Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

The titled Douluo of Xingluo watched helplessly as their companion was blasted away by the aloof woman's laser beam, crashing through the wall and disappearing without a trace. Upon hearing her chilling words, several suppressed angry snorts rose from the crowd. Some impatient ones clenched their fists, wishing they could rush forward immediately to demand an explanation.

But before they could make a move, they were firmly pulled back by their more rational companions.

"Don't act recklessly!" an older Title Douluo warned in a low voice, his tone full of apprehension. "Didn't you see that he hasn't even released his Martial Soul or Soul Rings from beginning to end?"

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly awakening all the titled Douluo of the Star Luo Empire present.

Only then did they belatedly realize that the aloof woman before them had remained unchanged since her appearance, neither possessing a spirit ring nor summoning a martial spirit.

On their side, everyone had already released their martial spirits and surrounded them with spirit rings, pushing their aura to the limit. But even so, they were still at a disadvantage in the face of the opponent's invisible pressure.

The group of titled Douluo looked at each other, their faces showing disbelief mixed with embarrassment. The aura that had been surging on their bodies instantly subsided by more than half. Some of the more quick-witted ones had even quietly taken a half step back, increasing the distance between themselves and the battlefield.

"Senior, please calm down!" The white-haired Title Douluo who had spoken up earlier stepped forward, a fawning smile plastered on his face, his tone almost humble. "We were just passing by, taking a stroll. We don't know this person you're looking for at all!"

Those who can cultivate to the level of Title Douluo are all the most shrewd and capable of anything.

Knowing that they would be powerless against such a strong opponent, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes, and gain no advantage whatsoever, who would be foolish enough to rush forward?

Moreover, Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao is essentially a member of Shrek Academy. For a titled Douluo from their Star Luo Empire to show up and make a statement is already considered a great honor.

As for whether the conflict can be stopped—how can it be stopped when you can't even beat the other side with a single finger?
Since this is a hot potato, we might as well pass it on to the Shrek team.

Long Xiaoyao is one of their people, so naturally it should be their responsibility to save him.

On the other side, when Long Xiaoyao saw the titled Douluo of the Star Luo Empire appear, a flame of hope instantly ignited in his heart, thinking that his saviors had arrived.

But when he saw that not only did this group of people not offer any help, but they also backed down because they were afraid of the aloof woman, and even directly severed ties with him, his heart sank to the bottom, and a strong sense of foreboding swept over his entire body.

"I am Long Xiaoyao, the Dragon Emperor Douluo of Shrek Academy!" Long Xiaoyao roared angrily at the Title Douluos in mid-air, enduring the excruciating pain in his shoulder. "This guy is trying to kill people from Shrek Academy. Are you all just going to stand by and watch me die?"

No matter how powerful a creature is, in the face of death, it will shed all its pride and composure and be swallowed up by the fear that comes from its instincts.

Even though Long Xiaoyao was a Limit Douluo, he was no exception.

He feared death; it was a fear that went deep into his bones.

In the past, he might have fought to the death for something, but now, the news of Mu En's death had already severely damaged his mind, and after learning about Ye Xishui's death from Jin Tianming, his fear of death was amplified infinitely.

He was afraid, truly afraid, afraid that he, like Mu En and Ye Xishui, would completely vanish from this world.

Long Yaoqing watched all of this with a cold eye, making no attempt to stop Long Xiaoyao from speaking.

Her gaze calmly swept over the Star Luo Empire's titled Douluo in mid-air, as if she were scrutinizing a group of clowns, to see whether they would choose to continue watching the show or actually stand up for Long Xiaoyao.

Time ticked by, and five minutes passed. The titled Douluos in mid-air remained suspended in place, none daring to take a single step forward. They all chose to remain silent in order to avoid Long Xiaoyao's plea for help.

Seeing this, Long Yaoqing already knew the answer in his heart.

A faint smile suddenly appeared on her cold, icy face, but to everyone else, the smile was more chilling than ice: "You are all so weak and incompetent, you don't interest me at all."

"Since you don't dare to make a move, then just stand there obediently and watch how I kill him." Standing to the side, Jing Hongchen couldn't help but shudder as he listened to Long Yaoqing's words, which sounded like the whispers of a demon.

He nudged Jin Tianming beside him with his elbow, lowering his voice and his tone filled with lingering fear: "Tianming, this senior... seems a bit perverted..."

Just as Jin Tianming was about to respond, he caught a glimpse of Jing Hongchen beside him being instantly encased in a thick layer of ice, turning her into a lifelike ice sculpture, her facial expression still unchanged from when she was speaking.

"Tsk~" Jin Tianming couldn't help but click his tongue, secretly thinking to himself: It seems that this Senior Long Yaoqing is only magnanimous and tolerant towards the main body Tianmu Cheng, but he looks down on everyone else and is very petty.

But then again, like grandfather, like grandson. Xiao Hongchen's love of courting death is clearly a result of inheriting the family gene.

It's unbelievable that this kind of reckless behavior can be passed down from generation to generation.

Long Yaoqing completely ignored Jing Hongchen, who was frozen into an ice sculpture, and gathered dense ice elements at his fingertips again, quickly compressing them into an ice ball the size of a thumb.

This time, her target was Long Xiaoyao's undamaged right shoulder.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao's face had lost its usual composure and calmness, leaving only extreme fear of death.

He opened his mouth, wanting to beg for mercy, but Long Yaoqing didn't give him the chance at all.

The ice hockey puck shot out a dazzling blue aurora in an instant, moving with lightning speed and striking Long Xiaoyao's right shoulder.

With a "whoosh," Long Xiaoyao's right shoulder was blasted off by the laser. Before the blood and flesh at the wound could flow out, they were instantly frozen by the extreme low temperature.

That empty, weightless feeling returned, followed by a sharp, piercing pain that instantly swept through his entire body.

"Ahhh..." Long Xiaoyao could no longer bear it and let out a heart-wrenching scream.

This pain is not just extreme physical agony, but also a deep, bone-chilling cold, as if even the soul is being frozen and torn apart.

Hearing Long Xiaoyao's shrill screams, Long Yaoqing's face remained expressionless, and he showed no intention of stopping his attack.

Today, she intends to torture Long Xiaoyao to death bit by bit, not only to vent Jin Tianming's anger, but also to pave the way for the Sun Moon Empire's next war plan.

Long Xiaoyao just happened to run into her line of fire.

In mid-air, a titled Douluo from the Star Luo Empire looked down at the horrific scene and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Are we just going to stand here and watch? If Shrek Academy finds out, they might take their anger out on us."

"What else can we do?" Another Title Douluo sighed helplessly, his tone full of frustration. "With just the few of us, we're no match for them. Going up there would just be suicide. Are we really going to risk our lives for an outsider?"

"Should we notify Shrek Academy and let them handle it themselves?" another Title Douluo suggested.

"You think we need to ask?" The titled Douluo who had spoken up earlier glared at him and said irritably, "You go if you want, I'll keep watch here, lest this great god take his anger out on us!"

"..." The titled Douluo who made the suggestion was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't dare to move. No one wanted to provoke this great god.

...(End of chapter)