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"If you seek death, Poison Douluo, I will make sure your bones stay here at Shrek Academy!"
During the intense battle between Xuan Lao and Poison Douluo, a sudden roar erupted from Xuan Lao.
Immediately afterward, one after another, the breath of Super Douluo rose from Sea God Island and descended around the battlefield.
"Xuan Zi, it seems that not only is your cultivation inferior to Mu En's, but your character as a person is far from his."
Poison Douluo sneered as he looked at the figures appearing around him.
"And so what? If it weren't for your deliberate slander of our Shrek Academy ancestors, Shrek City wouldn't be in such a state today!"
As Xuan Lao spoke, his Martial Soul True Body activated, and his hundred-zhang-long Taotie Divine Bull charged straight at Poison Douluo.
Seeing this, a strange smile crept onto Poison Douluo's lips. Just as the Taotie Divine Bull was less than two hundred zhang away from him, Poison Douluo suddenly turned into a light and disappeared from the spot!
Xuan Lao was shocked and quickly looked towards the direction where the light had dispersed, only to see Poison Douluo appearing above Tang San's statue.
"Boom!"
In an instant, a loud noise echoed through the sky above Shrek Academy. The statue of Tang San, hundreds of zhang tall, was instantly crushed into powder by Poison Douluo's palm.
"Poison Douluo, how dare you!"
For a moment, Xuan Lao and the members of Sea God Pavilion were furious, veins bulging on their foreheads and expressions filled with anger.
However, just as Xuan Lao and the others were about to attack Poison Douluo together, Poison Douluo grinned in mid-air.
"Xuan Zi, my purpose here has been achieved. I'll play with you guys next time!"
With these words, Poison Douluo immediately unleashed his Limit Douluo power, transformed into a green streak of light, and swiftly shot towards the distant horizon.
Clearly, even though they were both Limit Douluo, Xuan Lao could not catch up to Poison Douluo, even if he personally pursued.
"Damn it, just wait until I catch you!"
The various powerhouses of Shrek Academy floated in the sky, watching helplessly as Poison Douluo escaped into the distance, gnashing their teeth in frustration.
...
Shui Clan, Patriarch's Hall.
Since the formal announcement of Shui Clan's debut, the entire clan has entered a period of rapid development.
The clan's overarching goal is to unify the entire Extreme North Region. Leading this task is a group of Titled Douluo powerhouses, with Elder Shui Zongnan at the forefront.
By now, Shui Zongnan's cultivation had reached the level of 98th rank Super Douluo, just a step away from becoming a 99th rank Limit Douluo.
Looking across the entire continent, unless beasts like the Emperor Beast appeared, even ordinary ferocious beasts would not be his match.
"Ice, let's go home."
Inside the Patriarch's Hall of Shui Clan, Water Wuya held the delicate waist of Shui Bing'er with deep affection.
Shui Bing'er originated from ten thousand years ago, and she still had her own mission and cultivation tasks that were not suitable for staying in the world of ten thousand years later for long periods.
The medicinal pills she needed were already packed in her Storage Soul Guide, so there was no need to worry about lacking resources.
At the same time, Shui Wuya had an even more important task to accomplish in the world of ten thousand years ago, which was to create an opportunity to reclaim many forces.
Therefore, Shui Clan had already given all forces a month's ultimatum for consideration, but the process of execution might still be difficult.
"Okay."
Shui Bing'er gently nestled in Shui Wuya's arms. She had seen the strength of Shui Clan ten thousand years later and was satisfied with her own wishes.
After a moment, a whirlpool of water-blue space appeared in the Patriarch's Hall. Shui Wuya took Shui Bing'er into it, and their figures immediately disappeared.
...
Within the boundaries of the Sun-Moon Empire, in an extremely remote primeval forest, an ancient castle quietly hid under countless towering trees.
Two figures, one male and one female, sat cuddling each other, seemingly enjoying this rare moment of peace.
However, if there were bystanders present, they would immediately recognize that these seemingly ordinary man and woman were in fact two of the most renowned Limit Douluo on the continent.
They were none other than Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao, and Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui!
Ever since the day Ye Xishui was defeated by Shui Yuanchen wielding a ten-thousand-year Soul Tool, the two had left the worldly disputes behind and secluded themselves here.
During this period, even though the Spirit Hall searched extensively for them, they could not find a trace. This even led the Spirit Hall to believe at one point that they might have met with mishap.
"With Shui Clan re-emerging, the continent's landscape will surely change. I'm afraid Spirit Hall will find it hard to stay aloof."
At this moment, Ye Xishui wore a worried expression. As an elder of Spirit Hall, she still held concerns for the organization deep within her heart.
"We shouldn't have clashed with that Shui Clan Limit Douluo back then. But it doesn't matter now. The two of us have already withdrawn from worldly affairs. Even if Shui Clan finds this place, they wouldn't dare to force us into action."
Long Xiaoyao embraced Ye Xishui gently, his gentle expression revealing a sense of happiness.
To him, this time living alone with the woman he loved far exceeded all worldly struggles.
At these words, the face of the Death God Douluo softened, a rare hint of gentleness for a figure known as the Death God.
However, this rare tranquility did not last long. A thunderous sound suddenly echoed through the sky above this primordial forest.
"Boom!"
Following closely behind, a figure shrouded in boundless black mist suddenly descended in front of the ancient castle.
Seeing the newcomer, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui immediately showed a trace of helplessness between their brows.
This newcomer was none other than the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall and the son of Ye Xishui, Limit Douluo Zhongli Wu.
"Mother!"
Zhongli Wu descended from the sky and quickly arrived in front of Ye Xishui, addressing her with excitement.
"It's been so long without news. I thought something had happened to you and the Grand Elder until recent reports confirmed your seclusion here."
Zhongli Wu continued speaking rapidly.
"We've been in seclusion here and have no interest in the disturbances of the outside world,"
Ye Xishui looked at Zhongli Wu and had already guessed his intentions. Therefore, before he could speak further, she preemptively stated her stance.
As expected, the moment Zhongli Wu heard this, the excited expression on his face abruptly froze.
"Mother, do you know that Shui Clan is about to re-emerge and unify the entire continent?"
Seeming somewhat unwilling, Zhongli Wu lowered his head slightly and spoke.
"I know. The strength of Shui Clan is far beyond what Spirit Hall can contend with. If Shui Clan forces Spirit Hall to submit, you can go along with it."
Ye Xishui responded calmly.
In her view, together with Long Xiaoyao, they were not opponents of Shui Yuanchen. Moreover, Shui Clan's Limit Douluo would undoubtedly number more than one. Even if the time came for Shui Clan to demand Spirit Hall's submission, Spirit Hall would have no other choice.
"No, Spirit Hall has stood for ten thousand years. We can't just give in!"
Suddenly, Zhongli Wu's expression became agitated, his fists unconsciously clenched, his tone resolute.
"Xiaoshui and I... are not opponents of Shui Clan."
At this moment, Long Xiaoyao, who had been silent beside them, suddenly spoke.
He understood Zhongli Wu's intentions—to leverage their strength against Shui Clan. Yet, their previous encounters had already proven that they were not a match for Shui Yuanchen.
With Long Xiaoyao's words falling, silence descended upon the scene, so palpable that one could hear each person's breath.
"Alright, even if you two are unwilling to participate, Spirit Hall will never bow easily."
Soon after, a sigh escaped Zhongli Wu's lips. He understood Long Xiaoyao and his mother's intention to retire.
In the end, Zhongli Wu had to leave alone, leaving behind Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui who once again leaned into each other.
(End of this chapter)