Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Lu Jun did not answer, but silently raised his eyes and took another serious look at Xue Di, who was so close at hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the alleyway, bathing her in a pale golden halo. Her aloof and otherworldly face appeared even more flawless in the light, as if it had gathered all the beauty and charm of the world.

He had to admit that this kind of beauty did indeed possess a magical power to disrupt the world and overturn order.

With a silent sigh, Lu Jun took out a uniquely packaged candy from his storage soul tool and handed it to Xue Di.

"Here, eat first, don't worry about what happened earlier."

He tried to make his tone sound calm.

"We need to find a different place to buy the groceries quickly and then hurry home."

Xue Di's gaze fell on the candy, and a glimmer of light seemed to appear in her cool eyes.

She silently took it, gracefully peeled off the sugar coating with flame patterns, and put the bright red candy inside, which looked as if it were burning, into her mouth.

The next moment, an extremely domineering and intensely spicy flavor exploded in her mouth.

It wasn't just ordinary spiciness; it was a blend of several rare and extreme spicinesses, enough to make an ordinary Soul Master instantly burst into tears.

However, this terrifying spiciness, enough to drive an ordinary person to despair, did not cause Xue Di the slightest discomfort. Instead, an extremely enjoyable, almost languid, expression of contentment appeared on her cool and beautiful face.

She comfortably narrowed her icy blue eyes, and even couldn't help but raise her hands to gently cup her fair cheeks, as if savoring the burning sensation dancing on her taste buds.

As the embodiment of extreme ice, this extreme spiciness is like a wonderful catalyst for her, stimulating her innate vitality and bringing a unique pleasure of ice and fire intertwined.

However, among the many extreme flavors such as sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy, her favorite and most fascinated flavor has always been the spicy flavor that makes her feel warm and stimulated.

Just as Lu Jun was leading Xue Di through the slightly chaotic market in the afterglow of the setting sun, selecting ingredients for dinner and enjoying this seemingly ordinary yet warm and happy daily life.

Thousands of miles away in Shrek City, the Shrek Academy, which once symbolized the holy land of soul masters and gathered countless geniuses and glory on the continent, is now shrouded in an unprecedented desolation and despair.

The bustling scene in front of the college gate, once filled with cars and people, is long gone.

The huge gilded plaque was covered with a layer of gray, and the wide square in front of the gate was deserted. Only a few withered yellow leaves were blown by the bleak autumn wind, swirling around, adding to the desolation.

The magnificent school gate, which usually required queuing to enter, was now wide open, but it was like the silent mouth of a giant beast, exuding a deathly stillness.

Inside the academy, the scene was even more shocking.

The tree-lined avenues that were once crowded with energetic students are now empty and silent, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the echo of one's own footsteps.

Along the roadside, the magnificent teaching buildings, training halls, and laboratory buildings that once represented the various branches of the academy and were brightly lit, filled with the sounds of cultivation or discussion day and night, now mostly had their doors and windows tightly closed, and were pitch black inside, like huge shells that had lost their souls.

On the walls of some buildings, there are even cracks and mottled stains that have not been repaired in time.

The once bustling dormitory area is now almost empty. Clothes no longer hang to dry on the balconies, and young faces no longer peek out from behind the windows.

Only a few windows still let out a faint light, like a few lonely lamps about to go out in a dark ocean, stubbornly and helplessly proving that there is still a glimmer of life here.

New life? It's long gone.

Even the thousands of students who originally belonged to the academy were lost at an alarming rate during this turbulent period.

They either obtained their graduation certificates early through family connections and left in a hurry, or they were urgently recalled by their astute family members and had their studies terminated.

Those who can attend Shrek Academy are either rich or noble, and their families are well-informed and have already received clear news that the Federation is about to take action against Shrek.

When a building is about to collapse, its members naturally scatter as the tree falls and everyone goes off to find their own way to survive.

Today, only a handful of fewer than a hundred people remain in the academy. Most of these are students from ordinary or even impoverished families, possessing talent but lacking connections, isolated from information, or still clinging to a last shred of hope and loyalty to the academy.

They huddled in a corner of the empty campus, their faces filled with confusion and fear; their former pride had long been worn away by the cruelty of reality.

Ironically, such pure disciples were precisely the type that Shrek Academy favored during its heyday, because they were more easily bound by glory and belief.

As for the inner courtyard, the true core and essence of Shrek Academy, the situation was even more appalling.

The Poseidon Island and its surrounding area, which once gathered the most outstanding young talents on the continent, are now deserted and almost completely wiped out. The powerful and potential-filled aura can no longer be felt.

The once sacred place of cultivation is now just empty pavilions and silent statues, telling the story of past glory and present desolation.

Shrek Academy, a sacred place for soul masters with a history of 20,000 years, has reached the end of its fate and is infinitely close to complete annihilation.

An indescribable sense of oppression and despair permeated the air, as if even the light had dimmed, and every inch of land was wailing silently.

……

Poseidon Island, the last core location of Shrek Academy.

Before the giant statue of the original Shrek Seven Devils, symbolizing the origin and glory of the academy, Qingtian Douluo Yunming sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

His posture remained as upright as a spear, but a layer of unyielding solemnity shrouded his brows, even carrying a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

He had already clearly sensed the terrifying and destructive energy fluctuations emanating from the outer space orbit above him, which seemed to be locking onto this place like the Sword of Damocles.

It was an absolute power that transcended the realm of individual martial prowess and was terrifying.

However, even someone as strong as him felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness and helplessness in the face of such an unexpected attack.

Yun Ming could force himself to remain calm and think of a solution, but the other Shrek elders could not be as composed as him.

At this moment, dozens of academy elders, led by Holy Spirit Douluo Ya Li, came together behind Yun Ming.

Each of them possessed profound auras and was a powerful figure above the Title Douluo level, but at this moment their faces were filled with shock, anger, anxiety, and bewilderment at not being able to accept reality.

"Sect Leader, the Federation's actions are utterly outrageous! Not only do they openly protect evil soul master organizations like the Spirit Pagoda, but now they've even targeted Shrek Academy with such a vicious soul tool! This is a desecration of the soul master tradition! It's a trampling on the glory of our ancestors!"

A hot-tempered senior official, his hair and beard bristling, angrily rebuked him. (End of Chapter)