Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

Cinderella gently brushed the dust off her skirt, her long golden hair shimmering under the light.

Lin An helped Zhu Zhuqing up, Tang San stood beside Cinderella, and Oscar had already started making sausages.

Ma Hongjun waved his fist toward the audience, his smugness practically overflowing from his chubby face.

The referee took a deep breath, and his booming voice echoed throughout the entire arena:

"Match over! Shrek Academy wins!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the massive arena, and the audience erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

The seven Shrek members stood on the stage. Dai Mubai, covered in blood, laughed wildly. Ma Hongjun waved his fist at the audience. Oscar had already started distributing recovery sausages to his teammates.

Below the stage, in the shadows near the contestants' passage, several figures were quietly watching everything.

The Spirit Hall Academy team.

Leading the group was a slender woman with long, jet-black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall. Her delicate face had her alluring eyes slightly narrowed as she gazed at the golden figure on the stage.

Hu Liena.

Beside her, Xie Yue stood with his arms crossed, his short silver hair gleaming coldly under the light, his handsome face now filled with solemnity.

“Two Soul Kings.” Xie Yue spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying a heaviness he himself didn’t realize. “The one with the blond hair is level 51. The one using Blue Silver Grass is also level 51.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others on the stage: "And that White Tiger Soul Sect member, level 48. That black cat, level 41. That purple-haired control user, level 39..."

He didn't finish speaking, but his meaning was already quite clear.

This team, dressed in dingy green school uniforms and looking incredibly tacky, is ridiculously strong.

Hu Liena didn't speak, she just quietly looked at the stage.

Her gaze fell on Cinderella.

The blonde girl had just stepped off the stage, her movements light and graceful, as if the battle just now was merely a warm-up.

Beneath her feet, the crystal ballet shoes were still shimmering with tiny sparkles.

Level 51.

Like her, he was a Soul King.

Hu Liena's lips slowly curved into a smile, a smile that was charming and alluring, yet carried a hint of sharp coldness.

"interesting."

She spoke softly, her voice as gentle as a feather, yet clearly reaching the ears of those around her.

Xie Yue glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Nana, don't be careless. That blonde's soul skill is very strange. Those crystal spikes and teleportation ability are very troublesome when combined. And that one who uses Blue Silver Grass, the information says he is a control type, but those few moves just now, his attack power is definitely not weak."

Chapter 445 Palm and Back of Hand

"I know."

Hu Liena withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards the players' tunnel.

"Let's go, it's time to go back and prepare."

Xie Yue followed in her footsteps, and another burly, honest-looking young man beside her also silently followed.

焱。

The third member of the Spirit Hall Academy team, a level 51 Power Attack-type Spirit King, and the Spirit Flame Lord.

He didn't say a word the whole time, but his seemingly honest eyes were burning with suppressed fighting spirit.

The three walked out of the arena, the sunlight falling on them and dispelling the chill of the passage.

Xie Yue suddenly spoke up: "Nana, do you think that princess of the Heaven Dou Empire is really level 64?"

Hu Liena paused slightly before continuing forward.

"The materials were given to me by the teacher." Her voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. "Do you think the teacher would be wrong?"

Xie Yue fell silent.

Level 64.

Fifteen.

Putting these two numbers together, it's like something out of a fantasy.

But if the information was provided by Bibi Dong, then it must be true.

"Damn it." Yan suddenly cursed, his honest face full of frustration. "A level 64 monster, plus a bunch of Soul Kings and Soul Masters, how are we supposed to compete in this tournament?"

Hu Liena stopped and looked back at him.

That one glance, alluring yet cold, made Yan instantly shut his mouth.

"How do we fight?" Hu Liena repeated the question softly, her smile growing even brighter.

"Of course, we'll fight with all our might."

She turned around and continued walking forward.

"We've already come all this way, are we going to just admit defeat because the opponent is strong?"

“That’s not my style, Hu Liena.”

Xie Yue and Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes, and a deeper... sense of relief.

With Nana around, they won't lose.

Offering Hall.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the empty hall in a dim and intermittent manner.

A ten-meter-tall angel statue stood at the far end of the hall, its six wings outstretched, looking down at the two people below.

Qian Renxue took off the crown prince's robe that she had worn for more than ten years and put on a long white dress.

That face, which had been deliberately made ordinary due to disguise, has now finally regained its original stunning beauty.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, shimmering softly in the candlelight.

She stood there, like an angel emerging from a temple.

Beside him, Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back.

The usual gentle and calm demeanor was gone from the face of this Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall; instead, a complex and solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Xue'er".

Qian Daoliu spoke, and his voice echoed in the hall.

"Angel God Test, what do you think?"

Qian Renxue fell silent.

Of course she knew what her grandfather was asking.

The Spirit Hall worships the Angel God, and thousands of families have inherited the Angel God's bloodline for generations.

From the first ancestor of the Thousand Families ten thousand years ago, every generation of the Thousand Families has pursued the same goal: to gain the approval of the Angel God, pass the divine test, and become a true Angel God.

But now, ten thousand years have passed.

None of the thousand families have ever succeeded.

Not enough talent? Not enough effort? Or... does God simply not even bother to look at them?

Nobody knows the answer.

But now, things are different.

Qian Renxue, the most outstanding descendant of the Qian family in this generation, possesses innate level 20 soul power and a six-winged angel martial soul.

Bai Xue, Qian Renxue's daughter, possesses innate level 20 strength, twin martial souls, and is a level 64 Soul Emperor at the age of 15.

Two people qualified to undergo the angelic test.

Simultaneously.

This is fortunate for the Qianjia family, who have waited for thousands of years.

But for Qian Daoliu, it was... agony.

The palms of the palms and the backs of the hands are all meat.

One is his granddaughter, whom he watched grow up. He watched her work for the Spirit Hall, hiding her identity and infiltrating the Heavenly Dou realm for more than ten years, walking on thin ice and exhausting herself for the sake of the Spirit Hall's great cause.

The other is his great-granddaughter, a child with astonishingly high talent, a cool and aloof personality, yet who always manages to unintentionally reveal a warm smile.

Who is it?

Who will walk the path to godhood?

Qian Daoliu stood there silently, gazing at the angel statue, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Meanwhile, in the realm of gods...

Temple of Angels.

A magnificent golden temple floats above the sea of ​​clouds, with reliefs of six-winged angels covering every pillar.

Deep within the temple, the figure bathed in golden light leaned lazily against the throne.

Angel God.

She rested her chin on her hand, her golden eyes peering through the layers of space as she watched with great interest the scene inside the offering hall below.

"Confused?"

She chuckled softly, the sound echoing through the empty temple.

"What's there to be conflicted about?"

She shifted to a more comfortable position, her fingers gently twirling her cascading blonde hair.

The simultaneous appearance of two successors was, to her, the best news imaginable.

A first-level god naturally commands several second- and third-level divine positions.

The higher the talent of the inheritors and the greater their number, the happier she, as the chief god, will be.