Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

In the realm of gods, the divine radiance seemed dimmed under the shadow of the massive meteorite.

Poseidon Tang San exerted all his divine power and once again activated "Poseidon's Twilight." A golden torrent of divine power surged toward the meteorite like a raging sea. However, in the face of that terrifying power interwoven with time and space, this divine skill, which was capable of destroying the world, vanished without a trace, like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

An unprecedented sense of despair and powerlessness swept over him. For the first time, Tang San clearly felt that he, the God King, was as insignificant as an ant in the face of the true power of heaven and earth.

The meteorite, wreathed in flames that could incinerate everything, drew ever closer, and the shadow of death completely enveloped him.

"Do not--!"

In the private medical room of the Star Luo Imperial Palace in the Star Luo Empire, Tang San, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly opened his eyes. His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, his breathing was rapid, and his chest heaved violently.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, his heart still pounding. The nightmare had been too real; the suffocating feeling of being crushed by a meteorite still lingered in his throat.

"It was just a nightmare..." Tang San muttered to himself as he calmed down.

But after searching through all his memories, he couldn't find any fragments related to "meteorite". Could it be that the toxins in his body were causing him to have such absurd nightmares?
He shook his groggy head and looked around.

The ward was luxuriously decorated and filled with a faint medicinal fragrance, clearly the top-tier medical room of the Star Luo Imperial Palace.

Tang San breathed a slight sigh of relief: "Although that old guy Xuanzi is unreliable, Xuanji Douluo is indeed trustworthy."

It's a miracle that I survived from that crazy woman, Dugu Luo.

The thought of Dugu Luo instantly turned Tang San's eyes sinister, and he gritted his teeth, vowing in his heart: "Dugu Luo, you just wait! If I, Tang San, don't tear you to pieces, I swear I'm not human!"

The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well was indeed the property of the Dugu family ten thousand years ago, but so what? It's because your ancestor, Dugu Bo, was a good-for-nothing who guarded a treasure trove but didn't know how to use it and was also stupid enough to be fooled.

Taking the resources from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire was making the best use of them, so why should Dugu Luo chase after him and try to kill him?

Just as he was cursing Dugu Luo in his heart, a strange feeling suddenly welled up in his heart—it seemed... empty down there.

Tang San's body trembled violently, and an ominous premonition instantly filled him with fear.

He reached out with trembling hands and carefully lifted the blanket covering him, only to see what lay between his thighs.

He was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning. His pupils contracted sharply, and an incredulous roar escaped his throat: "Where did my hidden weapon go?"

Inside Wen Yu's private room.

The girl lay comfortably on a cushioned recliner, her fingertips lightly tracing the armrests as she listened to the doctor's report.

"Lord Wen Yu, we have dealt with Tang San as you instructed." An older physician spoke nervously, "Do you think... Shrek Academy will cause us trouble because of this?"

"It's alright." Wen Yu's tone was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion. "My master will cover for you; nothing will happen."

"With Lord Wen Yu's words, we can rest assured!" The physicians breathed a sigh of relief, and the worry on their faces dissipated.

"but--"

Just as the doctors turned to leave, Wen Yu suddenly called out to them.

"Does Lord Wen Yu have any further instructions?" The physicians immediately tensed up and turned around.

Although the young woman before them appeared gentle and refined, as a genius Soul Master, her temper was often eccentric and unpredictable. They dared not be negligent in the slightest, for fear of accidentally offending her. "If anyone asks, just say—" Wen Yu raised her eyes, her gaze calmly sweeping over everyone, "The toxins in Tang San's body have already corroded his entire body. If his lower body is not removed in time, his martial soul bloodline will be completely polluted, and he will no longer be able to cultivate."

"Yes! We understand!" The old doctor nodded quickly, making sure to remember those words.

"By the way," another physician stepped forward and added, "Lord Wen Yu, a servant just informed us that Young Master Dai Huabin of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion wishes to see Tang San."

"Let him go." Wen Yu didn't think much of it and casually waved his hand. "Alright, you may all leave."

"Yes!"

The doctors, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dared not linger for a moment and quickly left the room.

Wen Yu closed her eyes again, her gaze falling on the flowers on the windowsill that were beginning to wither.

The petals have fallen, the leaves have turned yellow, as if life is rapidly slipping away. Yet, among the withered branches, a few slender blue-silver vines quietly emerge, carrying a tenacious vitality, like new branches blooming in dire straits.

"Such a potent toxin," Wen Yu murmured softly. "Even the Blue Silver Emperor's bloodline almost couldn't withstand it."

"However, thanks to you, I was able to successfully obtain the bloodline sample of the Blue Silver Emperor."

Inside the medical room, Tang San was still immersed in immense shock and despair.

He stared intently at the gap between his thighs, the pain and despair in his heart a thousand times more intense than when Xiao Wu perished.

Xiao Wu is dead, but he can find a way to revive her. But can he get back what he has lost?
This is simply worse than killing him!
"boom--"

Just then, the door of the ward was pushed open.

Tang San snapped back to his senses, and like a startled rabbit, he quickly covered his lower body tightly with the blanket and looked warily toward the door.

When he saw that it was Dai Huabin who walked in, he should have breathed a sigh of relief—after all, he was from the Star Luo Empire and shouldn't hurt him.

But for some reason, the moment he saw Dai Huabin, his heart suddenly started pounding uncontrollably, and a strange tension and panic surged into his heart, making his whole body tremble.

Why? What is he afraid of?
Inside the Shrek Hotel, Dai Hao completely lost face.

If Xuanzi hadn't pulled him away from the Shrek Hotel, he probably would have become a clown in the circus tonight.

At this moment, Dai Hao couldn't understand why Huo Yuhao wouldn't forgive him, even though he, as the father, had admitted his mistake.

It's clearly all Lady White Tiger's fault. He knew nothing at all, so why is he being blamed for everything?

He couldn't understand it at all.

Seeing Dai Hao's current state, Xuanzi reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Dai Hao, you need to pull yourself together. Since Huo Yuhao is an unfilial son, we at Shrek Academy still have Huo Yutong."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Upon hearing the name "Huo Yutong," Dai Hao immediately perked up. "Yutong is definitely more sensible than her brother."

As for why he had this idea, he believed in Shrek Academy.

...(End of chapter)