Villain: Fairy, please offer your loyalty

The clouds above the sky rolled endlessly.

A huge shadow blocked out the sunlight, shrouding the vast land in a somber hue.

It was a magnificent building that seemed to float smoothly through the clouds.

Nine illusory images of ancient dragons, each over a thousand feet long, slowly swam in front of them.

With each twist of its massive body, visible ripples spread through the surrounding space.

On the large, soft dragon bed in the main hall.

On the left, Xiao Wu was peeling a crystal-clear peach and carefully cutting it into small pieces.

She used a jade skewer to pick up a piece of fruit and brought it to Gu Fan's lips.

Gu Fan opened his mouth and swallowed the fruit along with its sweet juice.

On his right, Zhu Zhuqing held a cup of elixir chilled with Ice Soul Crystal, ready to soothe Gu Fan's throat at any moment.

Ning Rongrong obediently knelt down beside Gu Fan's legs.

She was wearing a burgundy, fitted Lolita mini dress, and her fair, slender hands were gently kneading Gu Fan's calves.

"Young master, the scenery here seems to be better than that of Shrek Academy."

Ning Rongrong looked up, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Gu Fan picked up the crystal glass that Zhu Zhuqing handed him and took a small sip.

"This desolate place is so devoid of spiritual energy that it's like a sewer. What kind of beautiful scenery could it possibly have?"

"It's just about moving to a bigger fishpond to see how others are struggling."

Gu Fan chuckled and placed the crystal glass back on Zhu Zhuqing's tray.

Through the enormous panoramic crystal screen in front of the palace, the outline of a magnificent city gradually appeared on the horizon.

The city was built against the mountain, with towering city walls and an architectural style full of solemn religious color.

In the very center of the city stands a spire palace that pierces the clouds, radiating a faint golden glow under the sunlight.

Wuhun City.

The highest holy land in the hearts of all Soul Masters in Douluo Continent.

But in the face of the massive shadow of the Kowloon Agarwood Carriage, this proud city appears like an exquisite sand table model.

"Tianyi, slow down."

"Let's go say hello to the owner of this place."

Gu Fan casually tapped the armrest of the soft couch twice with his long, slender fingers.

Standing outside the main hall, like two black statues, Tianyi and Er responded in unison.

The nine ancient dragons let out a deep roar.

The sound pierced through the clouds, carrying a terrifying pressure capable of shattering the soul, and exploded in the sky above Wuhun City like rolling thunder.

The entire Wuhun City seemed to come to a standstill at that moment.

The bustling Soul Masters on the street all looked up.

They stared in horror at the suddenly appearing, dazzling golden sun in the sky.

The immense pressure, like a tangible mountain, slammed down on everyone's shoulders.

The lower-level Soul Masters didn't even have time to utter a sound before their eyes rolled back and they fainted on the street.

Those Soul Masters with even a little strength could only buckle at the knees and be forced to kneel on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Inside the Papal Palace of the Spirit Hall.

The doors to several secret chambers deep within the main hall were blown open one after another.

Several figures radiating powerful soul energy fluctuations of level ninety or above soared into the sky.

That is the core foundation of the Spirit Hall, those Title Douluos who are usually rarely seen.

Golden Crocodile Douluo's face was ashen, and the nine spirit rings on his body were flashing wildly.

A massive golden crocodile king martial spirit emerged from behind, attempting to resist the invisible pressure descending from the sky.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo were also on high alert, and their Panlong Staff martial souls emitted a series of mournful buzzing sounds.

"What kind of monster dares to cause trouble in Martial Soul City!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo roared, his voice filled with powerful soul energy, trying to dispel the gloom above his head.

Just now.

Tian Er took a step forward.

He didn't even draw the sword at his waist; he simply casually sent a wisp of energy belonging to the late-stage Golden Immortal realm through his toes into the void.

The movement was as casual as stepping on an ant that was blocking the way.

Boom!

Visible black cracks appeared in the space above Wuhun City.

The dragon's might, which was originally just oppressive, instantly transformed into a primordial force capable of crushing all laws under the catalysis of the Golden Immortal's aura.

