Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 165 The Black and White Twin Holy Dragons

The Dark Dragon King stared at Xuanzi and said, "I am not interested in battles between you humans. I am here today for two reasons: first, to clean up the mess, and second, to protect Qiu'er. But if you hurt her, I cannot guarantee whether I will intervene."

The Dark Dragon King, dressed in a black armored battle dress, looked extremely beautiful as she gazed at Xuanzi.

"You possess a trace of A-Tu's bloodline, but... you haven't unleashed the true value of A-Tu's bloodline martial spirit." The Dark Dragon King sensed no domineering power from A-Tu's bloodline within him; it was so weak, a real waste.

Xuanzi's veins bulged, his anger, stung by the words, almost overwhelmed his reason, but he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor: "Your Excellency Dark Dragon King, since you have no intention of interfering in this contest, please refrain from making unwarranted judgments." He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, "If you have no intention of participating, I hope you will step aside for the time being!"

The Dark Dragon King's pupils contracted sharply, and a dark mist rose around her, her oppressive aura enveloping the surroundings like a tangible force. A cold smile curled at the corner of her lips, her voice carrying a chilling edge: "Human, are you ordering me around?"

Cold sweat beaded on Xuanzi's forehead. He suppressed the fear surging in his heart and forced himself to speak: "I dare not! But I have a question in my heart and hope that the Dragon King can enlighten me—is the 'no mortals allowed' prohibition in the Star Dou Great Forest biased?"

The deep ravine that Gu Yuena had previously cleaved in the ground looked like a hideous scar in the twilight.

"Won't such isolation lead to widespread death and destruction and sever the flow of life between heaven and earth?"

The Dark Dragon King tilted her head back and let out a cold laugh, her crimson eyes surging with murderous intent: "The stupidest thing I've ever done in my life was wasting my breath arguing with you!" Her demonic energy surged, and the ground beneath her feet cracked inch by inch. "When did the Star Dou Great Forest become your human possession? Since you wish to seek your own death, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

Before he could finish speaking, a jet-black beam of light, carrying devastating power, shot into the sky. Xuanzi had no time to react before being struck by this terrifying force, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

………………

On the other side, in Long Xiaoyao's position.

Long Xiaoyao looked up at the churning clouds on the horizon, his aged voice carrying a hint of understanding and emotion: "Old friend, you have finally come."

Moon's figure appeared here, radiating endless light and sacred colors, with a white golden dragon emerging behind him.

Moon's figure suddenly appeared, surrounded by a sacred and dazzling radiance, as if he had gathered thousands of stars into one body.

In an instant, a phantom of a pure white golden dragon slowly emerged behind him, its scales shimmering with a cool, radiant light, and its winding body exuding an aura of supreme majesty.

The two Holy Dragons, who once dominated the Douluo Continent and intimidated all directions, have reunited in this world. Time, like a knife, has etched lines of hardship onto their faces. The once spirited young men now have graying temples and eyes filled with the wisdom and experience of life. Looking at each other, no longer the same as before, a sense of melancholy fills their hearts. A thousand emotions coalesce into a long sigh, quietly dissipating in the air.

Because the Heavenly Ranking has returned to the youth, but all that remains is endless sighing.

"Great Elder," Zhang Peng transmitted his voice to Long Xiaoyao while carrying the half-dead Netherworld Douluo.

"You all leave now, I'd like to have a few words with an old friend."

Zhang Peng's expression was solemn. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Yes, sir." He looked up at Mu En, a hint of awe flashing in his eyes. Then, surging dark clouds rose around him, transforming into a black streak of light that disappeared into the horizon in an instant, accompanied by a howling wind.

Zhang Peng was speechless. If he had known the team was this strong, he would never have come.

Three level 98 Super Douluo, it wasn't supposed to be at most one Super Douluo, but they gave me three.

No wonder that bastard didn't come. Did he know beforehand that there were three Super Douluo here, and instead sent his own retainer, he lost a Title Douluo?

You're just a Limit Douluo, what are you afraid of?
Zhang Peng sped along, his mind a jumble of thoughts. Zhongli Wu's sinister gaze lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help but wonder, "When did I offend this guy?" Cold sweat trickled down his back. He gritted his teeth, silently calculating: He had to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible, or he might be tricked by this bastard again, leaving not even a bone behind!
Mu En also said to Yan Shaozhe, "You should leave too. What about the casualties?"

Mu En's gaze turned somber as he turned to Yan Shaozhe and said in a deep voice, "You should retreat as well. What were the casualties this time?" His voice was low and carried an undeniable authority, but the end of his tone trembled slightly, revealing a hint of concern and worry.

Yan Shaozhe's expression softened slightly, and he cupped his hands in reply, "Fortunately, there were no casualties, only minor injuries. Returning to the academy and having Elder Zhuang treat them should allow all the wounded to recover." Mu En's gaze was resolute, and he said in a deep voice, "You should all return quickly; there are no more ambushes here." With that, he waved his hand lightly, and a soft golden halo spread out like ripples. In an instant, the wounds on everyone's bodies healed at a visible speed, their pale faces regained their color, and the heavy injuries vanished in an instant under this miraculous power.

"Yes, Elder Mu." Yan Shaozhe and the others transformed into light and disappeared.

Sun and Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy.

