Douluo Continent: Wielding Ice and Fire, Starting by Crushing Shrek Academy

Haotian Peak is shrouded in morning mist.

The suspension bridge swayed in the wind, jingling softly.

Below the 10,000-meter-deep abyss, clouds and mist surge, obscuring the bottom.

The disciples guarding the mountain were fully armed and stood at their respective posts.

Everyone was on edge, their hands sweating.

"Senior brother, do you think that Young Master Luo will really come?"

"Who knows? The sect leader told us to prepare for war, so we'll prepare for war."

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Suddenly, an unusual fluctuation came from the sky.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, ripples spread outwards in concentric circles.

The disciple guarding the mountain looked up, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

In mid-air, a figure in white robes slowly emerged from the void.

There were no spirit rings, and no fluctuations in spirit power.

They strolled leisurely, stepping on the void as if walking on the stone path in their own backyard.

"What...what is that?"

"A person! A person!"

"How did he get up here? The suspension bridge didn't move, the mountain path didn't respond, how did he get up here?!"

The disciples guarding the mountain were in an uproar, their voices trembling.

The figure in white robes glanced down at them and smiled slightly.

Like a fallen leaf, it drifted to the ground.

It landed at the head of the iron chain bridge, less than ten meters from the nearest mountain-guarding disciple.

"You...you..."

The disciple's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Liangyi Luo didn't look at him and strode towards the iron chain bridge.

The disciples guarding the mountain instinctively tried to stop them, but their legs felt like lead, and they couldn't take a single step.

The body is far more honest than the brain; this is someone you can't afford to mess with.

Liangyi Luo appeared to be stepping onto the iron chain bridge, but upon closer inspection, she was actually walking in the void, with each step causing invisible ripples.

"The scenery is nice."

He murmured as he walked towards the winding mountain road ahead.

It's just a simple step, but it's like shrinking the distance to a foot, with each step covering tens of meters.

The disciples guarding the mountain had barely seen him before he was gone, and before they could even react.

From the foot of the mountain to the summit, it takes less than half an incense stick's time.

The thousand-meter-long iron chain bridge and the winding mountain road became mere decorations at this moment.

Haotian Peak Sect Square.

Tang Xiao stood in the center, while the five elders each took their positions.

The golden light of the Haotian Grand Array enveloped the entire mountain peak.

Together with Tang Hao, the soul power of the seven titled Douluo merged into one, their aura soaring to the heavens.

"This time, it's really happening!"

Tang Xiao spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the direction of the mountain path.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in white robes appeared at the entrance to the square.

Liangyi Luo stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

Her long hair was tied up, and her face looked incredibly young.

There was no fluctuation of soul power on his body, like an ordinary person who didn't know how to cultivate.

But it was this very person who made everyone present hold their breath.

Tang Xiao's pupils contracted sharply.

He couldn't sense Liangyi Luo's soul power at all.

There are only two possibilities—

Either the other party truly doesn't know how to cultivate, or their strength far surpasses one's own.

Obviously, it can't be the first one.

"Spatial power... How is this possible?"

Tang Xiao had already received the message from the disciples guarding the mountain, and blurted it out, his voice filled with undisguised shock.

Block out space, walk on the void.

This is no longer within the scope of Title Douluo!

Lieyang Douluo stood on the left, his hand holding the hammer trembling.

He is a level 92 Title Douluo who has roamed the continent for decades and has seen all kinds of storms.

But at this moment, his body was trembling uncontrollably.

It's hard to say whether it's fear or the body's instinctive reaction when facing a predator.

"How...how did he get up here?"

His voice was slightly hoarse. "The suspension bridge and the winding mountain road, nothing's happening?"

The Second Elder's face was ashen, and he muttered, "Tearing apart space regardless of distance... Could this... be the work of a god?"

He had lived most of his life and had seen countless powerful figures.

But no one has been able to do that.

Even Tang Chen, the peerless Douluo of yesteryear, could not ignore the natural defenses of the Haotian Sect.

"Do we...do we really want to be enemies with this kind of person?"

The Fifth Elder, standing to the side, gave a helpless, bitter smile: "What's the point of saying all this now?"

On a distant mountain peak, Qian Daoliu suddenly stood up, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He had been waiting there for a long time, wanting to see just who this Young Master Luo was.

But at this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—

This young man is stronger than he imagined.

"The laws of space..."

Qian Daoliu muttered to himself, his voice so low that only he could hear it.

"Is there really someone in this world who can master the laws of space?"

He thought of Tang Chen from back then, and of himself from his past.

They are all people who stand at the top of the continent, but they are still just "people".

The young man before us has transcended the realm of "human".

Suppressing his shock, Qian Daoliu sat down again, his gaze fixed on the direction of the square.

He wanted to see just how capable this Young Master Luo really was.

Liangyi Luo stopped and looked around.

Seven titled Douluo, with all their spirit rings activated, shone brightly into the sky.

The array patterns on the ground flowed, exuding an ancient and powerful aura.

"The preparations are quite thorough."

Liangyi Luo smiled, her tone as calm as if she were commenting on someone else's family dinner.

Tang Xiao steadied himself, putting aside the shock in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Young Master Luo is quite capable. You've made our welcoming ceremony a waste."

His voice was steady, and no one could tell that he had ever wanted to give up for even a moment.

Liangyi Luo looked up at him with a faint smile on her face.

"As I said, if you do not come to apologize within three days, I will personally go to the Haotian Sect."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Now, I, the young master, have arrived."

His tone was calm, without anger or murderous intent.

But even with such a calm tone, everyone present felt immense pressure.

It was a sense of oppression from the depths of one's soul, unrelated to strength but related to one's realm of understanding.

Like ants gazing at the sky, mortals facing gods.

Tang Xiao gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly and subconsciously looked at Tang Hao beside him.

The two brothers exchanged a glance and both saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

This battle will likely be even more difficult than they imagined.

"Young Master Luo, my Haotian Sect has no grudge against you—"

Before Tang Xiao could finish explaining, Liangyi Luo raised her hand to interrupt him.

"No enmity or grudge?"

Liangyi Luo laughed, but her laughter was cold.

"Tang Hao launched a night raid on Luo Garden, nearly killing one of my favorites. Is this what you call having no grudge against him?"

He stared at Tang Hao like an ancient, ferocious beast eyeing its prey.

"Or is it that in the eyes of your Haotian Sect, other people's homes aren't homes, and other people's lives aren't lives?"

Tang Hao gritted his teeth and stepped forward. This was the first time he had faced Liang Yi Luo directly: "This was my doing alone; it has nothing to do with my sect!"

He gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly, and nine spirit rings spun around his body.

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

The 100,000-year-old red spirit ring was particularly eye-catching, exuding a violent aura.

"Kill me or torture me, come at me!"

Liangyi Luo looked at him, a mocking smile curling at the corner of her lips.

"Was this done by one person?"

He shook his head, as if he were watching a joke.

"This is utterly ridiculous!"

His voice suddenly turned cold: "I gave you three days to come and apologize, but you hid back in the Haotian Sect?"

He raised his hand and pointed around: "You even had your sect set up this grand formation as a welcome, and now you're telling me it was all your doing?"

"Tang Hao, do you think I'm a fool?"