Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 92: The Changing of the Guard, Victory Speech, and Long Yeyue's Return (Please Subscribe)

With the great battle over, the six-winged angels reclaimed their divine status, stepping on the prodigies of Shrek Academy to recreate their invincible reputation.

Amidst the restless and noisy audience, a streak of frost-blue sword light flashed out and caught Lan Muzi as she fell from the sky.

Facing the peerless young man high in the sky, Wu Changkong's eyes held a questioning look, while the Heavenly Frost Sword behind him remained unsheathed.

"Feng made it clear before the battle that he had no personal grudges against him, only professional ones."

Feng Zaixing looked down at Lan Muzi, who was unconscious in Wu Changkong's arms, and slowly shook his head:

"The battle is over. Take him back to heal his wounds. I, Feng, am a man of principle and will never do anything as despicable as that old hag from Shrek Academy."

Thank you.

Wu Changkong nodded his thanks, then carried Lan Muzi and disappeared from the stadium.

He didn't ask Feng Zaixing how he planned to deal with the remaining Shrek Academy students; he didn't have the power to protect them, nor did he want to.

If they hadn't acted foolishly, Lan Muzi wouldn't be in this predicament now.

After seeing Wu Changkong off, Feng Zaixing dispersed his battle sword and casually pointed out a series of holy light cages, trapping Ye Xinglan, Yan Ling, and the others. Then he dispelled his martial spirit battle armor and fell into the air along with everyone else.

Makino, who was closest, immediately went up and grabbed Feng Zaixing's wrist, feeling a sudden chill in his heart.

"How could they have pushed themselves to this extent in combat?"

"The atmosphere is right; it wouldn't be right not to give it our all."

Feng Zaixing appeared nonchalant, but secretly transmitted his thoughts to Mu Ye:

"It's quite uncomfortable to unload all at once, teacher, please help me out. We have to finish what we started."

"Your meridians are a complete mess, your bones are misaligned, and your blood is severely damaged. It will take at least ten days to half a month of rest to fully recover. You're really something!"

Makino braced himself against the disheveled Feng Zaixing, a smile on his face but inwardly he was both amused and exasperated.

"Lan Muzi is more seriously injured and will be bedridden for at least a few months. Her martial spirit battle armor will be even harder to recover from."

Feng Zaixing lightly described the results of the battle, then joked:

"You know, I rarely encounter opponents who go all out. Once I miss that chance, I'll never have another. Who wouldn't want to experience the true form of a Martial Soul?"

"Alright, hurry up and find a place to heal your wounds. Lan Muzi's sword spirit and sword energy are still running rampant in your body."

Mu Ye frowned slightly. After all, Lan Muzi was a genius of his generation, and his skill in swordsmanship was among the best in the world.

Feng Zaixing took a breath, his furrowed brows relaxed, and he refused:

"No, keep it; his sword spirit and sword aura can temper my will and make the fighting spirit in my heart stronger and sharper."

His tone turned serious, and Feng Zaixing calmly said:

"After this battle, I have grasped the essence of the Overlord's Battle Soul. Now, my aura is like a dragon's; all I need to do is obliterate his sword spirit, and I will surely succeed in cultivating my own Battle Soul!"

"You—you're still so bold."

Upon hearing this, Makino's Adam's apple bobbed. Even in the midst of intense battle, he never forgot to hone his skills, being ruthless to both his enemies and himself.

"Just doing it on a whim."

Feng Zaixing smiled modestly. Back when he was in the Southern Army, he had wanted to practice his moves with Sima Jinchi.

But back then he couldn't hold on alone, and today Lan Muzi is the one who's unlucky.

The victorious champion descended to the center of the stage, receiving cheers and applause from the crowd, beaming with pride and radiating glory.

As he waved, Feng Zaixing noticed the envy in Gu Yue's eyes. He smiled slightly and beckoned her to come up on stage.

"Let me introduce our new companion, Gu Yue, a distinguished disciple of the Heavenly Phoenix of the Spirit Pagoda."

Feng Zaixing pulled Gu Yue into the group, then raised his arms and shouted to the crowd in all directions.

"Please remember our name, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Nine Star Society."

With Gu Yue joining, the Eight Stars Society will be upgraded again, advancing to the Nine Stars.

Although Gu Yue has no fighting record, taking her in is enough for the sake of her teacher.

Luan Hongchen flew onto the stage, took out the gold medals he had prepared beforehand, and pinned them on the students' heads. Then, without any hesitation, he stood in the center position, raised the trophy high with Feng Zaixing, and delivered a victory speech:

"I, Luan Hongchen, the current Dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, now proudly, confidently, and with absolute certainty, announce to the entire continent:"

From this moment forward, our academy has completely surpassed the renowned but undeserving Shrek Academy in the cultivation of prodigies.

Today's victory is enough to silence all doubts!