The group returned to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy without any problems, and Jing Hongchen immediately met with Kong Deming to discuss matters.

"You mean, you were attacked?" Kong Deming's gaze was fixed on the travel-worn Jing Hongchen in front of him, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

Just now, Jing Hongchen, who had just returned to the Sun Moon Empire from Shrek City, recounted everything that had happened on the way. Kong Deming wasn't initially surprised upon hearing this news—after all, Xuanzi, as a highly influential elder of Shrek Academy, had always acted quite strangely, so such an action seemed reasonable. However, as Jing Hongchen detailed the events, he was slightly surprised, realizing that Xuanzi had indeed actually laid an ambush halfway through the journey.

Jing Hongchen's face was grim. He nodded heavily, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage: "That old bastard! How dare he lay a hand on the elite students carefully nurtured by my Sun Moon Empire!" He slammed his fist on the table, splashing tea from the teacups. "If we hadn't been prepared, the exchange students who accompanied us, including myself, would probably have perished at his hands! However..." His tone shifted, a meaningful sneer playing on his lips. "This attack wasn't entirely fruitless; we uncovered crucial intelligence."

"Tell me."

Jing Hongchen told Kong Deming about the Dark Dragon King and the Light Dragon King, saying that the waters of the Star Dou Great Forest were far deeper than he was.

These are just two people, yet they are far more powerful than Di Tian.

However, this matter is beyond their control; the soul beasts' authority...
Inside the vermilion pavilion, candlelight flickered. Zhongli Wu's gaze swept over Zhang Peng and Youming Douluo standing in the hall, his brows furrowing slightly, his tone tinged with doubt and displeasure: "Why are there only the two of you? Where did Wan Hun go?"

Zhang Peng's expression was solemn. He knelt on one knee, his voice low and hoarse: "Master! The intelligence for this operation was wrong! The enemy actually had three level 98 Super Douluo hidden in their ranks! Wan Hun... Wan Hun fought valiantly but was no match for them and was killed on the spot by Qingying Douluo!" His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his eyes were filled with resentment and grief. The air in the pavilion seemed to freeze because of this bad news.

Zhongli Wu slammed his fist on the table and rose abruptly, his crimson sleeve sweeping over the bronze candlesticks, the flames flickering and struggling on the floor. Veins bulged on his neck, and his pupils contracted sharply: "Say that again! Ten thousand souls were killed?! This operation actually resulted in the loss of a Title Douluo?!" His hoarse roar shook the beams and pillars of the pavilion. He grabbed the jade pendant from his waist and smashed it against the wall. The sound of shattering jade mixed with suppressed gasps exploded in the deathly silent space.

It should be understood that it is very difficult for their Holy Spirit Cult to cultivate a Title Douluo-level evil soul master, so a Title Douluo-level evil soul master cannot be lost.

Every death is a tremendous loss for the Holy Spirit Church.

Zhongli Wu's eyes were bloodshot, like burning embers, and the veins on his neck bulged like a writhing dragon. His deafening roar tore through the deathly silence of the attic: "Song Yunzhi!!!" The sound wave, carrying overwhelming rage, made the copper bells hanging from the beams shake wildly. The tinkling sound, mixed with his heavy breathing, sounded like a death knell under the blood-red setting sun.

"The leader."

Zhongli Wu stood there for a long time, the chill emanating from him almost solidifying. His throat bobbed, and he finally spoke, suppressing his hatred: "All of you, step back. I, the leader of this sect, will definitely avenge the loss of the Ten Thousand Souls Douluo."

"Yes, Master!" Zhang Peng and Youming Douluo bowed respectfully, but hesitated to move due to their fear—the Master's withered fingers gripped the gilded teacup tightly, with dark red blood seeping from between his fingers.

After the two left the pavilion, Zhongli Wu suddenly slammed the teacup to the ground. Amidst the crisp sound of the celadon shattering, he stared at the mess on the floor, a cold smile curving his lips.

The Mingdu Tournament a year later will be his arena of revenge—whether it's causing the Shrek Academy's participating disciples to bleed on the field, or setting up an inescapable trap to ensnare them, those people must pay the price for the death of Wan Hun.

He turned away with a flick of his sleeve, his scarlet cloak sweeping across the shattered porcelain, leaving only the empty attic sobbing in the twilight.

In the Sun Moon Empire's office, Jing Hongchen paced back and forth, his hands behind his back. The crystal chandelier illuminated the calculating glint in his eyes. A sinister smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Xuanzi, you've delivered this weakness to your doorstep."

Over the years, Shrek Academy has attracted countless geniuses with its reputation as the "Holy Land of Soul Masters," but now this glamorous facade is about to be torn away. Jing Hongchen, recalling the pious looks those Soul Masters gave Shrek, and then the scene of Xuanzi leading his men to ambush them, couldn't help but sneer. He ordered his men, "Spread the news immediately, emphasizing how Shrek bullied the weak, not even sparing exchange students."

In his view, Shrek Academy's so-called justice was nothing but a fig leaf. While there were certainly rational people in the academy, many more wore a cloak of righteousness while engaging in shady dealings. If this scandal were made public, what would those geniuses who flocked to Shrek Academy think? The entire Soul Master world of the continent would likely re-examine this "holy land" that had stood for a thousand years.

(End of this chapter)