The dozen or so Title Douluos who had just taken to the air were struck hard as if by an invisible fly swatter.

They didn't even have a chance to unleash their soul skills.

The protective soul power shattered as easily as if it were made of paper.

A dozen or so figures, like kites with broken strings, crashed to the ground at a speed ten times faster than when they took off.

More than a dozen huge craters were smashed into the white marble square outside the Papal Palace.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere.

Those titled Douluo who once dominated the continent coughed up blood and lay at the bottom of the pit like dead dogs, unable to even move a finger.

The nine spirit rings on their bodies were dull and lifeless, and their martial spirit true forms were scattered into specks of light.

Gu Fan leaned back on the soft couch, watching the scene below, and yawned boredly.

"I thought the Spirit Hall might have some interesting surprises in store."

"After all that, they're still a bunch of weaklings who can't even withstand the pressure."

Xiao Wu stuffed a piece of peach into her mouth and mumbled indistinctly.

"They're too weak; they can't even compare to a single hair on my good brother's head."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded silently to the side.

Looking at those titled Douluo who she usually only heard about in legends, now lying on the ground like trash, her awe of Gu Fan deepened even further.

Ning Rongrong secretly swallowed.

She began to feel fortunate that she had been quick to back down at Shrek Academy.

If my father were to take two Title Douluos from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to provoke the young master, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would probably have its mountain gate razed to the ground.

On the highest level of the Papal Palace, two heavy, purple-gold doors slowly opened to the sides.

A noble, elegant, and dignified figure stepped out.

Bibi Dong wore a magnificent dark purple papal robe, a nine-curved purple-gold crown, and held a diamond-encrusted scepter symbolizing supreme power in her hand.

Her stunningly beautiful face was now covered in frost.

As the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, she is the most powerful woman on the Douluo Continent.

She would never allow anyone to step on her head.

Bibi Dong stood atop the dome of the Papal Palace.

The strong wind billowed her purple robe, outlining her mature and voluptuous curves.

She looked up, staring intently at the golden palace in the sky that radiated divine light.

A strong sense of crisis made her back break out in a cold sweat. Her twin martial souls instinctively told her that the newcomer was someone she could not contend with.

But her pride wouldn't allow her to bow her head.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

Nine dazzling spirit rings rose one after another from beneath Bibi Dong's feet.

Under the illumination of that 100,000-year-old red spirit ring, the void behind her began to distort.

The phantoms of the Death Spider King and the Soul-Eating Spider King flickered alternately, emitting a nauseatingly sweet and pungent odor.

A purplish-black light spread from her body.

Rakshasa Domain.

That was her strongest trump card as she was about to inherit the divine throne.

Wherever the domain passed, even sunlight was swallowed up, turning into a Shura field filled with resentment and deathly silence.

"No matter who you are, you will pay the price for stepping into Wuhun City."

Bibi Dong spoke coldly, her voice ethereal yet filled with murderous intent.

She raised the scepter in her hand, and a purplish-black light gathered at the top, transforming into a thick pillar of light that shot straight toward the Nine Dragons Incense Carriage.

Faced with this fierce attack, Tian Er stood in front of the palace without even raising his eyelids.

He raised his right hand, joined his index and middle fingers together, and casually slashed at the beam of light in mid-air.

A thin, almost imperceptible silver thread flashed through the air.

The purplish-black pillar of light, which contained Bibi Dong's strongest power, was like a piece of tofu hitting a steel knife.

Without making a sound, it was split in two.

The scattered points of light fell on the buildings of Wuhun City, corroding them into huge pits.

The silver threads showed no signs of slowing down.

It glided lightly across the Rakshasa territory that Bibi Dong was so proud of.

The purplish-black mist, formed from endless resentment, was like snowflakes meeting the blazing sun the moment it touched the silk threads.

Vast areas evaporated.

"How is that possible?"

Bibi Dong's face turned deathly pale.

As she watched her painstakingly built domain crumble in an instant, a hint of panic finally surfaced on her exquisite face.

"Tian Er, step down."

"Girls need to be coaxed. You're being too rough with them. What if you scare them?"

Gu Fan's lazy and casual voice echoed in the empty Wuhun City.

This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.