Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

Outside the Shrek Hotel, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the ground in a golden-red hue.

As Mo Yan led Huo Yutong and Dugu Luo to the street corner, they saw Xuan Zi standing in front of the hotel like an angry Vajra, surrounded by a dense earthy yellow elemental power, his aura as violent as a volcano about to erupt.

He looked like a ravenous glutton, staring intently at his enemy who had come to his door, ready to pounce and tear him to pieces at any moment.

Xuanzi's gaze instantly locked onto Dugu Luo behind Mo Yan, his voice as cold as ice: "Mo Yan, hand over Dugu Luo."

"For the sake of the Limit Douluo behind you, I won't make things difficult for you. Get out of my way."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yan tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing Xuan Zi with his eyes that always carried a lazy smile, and asked in a questioning tone, "Old beggar, if you want to touch my people, you have to let me know why, right? Arresting people for no reason, do you think you are a constable of Xingluo City?"

"Heh~" Xuanzi let out a cold laugh, his anger almost bursting from his eyes. "Dugu Luo used deadly poison to harm Shrek Academy students. Such a vicious act, doesn't he deserve to die?"

"What poison?" Mo Yan remained nonchalant, as if listening to something trivial that had nothing to do with him.

"Don't play dumb with me!" Xuanzi's anger had reached its peak, and the earth-yellow soul power around him surged even more violently.

As the saying goes, even a clay figure has some temper, let alone Mo Yan and Dugu Luo's attitude of completely disregarding Shrek Academy, which completely ignited his anger.

He used to endure it because Elder Mu kept him in check; later, he endured it again because Long Xiaoyao intimidated him; now that he has received the blessing of Tang San's ancestor and successfully broken through to the Limit Douluo level, his strength has greatly increased. If he continues to endure it, he will truly become a Ninja Turtle!

"Then what if I say no?" Seeing that Xuanzi had completely lost control, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Mo Yan's eyes—the time had come.

She uttered those words in a flat tone, as if stating a trivial fact.

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying suction force suddenly erupted from Xuanzi, distorting and pulling the surrounding air. "Since that's the case, today I will clean up Shrek Academy's mess!" Xuanzi stopped wasting words and attacked directly.

The terrifying aura of a Limit Douluo swept out like a tsunami. Fortunately, Xu Jiujiu had already ordered the crowds in the shops around the hotel to be dispersed, otherwise, who knows how many people would have died in vain.

Despite Xuanzi's overwhelming pressure and powerful suction, Mo Yan's languid expression remained unchanged, her eyes eerily calm. She even asked slowly, "Old beggar, are you officially declaring war on me?"

"You harmed your fellow disciples, and you still have the nerve to ask questions?" Xuanzi roared angrily.

"Without any evidence, you rashly attacked me, and you think you're even more justified?" Mo Yan retorted sarcastically.

"Evidence?" Xuanzi scoffed, his chest heaving violently. "My words are the evidence!"

"Get over here and face your death!"

Just as Xuanzi was about to launch a full-force attack, a deadly sense of crisis suddenly overwhelmed him.

He reacted extremely quickly, instinctively dodging to the side. A blazing flame grazed his shoulder and slammed into the hotel wall behind him, instantly exploding into a sea of ​​fire.

Xuanzi, still shaken, touched his cheek and found some charred hair on his palm—in the instant he dodged, one side of his hair hadn't escaped the flames and had been burned.

His eyes narrowed as he stared intently at the shadows at the street corner, where a slender figure was slowly emerging, surrounded by eerie flames.

"So, the rat that's been hiding its head and tail has finally come out?" Xuanzi had completely lost his mind at this moment. The confidence he gained from breaking through to the Limit Douluo level made him fearless. "Since you dare to come out, then let this old man see what you're capable of!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanzi's soul power surged wildly, and a huge phantom of a Taotie appeared behind him. It was his martial soul—the Taotie Divine Ox.

Nine spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red. The optimal spirit ring combination demonstrated his formidable strength.

The woman slowly emerged from the shadows; it was Long Yaoyan. With each step she took, yin-yang flames ignited around her, drifting down like withered petals to form a beautiful yet deadly ring of fire around her.

The next second, countless flames suddenly condensed, transforming into menacing fire dragons that hovered above her head, poised to strike.

The auras of the two Limit Douluos collided instantly, the air seemed to freeze, and the surrounding space began to tremble slightly.

A thrilling showdown is about to begin.

Not far away, on the eaves of a house, Poison Undying was sitting on the rubble, holding a piece of sizzling meat in his hand, watching the standoff below with great interest.

He turned to the golden-bodied Douluo beside him and asked, "Old Jin, guess who will win between these two?"

“I think it’s Xuanzi.” The Golden Body Douluo stared down and analyzed in a solemn tone, “The Limit Douluo aura on his body is somewhat different from yours, Sect Master. It carries a very special sense of holiness.”

Perhaps his ability to break through to the Limit Douluo level is related to the legendary ancestors of Shrek Academy.

Everyone present was a top expert; none of them were fools.

Although Xuanzi was not weak before, he was still far from being a Limit Douluo, and it was almost impossible for him to break through naturally.

Unless they rely on external forces—either the legacy of those god-like ancestors from Shrek Academy, or the dragon core left behind by Moon.

Du Busi shook his head, took a big bite of roasted meat, and mumbled, "That old guy Xuanzi will die a terrible death."

That woman's strength is such that even if Xuanzi and I joined forces, we might not be a match for her.

"Sect Master, is this...is this true?" The Golden Body Douluo was filled with shock, his voice trembling slightly. "Two Limit Douluos working together couldn't defeat her? How is this possible?"

Poison Undying put down the roasted meat in his hand, stared intently at Long Yaoyan below, and after a moment of silence, slowly spoke: "Old Jin, I can tell you, this Soul Master Competition has been distorted from the very beginning."

It had long become a window of opportunity for that family to deal with certain individuals; Long Xiaoyao before, and Xuanzi now, were among their targets for elimination.

"As for more, I cannot be certain at this time."

"Then... what should we do?" The Golden Body Douluo's face turned pale. He finally realized how terrifying the game was hidden behind this seemingly ordinary Soul Master Competition.

"Either dig a tunnel and hide away, never to emerge from the world; or choose a side and surrender." Poison Undying's eyes were filled with struggle.

He came to watch the Soul Master Competition this time not for the sake of excitement—last time, the competition was held in the country where the Body Sect was located, and he went there to pass the time.

This time, he came to investigate the situation and consider how to ensure the survival of the Body Sect in this turmoil.

When he learned that the immortal family actually had a deity, he understood that perhaps this era had already become a battleground for two deities.

And all these Limit Douluos, these top experts among mortals, can do is protect themselves and their sects.

Should they hide away to avoid trouble, or should they actively choose sides?

Even though he couldn't die from poison, he was still fiercely hesitant.

...(End of chapter)