Douluo Continent: Tonight, a Fairy Tale Descends

At this moment, they are the focus of the entire continent.

On the award stage, Pope Bibidon slowly stood up.

Her movements were slow, and every detail exuded the authority of a superior.

Her purple papal robes gleamed coldly under the lights, and a golden crown pressed against her forehead, making her exquisitely beautiful face appear aloof and noble.

Her gaze swept over the Star Luo and Spirit Hall teams lined up below the stage, finally settling on the seven figures walking toward the awards podium.

A complex emotion flashed in those purple eyes.

There was scrutiny, there was emotion, and there was also a hint of...appreciation that she herself didn't even realize.

The final champion of this year's Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is...

Bibi Dong's voice resounded throughout the venue through the amplified soul guide device; it was clear, cold, and authoritative, carrying an undeniable power.

"Heavenly Dou Royal Academy".

"Congratulations, you talented young Soul Masters."

Her voice echoed throughout the massive arena, mingling with the cheers of tens of thousands of spectators, like a hymn to the victor.

On the awards stage, Snow White stopped in her tracks.

She looked up at the purple figure at the highest point of the VIP section.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

One was as aloof as ice, the other as majestic as a mountain.

Snow White bowed slightly, performing a standard Soul Master salute.

The gesture was neither humble nor arrogant, but calm and elegant, as if responding to a respectable elder, or as if paying tribute to an opponent.

Bibi Dong looked at her, a faint smile slowly curving her lips.

The smile was very faint, almost invisible, but for those who knew her well, it was already a great compliment.

She nodded slightly in return.

Then, she withdrew her gaze and sat back on the papal throne.

The applause, cheers, and music reached their climax at this moment.

Tens of thousands of spectators stood up at the same time to give the team standing at the top the warmest cheers.

Golden lights shone down, illuminating the awards stage as bright as day.

Snow White stood at the highest point, her long, dark hair swaying gently under the lights, her clear eyes reflecting the dazzling sunlight.

Rapunzel stood beside her, her golden fishtail braid swaying gently in the wind, her smile as radiant as a flower.

Ning Rongrong stood between them, her small face flushed with excitement, her light brown eyes shining brightly.

Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Shi Mo, and Aos Luo stood at the back, heads held high, full of vigor.

They are the champions.

Overall champion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Heavenly Dou Royal Academy

Chapter 464 Help and Departure

At the highest point of the VIP section, Bibi Dong returned to the papal throne, her purple eyes slowly shifting from Snow White to the countless soul masters below.

At that moment, a girl with long pink hair was sitting quietly in the audience.

Xiao Wu.

She sat ramrod straight, her large pink eyes fixed on the purple figure in the VIP section, a deep-seated hatred surging within her.

The hatred was so intense that even the air around her seemed to freeze.

Within her spiritual sea, Tianmeng Ice Silkworm immediately sensed something was amiss.

The golden silkworm shadow suddenly rolled over, its voice unusually devoid of its usual exaggerated and playful tone, instead carrying an almost tense urgency: "Xiao Wu! Xiao Wu! Calm down! Don't do anything rash!"

Xiao Wu didn't speak, but just stared at Bibi Dong, her fingers slowly clenching in her sleeves, her nails almost digging into her palms.

"I know," she replied in her mental sea, her voice unusually calm, a calmness that made Tianmeng Ice Silkworm even more uneasy.

"I won't make a move here. I'm not strong enough; charging in would just be suicide."

Her gaze remained fixed on the purple figure, but her clenched fingers slowly loosened.

"I will wait. I will wait until I am strong enough to settle all the scores, one by one."

Tianmeng Ice Silkworm was silent for a moment, then softly hummed in agreement and said nothing more.

The illusory image of the ice crystal snow lotus swayed gently in the sea of ​​consciousness, without making a sound.

Xiao Wu withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and looked at her outstretched palm.

There was nothing there.

But she knew that one day, these hands would grasp a power powerful enough to shake everything.

The awards ceremony concluded amidst a shower of golden ribbons and thunderous applause.

The audience began to leave one after another, and the teams from various academies packed their belongings and prepared to leave Wuhun City.

