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Chapter 451 Elder Mu

The light was not dazzling; instead, it possessed a strange power that brought peace to the mind.

But under this light, everyone felt an indescribable, terrifying pressure, as if an invisible hand was gently pressing on their souls.

Those academy experts who had just taken to the air, preparing to head to the palace, were suddenly frozen in place by this overwhelming pressure, unable to move forward even an inch! Some even fell directly from mid-air, looking utterly disheveled.

"This...this is..."

Jing Hongchen, the head of Mingde Hall and a ninth-level Soul Master, has also arrived in mid-air.

He felt the immense yet somewhat familiar pressure, and his expression changed drastically as he looked up at the sky.

At the source of the soft light, an aged figure quietly appeared.

He wore a simple gray robe, his hair and beard were all white, his face was peaceful, but his eyes held a profound insight into the world. He stood there quietly, as if he were one with the world, yet he was also like the sole master of this world.

It was none other than Mu En, the Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion of Shrek Academy, a level 99 Limit Douluo, and the owner of the Holy Light Dragon Martial Soul!

"Moon!"

Jing Hongchen exclaimed in shock, his eyes filled with rage and a deep sense of dread, "What...what are you doing at my Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy?!"

The other titled Douluo-level academy elders, who were also suppressed in place, stared at Mu En in the sky with shock and anger, but dared not make the slightest move.

The pressure from the Limit Douluo was like Mount Tai pressing down, making it difficult for them to even muster the thought of resistance.

Mu En's aged gaze calmly swept over the horrified or angry faces below. He spoke softly, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears: "I have come here only to protect my students. Until this matter is resolved, please remain calm."

Protecting students?

Upon hearing this, Jing Hongchen was first taken aback, then flew into a rage, trembling with anger: "Mu En! What do you mean by that?! Why did you have to show up now of all times! You clearly planned this all along, lying in ambush here!"

He was filled with shock and anger.

Such a tremendous change occurred in the direction of the palace, with the fate of the inhabitants unknown. However, Moon, the pillar of Shrek Academy, appeared like a ghost above their academy and suppressed all the high-end combat forces with thunderous methods.

The timing is just too coincidental!

What kind of existence is the Limit Douluo? The ability to travel a thousand miles in an instant is not an exaggeration.

If you say you just happened to be passing by, no one would believe that!

In an instant, Jing Hongchen felt a chill run through his body. He asked himself if he could last more than a hundred moves against this renowned Limit Douluo in a one-on-one fight.

Right now, the entire academy's high-end combat power is being suppressed by the opponent alone, and they are powerless to resist.

Most importantly, where are our allies? Where are the promised strong reinforcements? Please, lend a hand!

Jing Hongchen was screaming wildly in his heart, but on the surface he could only forcefully suppress his anger and fear, facing off against Mu En in the sky, and for a moment he was caught in a dilemma.

……

Meanwhile, within the Sun Moon Empire, there lies a dense forest perpetually shrouded in black miasma, a place forbidden to the living—the Demon Forest. This is the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult, and also the lair of evil spirit masters across the continent.

Deep in the forest, inside a gloomy temple built of massive black rocks, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Several evil spirit masters, dressed in various bizarre costumes and exuding a strong evil aura, stood silently in place like statues, not daring to move an inch.

Their foreheads were covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and their eyes were filled with a deep-seated fear, as if they were facing some terrifying presence that they could not resist.

In the very center of the hall, a burly figure stood silently with his back to them.

He wore a simple black robe without any extra decorations, but even just his back view exuded an unparalleled majesty that seemed to rule the world and look down upon all living beings.

He seemed to be the master of this dark world, and with every breath he took, he stirred the most primal dark power in the surrounding space.

An invisible yet terrifying aura, heavy enough to crush mountains, enveloped the entire hall.

This is an uninvited guest.

Beast God, Emperor Tian!
The air was incredibly still, and the mud was like a swamp.

Inside the main hall, apart from a few figures, all the other members of the Holy Spirit Sect, regardless of their cultivation level, were forced to kneel on the ground, their bodies trembling violently uncontrollably, and blood even slowly seeping from their seven orifices.

They had lost even the courage to look up; all they could feel was a tremor and fear that came from the depths of their souls.

That oppressive aura was not deliberately targeted at any one person, but rather spread naturally like the power of heaven and earth, crushing the will of every living being here.

Even those evil soul douluos who were powerful enough to dominate the continent and strike fear into people's hearts were barely able to keep from kneeling down.

Their faces were ashen, their legs trembled violently, and their teeth chattered as they used every last drop of their soul power to resist the terrifying force that threatened to crush their spines. Sweat soaked through their robes, mingling with the stench of blood and evil, creating a nauseating stench.

In this scene of forced submission, only three figures stood tall and straight, like black reefs that remained unyielding in the storm.

At the forefront stood a woman in a dark red robe, her face shrouded in a thin layer of blood mist, making it difficult to see clearly. However, her occasionally flickering eyes carried a cold and indifferent gaze that seemed to know life and death. She was Ye Xishui, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Sect, a level 99 Blood Soul Demon Puppet Attack-type Limit Douluo, and known as the "God of Death."

Around her body, crimson soul power flickered, struggling to resist the all-pervasive pressure.

A step behind her stood an ordinary-looking man with a sinister face. He wore a black robe embroidered with intricate demonic patterns, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. He was Ye Xishui's son, the current leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, a level 98 Death God Demon Puppet Soul Master, Zhongli Wu.

At this moment, he was clenching his teeth, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, clearly under tremendous pressure.

On the other side was a woman with a seductive figure, yet exuding an extremely sinister aura.

She wore a black feathered robe, her eyes and brows carrying a subtle allure, yet a mad flame burned deep within them. Feng Ling, the Vice Leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and the possessor of the level 97 Evil Phoenix Martial Soul.

Her martial spirit phantom appeared faintly behind her, black flames flickering with difficulty, resisting the suffocating power.

Ye Xishui slowly raised her head. Her face, shrouded in blood mist, held eyes as deep and dark as blood, piercing the male dragon in the center of the hall—a figure whose mere back view was enough to make the world shimmer. Her voice was hoarse, each word like the clang of metal on metal:

"The arrival of the Beast God Emperor Tian at the headquarters of my Holy Spirit Cult has truly broadened our horizons."

(End of this chapter)