Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 112 The Ghost Emperor was impressed; the entire inner court came out, swords drawn, ready for battle (Please subscribe)

"Damn, I'm impressed! The Federation is far more adept at stirring up trouble than we are. This is truly a spectacle!"

Having thoroughly enjoyed watching the show, the Ghost Emperor felt for the first time that keeping Feng Zaixing alive was better than killing him now. If Yun Ming hadn't regressed, Shrek Academy would have been expelled today.

With Yun Ming's retreat, will the Sky-Piercing Spear still possess its invincible edge? For powerhouses at their level, any flaw in their mental state will inevitably affect their cultivation; it's truly something to look forward to.

The Dark Blood Demon said with some regret, "It's a pity we didn't fight, otherwise we would definitely have helped out!"

Leng Yulai licked her lips: "I can't wait to harvest Shrek's souls too."

"Snap"

The Ghost Emperor turned and slapped both of them, saying with exasperation, "Idiots! Two idiots who could be in a museum!"

"Shrek is already worried about their bad reputation, and the Federation will certainly not tolerate us. If they show themselves, we'll all be doomed!"

Yu Guanzhi has reservations about blowing up Shrek, but if he were to blow them up, he wouldn't hesitate to empty the cannon barrel.

"Since we're already here, let's study the terrain so we'll have more experience next time." The Ghost Emperor flew away, perfectly balancing work and rest. "My lord, wait for me—" The Dark Blood Demon hurriedly flew up.

Leng Yulai's mature body trembled slightly. Her cold, beautiful eyes fixed on Yun Ming, then looked at the peerless blue-clad youth, and followed the group with a hint of reluctance.

"Yun Ming, we'll see each other again sooner or later; and this little guy, you're really attractive."

"Boom!"

Inside the Sea God Pavilion, Yun Ming slammed his palm down on the table, shattering it. Shame, pain, and madness surged across his face, transforming into a low, furious roar.

"A disgrace! The greatest disgrace Shrek has ever suffered in 20,000 years! We must remember this somber day and wait for our revenge."

He achieved early success and had a smooth life. How exhilarating it was to fight the Ming capital alone in the past! Today, however, he was attacked in the same way in Shrek City.

He stole Ya Li to prove his talent as the best in the world, while Feng Zaixing stole Shrek Academy's highest honor, to become famous by stepping on the head of the world's number one!

It's incredibly ironic, like a cycle of reincarnation.

The elders bowed their heads and remained silent. Even Ya Li did not try to persuade them. Their faces were filled with grief and indignation, and their surging soul light was released uncontrollably, causing a violent storm to rise in the Sea God Pavilion.

Twenty thousand years of glory were about to be ruined in their hands; they were all going to become the sinners of Shrek Academy.

Fortunately, the culprit, Long Yeyue, felt ashamed to attend the meeting and had already hidden away under the pretext of "feeling unwell," so no one was bothered by the whispers.

After a long silence, Yun Ming sighed and whispered:

"Among the disciples under the age of twenty in the inner academy, who are capable? I'm referring to Battle Armor Masters with a cultivation level of Soul King or above."

Feng Zaixing's combat strength is outstanding, no less than mine back then. Unless a Soul Master has the potential to become a Quasi-God, anyone who fights him is courting death.

Without a doubt, the current inner court has no future quasi-gods.

Zhuoshi swallowed hard and replied, "There are some Soul Kings under the age of twenty in the Inner Court, but not many have the potential to reach the limit."

"The last descendant of the Phoenix Ma family, Ma Tianzhao, the Golden Crow of Evil Fire, a level 58 Power Attack-type Battle Soul King, is currently attempting to break through to the Two-Word Battle Armor."

"Cai Yun of the Lonely Moon Clan, with the Martial Soul Moon, is a Level 56 Power Attack Type Battle Soul King and was once ranked first on the list of young geniuses."

"Currently, the top of the list of young geniuses is Taocan Xuankui, a level 55 offensive-type Battle Soul King, followed by Qingying Shenying Song Ying, a level 54 agility-type attacker—"

"Agility-based attackers go without saying."

Yun Ming raised his hand, breathing heavily, and shook his head, saying, "They're not enough!"

Feng Wuyu said indignantly, "No way, boss? These kids are all top-tier talents, guaranteed to be at least Super Douluo level. Can't they even beat a Soul Master like him?"

"Didn't you notice the sword spirit fluctuations of Feng Zaixing on the Angelic Holy Sword?"

Yun Ming glanced at him, a cold, awkward smile appearing on his lips.

"Sword Soul? I thought it was Long Tianwu—"

Feng Wuyu absolutely believed Yun Ming's words. He inhaled sharply, his face showing extreme shock.

The soul skill level of a weapon spirit can be effective in battles against Super Douluo, and a Soul Master with a sword spirit can definitely fight against a Soul Emperor.

"Aren't we going to fight? The inner court disciples are going crazy."

Amidst the sorrowful faces of the world, outside the Sea God Pavilion, the inner disciples unanimously elected Tang Yinmeng as their leader. They knelt down in unison, their expressions resolute, shouting, "We are willing to sacrifice everything for the glory of Shrek Academy!"

