Douluo: Wuhun Qimen Formation, control everything!

Time seemed to be paused at this moment.

Inside the training field, you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone froze, their eyes fixed on the center of the field.

Ling Haochuan's body remained in a forward-leaning posture, while the two fingers that were gripping his longsword made his proud fifth soul skill, "Starfall," a joke.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Ling Haochuan's cheek from his forehead.

He tried to pull his sword back, but the force from those two fingers seemed to be welded shut. No matter how much he activated his soul power, the Star Sword remained motionless.

After twitching a few times, it finally dissipated its martial spirit after meeting Zhou Xuan's smiling gaze.

After taking a few deep breaths, Ling Haochuan bowed slightly and said, "I am completely convinced!"

"Gudong."

Ding Kun, a burly young man standing to the side, subconsciously swallowed.

too strong!
He asked himself, if he had used the Xuan Yan Turtle's defense to take that sword head-on, he would at least have been injured, considering that he was a defensive Soul Master.

But Zhou Xuan only used two fingers?
This is no longer a matter of difference in strength; they are not even on the same level!

He Caitou chuckled, stepped forward, and patted Ling Haochuan on the shoulder forcefully: "How about that? Now you know how formidable our captain is, right?"

Ling Haochuan shook his head with a wry smile and remained silent.

That's more than just impressive; it's downright monstrous.

He truly deserves to be the youngest Sea God Pavilion Master in Shrek's history.

The shyest girl, Xu Yun, gently covered her mouth.

Seeing this, Elder Xuan smiled with satisfaction, and his loud voice broke the silence.

"You all saw that? This is your captain. I don't expect all of you to be like him, but I do require that during the game, you absolutely obey his orders! His words are my words!"

"Yes!"

This time, Ling Haochuan, Ding Kun, and Xu Yun responded in unison, their voices without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Xuan waved his hand: "Since we're teammates now, there's no need to be so polite."

He looked at Ling Haochuan and gave him a few pointers: "Your sword is fast and powerful, but it's too sharp and lacks focus, making it easy for others to target you. Swordsmanship should be about killing with one strike. No matter how fancy the moves are, they are useless if they can't kill the enemy."

This person is actually quite nice; he's straightforward, and Zhou Xuan quite enjoys dealing with people like that.

Ling Haochuan looked down at his empty hands. His martial spirit dissipated, and the sharp sword intent vanished as well.

Zhou Xuan's guidance was spot on.

He always pursued the ultimate sharpness and speed, but ignored the essence of power.

The so-called meteor shower is nothing more than a magnificent appearance driven by soul power. It looks incredibly powerful, but in reality, the power is dispersed and it collapses with a single blow.

"Thank you for your guidance, Captain." Ling Haochuan bowed again, this time with genuine gratitude in his voice. "I was too narrow-minded."

Zhou Xuan nodded: "It's nothing."

"Alright, now that the team has been decided, I won't say anything more." Elder Xuan's booming voice rang out as he walked to the front of everyone. "I'm not the one leading the team to the Sun Moon Empire this time. Elder Song and Vice Dean Xian Lin'er will be responsible for escorting you. You can rest assured about their abilities."

Xianlin'er?
Upon hearing the name, He Caitou instinctively shrank back.

That person is the dean of the Soul Guidance Department, known for her fiery temper, but it is reasonable for her to lead the team to the Sun Moon Empire, after all, her strength is indeed very formidable.

"I'll give you three days to prepare," Elder Xuan concluded. "Meet at the academy gate in three days. The Tang Clan members will also be departing with you. You may all disperse now."

Three days passed by in a flash.

At the main gate of Shrek Academy, two teams stood clearly separated.

On one side was Zhou Xuan's Shrek team, all seven members dressed in matching dark green team uniforms.

On the other side were Tang Ya, Bei Bei, Huo Yuhao, and Wang Dong'er, along with four other people they didn't recognize, presumably all from the Tang Clan. They were all dressed in the same uniform, and the words "Tang Clan" shone brightly in the sunlight.

Because of Zhou Xuan, Tang Ya did not fall into the trap of becoming an evil soul master. Instead, she completely took control of her martial soul. Now, she usually draws the life force of plants in a restrained manner to accelerate her cultivation. Her cultivation has also greatly improved, and she is now a Soul King powerhouse.

"Zhou Xuan." Bei Bei stepped forward first and greeted him gently.

Huo Yuhao followed, a smile on his face: "Brother Zhou Xuan, this time, we're opponents."