"From this day forward, the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy will undoubtedly be the number one academy on the continent!"

The unexpected surge in traffic was immediately announced by the top executives of the Tianhai Alliance, who declared that the match would be postponed by half a day due to damage to the competition stage. They also gave a special report on Luan Hongchen, Leng Yaozhu, Mu Ye, and others who came to provide guidance.

Use the competition for the title of the world's best academy to promote local characteristics.

Makino didn't like playing GG (a card game), but the exorbitant GG fee changed his mind.

The two prodigies of the Body Sect bear the burden of managing both the inner and outer sects; they can't afford not to make money.

Feng Zaixing, an elite of the sect, could understand the sect leader's good intentions. The Tianhai Alliance is a vast territory, and who dares to say that there are no geniuses with true martial souls here?

In the medicinal bath, Feng Zaixing freely stretched his aching limbs, and operated the modified Xuan Tian Gong at high power, absorbing the medicinal power to repair old injuries and create a more energetic body.

Long Chen and Le Zhengyu lay about ten meters away, swimming up and down, shouting that they were having a great time.

"Awesome! From today onwards, let's see who dares to look down on us!"

Le Zhengyu said with a grin, "Brother Feng, I've made up my mind to be your Right Envoy of Light, I can't leave my little brother behind."

Long Chen pondered his words, then put it more elegantly: "I am willing to lead the horse and hold the stirrups for you, Boss, and follow your lead!"

Feng Zaixing floated on the water in a backstroke position, closed his eyes and said, "Don't be too happy yet. Today you've made a name for yourself, but trouble will follow."

"Shrek?" Yue Zhengyu blinked.

"And the Holy Spirit Cult will definitely see me as a thorn in their side."

Feng Zaixing smiled slightly. "If I were the Holy Spirit Cult Leader, I definitely wouldn't be able to sleep well unless I killed the new six-winged angel."

Long Chen raised his hand, his tone firm: "Don't worry, Boss. Although my ancestor isn't at the limit, he's still level ninety-eight and can protect you at any time!"

Le Zhengyu raised an eyebrow: "Second brother, is your ancestor also capable of risking his life?"

"Brother, what are you saying? Every family has an old man nearing the end of his life."

Long Chen patted his chest and guaranteed, "The Ancestor said that if he encounters a Limit Douluo evil soul master, he is willing to risk his life to fight to the death!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zaixing shook his head and chuckled: "All known Limit Douluo Evil Soul Masters are men; there are no women among them."

The Demon Emperor is a soul beast, not belonging to the realm of humans, and is probably still causing trouble in the sea.

"Well, that's fine. As long as I'm ready to fight at any time."

Long Chen scratched his head, feeling that his ancestor was somewhat lacking in ability.

If our ancestors didn't work hard, we'll only regret it in our youth.

"You're exaggerating, but I really might need to trouble him in the future."

Feng Zaixing raised his eyes, smiled, and said, "One year from now, I will go to Shrek City."

"Huh?" "Brother Feng, you're planning something big?"

The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix were dumbfounded and began to think about a breakthrough in attacking Shrek City.

Feng Zaixing smiled faintly, "It's nothing major, I just wanted to give you a sword—"

After a while.

After hearing Feng Zaixing's plan, the Crouching Dragon and the Phoenix Chick took a deep breath.

"Boss, what if we go too far?" Long Chen's face showed both excitement and tenderness, and his voice trembled at the end.

"Yun Mingxin has concerns, and Long Yeyue is afraid of death, but it's alright." Feng Zaixing gently shook his head.

Le Zhengyu stammered, "But doing this would completely ruin everything—"

"If we don't do this, the Angel Family will never be able to escape the shadows of the past. The Six-Winged lineage lost its wings because of Tang San, and it must take flight again at Shrek Academy."

Feng Zaixing's expression turned serious, and he slowly said, "Moreover, creating such an atmosphere will make malicious forces temporarily postpone their killing intentions and watch us fight against Shrek Academy."

"We also need more resources and protection from the Federation. At this time, both the Sea God Pavilion and the Federation should be in a meeting."

Ten thousand miles away, outside Shrek Seagod Pavilion.

Wu Changkong's expression was complicated. He lowered his head and watched Lan Muzi kneel at the entrance of the Sea God Pavilion.

"It's good that you're back—"

Crimson Dragon Douluo Zhuoshi stared at Wu Changkong for a moment before entering the Sea God Pavilion.

At this moment, a surge of light and darkness swept across Seagod Island.

Zhuoshi turned to greet her, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Sister Yue, what's wrong—"

"This old woman has come to see the new Grand Secretary of the Sea God Pavilion!"

Harsh words came from Long Yeyue's mouth as she glanced sideways at Lan Muzi, whose face was ashen, her voice cold and sharp.

"Elder Lan, you've accomplished something truly remarkable out there."