The voices were perfectly synchronized, like a cult chanting. Lan Muzi struggled to her feet and said, "Sect Leader, esteemed elders, Feng Zaixing has erected thirteen arenas in front of the Spirit Pagoda, challenging all academies. Some academies have already gone to challenge them. If Shrek Academy cowers and refuses to fight, the consequences will likely be far more severe than defeat!"

"I believe that our juniors are prepared. There have been many such moments of crisis in the history of the academy. Tang San, our ancestor 20,000 years ago, and Lingbing Douluo, 10,000 years ago, both turned the impossible into the possible and created the Shrek Academy myth. Why can't we?"

"Let them go, Master! Shrek Academy cannot be humiliated!"

After Lan Muzi finished speaking, she knelt down with a "plop," her forehead and wrists bulging with veins, her voice filled with a madness that showed no fear of death.

Inspired by Lan Muzi's kneeling, the elders' calls for battle from the inner disciples grew increasingly jarring, and they all made up their minds, looking towards Yun Ming.

"Boss?" "Sect Master?"

"Stop talking, I'm afraid they'll follow in the footsteps of the Temple of War."

Yun Ming's expression was pained. In the battle of Mingdu back then, he shattered the confidence of more than a dozen War Gods from the War God Hall. Since then, those War Gods have made very slow progress, or even made no progress at all.

Feng Zaixing is the same kind of person as him. Yan Ling and the other seven are in a great decline in morale. Ye Xinglan's sword heart has shattered. If this group of inner court disciples also loses, Shrek Academy will be wiped out.

Ya Li grabbed Yun Ming's hand, which had been trembling ever since he came down: "Brother Ming, the academy can support them and prevent a tragedy from happening."

"Yeah, boss, we can support them." "I don't believe Feng Zaixing is that audacious!" "At worst, we can use a tag-team strategy; Feng Zaixing can't possibly defeat them all before his soul power is exhausted!"

The elders all spoke at once, firmly advocating for war.

Yun Ming closed his eyes to feel the support of his wife and colleagues, listened to the elder's words and the students' shouts, and finally nodded heavily. He opened his eyes, revealing a raging fire.

"Good! I order the four major sub-professional associations to cooperate and do their utmost to forge two-word battle armor for them!"

"All disciples above the Soul King level, please engage in battle!"

"yes!"

Feng Wuyu and the three elders responded loudly, and Lan Muzi stood up and walked out of the Sea God Pavilion to announce the news of accepting the challenge to the disciples of the inner courtyard.

Soon, a top-tier student from the fourth ring expressed his dissatisfaction.

"Why can't we fight? We want to fight too!"

"Yes! We want to fight too! We're part of Shrek Academy too!"

An inner court disciple loudly echoed, strongly demanding that the standards for participation be lowered to the level of the Soul Sect.

Ma Tianzhao stood up from the crowd, seemingly possessed by the Golden Crow, and shouted loudly, "Sect Leader, Elders, I am willing to lead my junior brothers and sisters into battle, even if it means carrying a coffin, until we fight to the death!"

"Bring your coffin into battle, fight to the death; bring your coffin into battle, fight to the death—"

The inner court disciples above the third ring level were in an uproar, forcing Lan Muzi to return to the Sea God Pavilion to seek their opinions.

After another round of verbal sparring, Yun Ming reluctantly relented.

"The Soul Sect can go, but we must not wage war against the Wind again."

Beneath the Spirit Pagoda, thirteen arenas are arranged in a row, with the four arenas being the largest, where members of the Nine Star Society, including Xu Yucheng and Wu Siduo, are stationed.

In the core nine arenas, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, and Yuan Enyehui stood in turn, followed by Gu Yue and Na'er's Silver Dragon combination, with Wang Wen, Xu Miao, and Yu Xin, who had the highest cultivation levels, standing behind them.

On the ninth arena, Feng Zaixing sat cross-legged, his imposing figure standing like an ancient mountain, his handsome face with his eyes half-closed as he rested.

A purple angel lightsaber, its blade radiating a powerful aura, was planted beside him. Three pairs of wings extended from the hilt, and the sword itself was as golden as gold. The domineering sword energy it emitted made the Soul King tremble with fear, and the purple-gold color spread across the sky.

In the sky, the wind and clouds surged, and the pressure and temperature on the arena continued to rise. It was his will connecting with heaven and earth, accumulating the momentum in his chest.

Alone, I stand with my sword against the Purple Flower, awaiting the heroes of this era to come and fight.

However, the sky changed from daylight to night, and then from night to light, and no one was able to reach him.

Le Zhengyang, Le Zhengen, Kong Yao, and Yu Guanzhi, the four ultimate masters, each stood in their own direction, while Long Tianwu and Su Mengjun's twin swords hovered in the air, gazing at the ancient academy that hadn't moved for a day.

Tang Wulin's team had already run out, and many academies set up camp on the spot, watching the competition from morning till night, also looking forward to Shrek Academy's response.

Suddenly, as the first light of dawn swept across the horizon, the ancient city walls of Shrek's inner city opened wide, and Yun Ming, along with a group of elders, appeared in the airspace below them. Dozens of young figures with surging soul power rushed out like a swarm of bees, their faces filled with anger and sorrow, followed by long coffins wrapped in white cloth.

"Shrek Inner Court, accept the challenge!"