"Don't worry, I won't hold back."

"I couldn't ask for more." Huo Yuhao's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. He also wanted to know just how far the gap between himself and Zhou Xuan had widened.

Just then, two figures appeared silently in front of everyone.

On the left is an elderly woman with white hair and a kind face; she is none other than Elder Song, one of the elders of the Sea God Pavilion.

On the right is a beautiful woman who looks to be in her thirties, with a hot figure, dressed in red, who is none other than Xian Lin'er.

As soon as she appeared, He Caitou stood up straight like a mouse seeing a cat.

The real leader this time was Xian Lin'er, while Old Song was in charge of covering everything.

"Is everyone here?" Xian Lin'er looked around, her voice cold.

When her gaze fell on Zhou Xuan, her aloofness softened slightly.

"Now that everyone's here, let's set off." Elder Song said with a smile. With a wave of her hand, a huge silver-white soul-guided flying boat appeared out of thin air and hovered in mid-air.

The flying boat is shaped like a giant seagull, made entirely of rare metals, and its surface is engraved with dense soul-guiding arrays, making it look extremely valuable.

The group boarded the flying boat one by one. The interior space was much more spacious than it appeared from the outside. Although the decoration was simple, it exuded an extraordinary atmosphere.

The flying boat rose silently into the air, transforming into a streak of silver light as it sped off toward the rising sun.

Because they set off early, they weren't in a rush and took their time on the road. After all, these kids hadn't been away from Shrek Academy much, so they treated this opportunity as a vacation.

After several days of flight, as the buildings beneath their feet were gradually replaced by a completely different style, they had entered the territory of the Sun and Moon Empire.

Cities sprang up one after another, their architectural styles vastly different from what they had seen before.

There are no flying eaves or brackets, no pavilions or towers.

Instead, countless towering metal buildings, with sharp angles and cold, hard shapes, have sprung up.

"Hey, is this Mingdu?" He Caitou leaned against the porthole, looking at the buildings below, but he wasn't as excited as he had imagined.

Then he looked at Zhou Xuan.

Shrek Academy's current level of soul guidance technology can be entirely attributed to Zhou Xuan's efforts.

What is a sacred place for a Soul Master is now just so-so in He Caitou's eyes.

"This is the Sun and Moon Empire..." Ling Haochuan murmured to himself. The flying boat slowly descended outside the city, and everyone disembarked.

As soon as everyone stepped off the flying boat, a wave of sweltering heat hit them.

Even outside the city, it was already packed with people.

Soul Masters in various attire gathered in small groups, occupying different areas, with powerful fluctuations of soul energy rising and falling.

"So many people?" He Caitou exclaimed in surprise.

“The new rules allow sects to participate, and all the prominent forces across the continent are probably here. This competition will likely be even more difficult.” Bei Bei’s expression also became more serious.

In the past, the Soul Master Competition was a contest between academies, so some geniuses from various sects would not participate. But this time, it can be said that almost all geniuses under the age of twenty from across the continent will participate.

Just then, a group of people in silver-white uniforms walked through the crowd and headed straight for them.

The leader was a handsome young man in his twenties.

"Welcome to Mingdu, everyone from Shrek Academy and Tang Sect. I am Xu Qiyu, the reception specialist for this competition. I will be in charge of arranging the follow-up matters for you."

Xian Lin'er stepped forward and said calmly, "Thank you for your trouble."

Xu Qiyu bowed slightly, turned around and made a "please" gesture, his attitude not exactly enthusiastic.

"This way, please. Your accommodations have been arranged."

Xu Qiyu led the way with a professional smile on his face, especially when introducing the scenery of Mingdu, his words always carried a hint of pride.

Zhou Xuan didn't take this seriously. With the current development of Shrek Academy's Soul Guidance System, he wouldn't dare say it surpassed Sun Moon Academy, but he estimated it was already close. This was even without him fully promoting the development of combat Soul Guidance Devices.

"That's the Tang Clan? I heard they were quite powerful thousands of years ago, but now they look so shabby."

"Tsk tsk, she is quite good-looking, but it's a pity that she's with such a down-and-out guy. She probably won't even pass the preliminary rounds."

Several undisguised murmurs came from a group of disciples from a nearby sect. They were quite numerous, and the young man in the lead looked arrogant, his gaze lingering on Tang Ya and Wang Dong'er.

