortured by that demon to the point that she didn't even dare to use her soul bone?"

"We are nothing but lowly pawns with no background. No matter which side we stand on, we are lambs to the slaughter!"

Yu Tianheng's voice grew softer and softer, finally turning into a self-deprecating sneer: "Perhaps from the moment we left the Royal Academy, we should have understood that so-called freedom is nothing more than allowing us to die with more dignity."

Silence enveloped the two, with the suppressed cries of pain from the Shrek Seven Devils echoing in the distance.

Dugu Yan staggered back two steps, leaned against a stone pillar, and slowly slid to the ground, her Azure Phosphorous Serpent Emperor Martial Soul dissipating into specks of green light.

"Yu Tianheng, you speak."

Dugu Yan's voice was so hoarse it sounded unlike her own, "Did we choose the wrong path from the very beginning?"

Yu Tianheng did not answer, but clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

Looking at the spatial rift torn open by the departing evil god in the sky, the lingering dark aura there is slowly healing.

………………

Outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School castle, silver frost covered the bluestone path, and two patrolling disciples paced back and forth, their footsteps crunching through the snow.

The cold wind swirled ice crystals past the wind chimes on the eaves, creating a soft, tinkling sound in the silent night. One of the people wrapped himself tightly in his fur coat, and his breath instantly condensed into frost flowers.

"Has the sect leader been too cautious lately? Triple the number of patrols. Could it be that someone really dares to target the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"

Don't be foolish.

His companion glanced at him sideways, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the sword at his waist. "Our sect has two Title Douluos in charge, and Senior Sword Master Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword can even cleave through city walls. Even if the Clear Sky Sect attacks..."

The words abruptly stopped, and the disciple froze on the spot, his pupils reflecting a fleeting glimpse of eerie blue fluorescence at the base of the wall in the distance.

As an agility-type Soul Master, his owl spirit instantly possessed him, with fine gray-brown down growing on his head and a sharp beak replacing his original face.

The night breeze carried the faint sound of leather rubbing together. I pricked up my feathered ears and keenly caught three distinct breathing frequencies, moving slowly along the shadow of the city wall.

"You stay here and keep watch, I'm going to the restroom."

The disciple also tried to remain calm and waved his hand, but deliberately turned around and went around to the east watchtower.

After his companions walked away, he immediately tore open his collar, and three gleaming white bone whistles slid from his collar into his palm.

This is a specially made communication device of the sect. As long as it is blown, it can trigger a resonance of soul power within a radius of ten miles.

However, the moment he put the bone whistle to his lips, a chilling sensation suddenly ran down the back of his neck.

Before he could react, he was slammed against the wall, and a sickeningly loud squeaking sound came from his throat.

(End of this chapter)