This city provided them with a stage for a month, and now that the curtain has fallen, it's time for them to go their separate ways.

The corridors of Shrek Academy's residences were filled with an indescribable atmosphere.

Ma Hongjun and Oscar chatted casually in the room, occasionally letting out a few laughs, but there was always a hint of forced laughter in their voices.

Flander sat in the living room, staring blankly out the window, lost in thought. Yu Xiaogang sat opposite him, holding a book, but hadn't turned a single page in ages.

Liu Erlong leaned against the window and sighed softly.

After all, they all knew that once the competition ended, the Shrek Seven Devils would go their separate ways.

Dai Mubai, one of them, had left without saying goodbye a few days ago.

Meanwhile, in Zhu Zhuqing's room.

She sat quietly by the window, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, her cat-like eyes reflecting the darkening sky outside.

She is waiting.

Waiting for an opportunity.

At the end of the corridor, in Tang San and Cinderella's room, the atmosphere was as calm as ever.

Tang San sat cross-legged on the bed, his Xuan Tian Gong slowly circulating within his body. His aura was as steady as a mountain, as if yesterday's crushing defeat was just an insignificant setback on his path of cultivation.

Cinderella sat at the table, engrossed in an ancient book she had acquired from Wuhun City. Her long, golden hair cascaded casually over her shoulders, occasionally rustling as she turned a page.

The two did their own thing, without disturbing each other, yet there was an inexplicable tacit understanding between them.

The knocking started at that moment.

"Knock knock knock".

Three thuds, neither too loud nor too soft, carrying a tentative caution.

Cinderella looked up and met Tang San's gaze.

Tang San frowned slightly. His Purple Demon Eyes had already seen the slender black figure outside the door through the door.

Zhu Zhuqing.

Cinderella put down her book, went over and opened the door.

Zhu Zhuqing stood at the door, her long, dark hair slightly disheveled, and her face paler than usual. Her cat-like eyes stared directly at Cinderella, then glanced over her shoulder at Tang San in the room.

Her lips moved, as if she hesitated about something, but she finally spoke, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

Cinderella stepped aside, and Zhu Zhuqing entered the room, closing the door behind her.

The three sat facing each other in silence for a moment.

Zhu Zhuqing kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously gripping the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white. She was gathering her words, and also mustering her courage.

Finally, she raised her head, her cat-like eyes fixed on Tang San and Cinderella, and said, word by word:

"I would like to ask you to help me leave Wuhun City."

Tang San's brows furrowed even more.

Cinderella raised an eyebrow slightly, a look of surprise on her face.

"Why are you looking for us?" Tang San's voice was calm, but a sharp glint flashed in his deep eyes.

"Dean Flander and Vice Dean Zhao Wuji are far more capable than us. They are more suitable for protection."

Zhu Zhuqing was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Because the person I need to protect is not someone who escaped from an ordinary opponent."

She paused, then lowered her voice even further: "It's Davis. It's the Star Luo Empire."

Tang San and Cinderella didn't speak, they just looked at her quietly.

Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and raised her head, her cat-like eyes looking directly at Tang San:

"I guess your father is Haotian Douluo."

The moment the words left his mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

A fierce killing intent flashed in Tang San's eyes.

The killing intent came too fast, so fast that Zhu Zhuqing didn't even have time to react before she felt a bone-chilling cold rise up her spine.

She instinctively wanted to back away, but she forced herself to.

She knew she had guessed correctly.

Tang San's killing intent lasted only a moment before he suppressed it. But his voice was colder than before: "How did you know?"

Zhu Zhuqing's fingers trembled slightly, but her voice remained steady: "Tang San, your Blue Silver Grass is different from ordinary Blue Silver Grass. It's too powerful, so powerful that it doesn't seem like a Blue Silver Grass martial soul, but rather more like a variant of some kind of top-level martial soul."

Her gaze shifted to Cinderella: "Cinderella, your Crystal Shoes Martial Soul is born with full soul power and outstanding talent, yet you have no family background whatsoever, as if you sprang from a stone."