However, because Wang Dong'er and the others were with Shrek Academy, they only talked a lot and didn't do anything substantial.

Huo Yuhao's face instantly darkened, and he clenched his fists.

Wang Dong'er was even more blunt, a cold glint flashing in her pink-blue eyes as she said in a cold voice, "Where did this stray dog ​​come from, barking here?"

As soon as she spoke, the discussion on the other side stopped abruptly, and then erupted into even more rampant laughter.

"Hey, this little beauty has quite a temper." The young man in the lead, wearing a crimson-gold team uniform, stepped out. He was tall and had a somewhat wicked look on his face. His eyes scanned Wang Dong'er and Tang Ya without any attempt to hide them.

"I am Wei Jin of the Blazing Sun Sect. May I ask which of you are disciples of the Tang Clan? What, is the Tang Clan now short of people and has to rely on women to save face?"

His fellow disciples behind him immediately burst into laughter, their eyes filled with contempt and disdain as they looked at the Tang Clan.

"You're asking for death!" Huo Yuhao roared.

"Yuhao!" Beibei reached out and pressed down on his shoulder, her grip firm and steady.

He stepped forward, blocking the crowd, his gentle expression gone: "Friend, it seems it's not your place to judge the Tang Clan. We're just passing by, please make way."

To be honest, he didn't want to cause trouble, but if the other party made the first move, he wouldn't be polite either.

Wei Jin scoffed, not only refusing to step aside but also taking another step closer, his arrogant aura overwhelming: "Just passing by? I think you're scared! A sect that's about to be swept into the dustbin of history dares to participate in this continent-wide grand event? What a joke! Why don't you..."

His gaze lingered on Tang Ya for a moment, and his tone became even more lewd: "Why don't you beauties from the Tang Clan come to our Lieyang Sect? I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury, which is much better than following this bunch of good-for-nothings."

Upon hearing this, not only Tang Sect members, but also Jiang Nannan and Xiao Xiao from the Shrek Academy team frowned.

He Caitou clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked.

"Captain, should we help?" Ling Haochuan asked Zhou Xuan with a hint of inquiry.

"No need, they can handle this little thing. Let's go." With the competition about to begin, the Sun Moon Empire will not allow any major conflicts; at most, it will just be some minor skirmishes.

Tang Ya, who had been silent all along, showed no anger on her face at this moment; instead, she revealed a smile.

The smile was beautiful, yet it carried an indescribable eeriness.

"Beibei, move aside." Her voice was very soft.

"Xiaoya." Beibei wanted to say something, but when she met the other's eyes, she couldn't say what she wanted to say. She just whispered, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, I am the leader of the Tang Clan!"

Tang Ya walked out slowly, her figure slender, wearing a black dress.

She looked at Wei Jin in front of her, tilted her head, and asked softly, "You just said that our Tang Clan is trash?"

Wei Jin felt a little uneasy under her gaze, but he remained defiant: "Isn't that right? What is a team that doesn't even have a Soul Emperor if not trash?"

"Oh." Tang Ya nodded, seemingly agreeing with his statement.

Then she smiled.

“You’re right, so a piece of trash should be aware of what it means to be trash.”

The moment she finished speaking, an indescribable chilling aura erupted from Tang Ya!
One by one, jet-black vines silently emerged from the ground beneath her feet. These vines had no leaves, yet their surfaces shimmered with eerie dark purple patterns, wriggling slowly as if they were alive.

Xian Lin'er and Old Man Song both turned their heads, their eyes revealing a hint of surprise.

This is... Blue Silver Grass?

But why does this feel so strange?
"What's going on with Zhou Xuan? This martial spirit?"

"Don't worry, Senior Tang Ya will be fine."

Since Zhou Xuan had said so, the two had no more doubts and had absolute trust in him.

Wei Jin's wicked smile froze, then he burst into wild laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Hahaha! You? A woman? And these few rotten vines?"

His crimson-gold team uniform fluttered without wind, and five spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, and black—suddenly appeared beneath his feet. A scorching wave of energy exploded outwards from him, forcing those around him to retreat.

Blazing flames erupted from his body.

However, Tang Ya's smile remained unchanged.

Instead of being ignited by the flames, the dark vines grew at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, and their tips suddenly branched out into countless smaller branches, like a huge black net that covered the sky and enveloped Wei Jin.

Chi chi chi——

The flames, upon contact with the giant black net, were like embers doused with water, completely consumed by the vines.

"What?!" (End of Chapter)