On the arena, the projection of a divine weapon ultimately proved more powerful—two Evil Soul Master Soul Douluos' Martial Soul Fusion Technique wasn't enough. This scene deeply shocked every spectator present.
There were naturally many reasons for this: the Angel Martial Soul's suppression of Evil Soul Masters, the Angel Holy Sword's power of judgment, and Qian Lingyi's divine inheritance. But the audience couldn't consider that deeply. They only saw one thing—this Angel girl, who was merely at the Soul Sage level, had defeated two Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Douluo level. She was simply too strong!
On the stage, Qian Lingyi was preparing to deliver the final blow to the Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters. Although the two of them were barely standing by supporting each other, they were suffering under the ravaging power of the holy light, leaving them with no strength to resist Qian Lingyi's finishing move.
"We admit defeat—" To survive, they unhesitatingly chose to surrender. But Qian Lingyi's holy sword paid no heed—before they could finish speaking, it pierced through one of their hearts.
"Stop!" Referee Zheng Zhan shouted to intervene.
Yet the holy sword did not stop. It pierced through the other one's heart as well. The sisters' faces were full of disbelief and unwillingness. The flames of divine judgment ignited, engulfing their bodies. Within seconds, Wu Yun and Wu Yu were completely gone.
"I told you to stop! Why didn't you stop?" Zheng Zhan rebuked her loudly, though he had clearly had the chance to save at least one of them earlier.
"Hmph!" Qian Lingyi snorted coldly. "I said it already—there is no path to survival for Evil Soul Masters beneath the sword of an Angel!"
Her words were resolute and undeniable, echoing throughout the arena. The audience erupted in unprecedented cheers. Cries of "Angel!" resounded through the stands—Qian Lingyi's reputation soared to its peak in this tournament.
"Kekekeke…" At that moment, a sinister laugh rang out. It was as if the audience's throats had been clutched—every cheer abruptly ceased. The massive venue was now silent, filled only by this poisonous laughter and a tightening, suffocating atmosphere.
"Well, well, well. Very good." Amid everyone's attention, the black-robed Grand Preceptor stood up on the main platform. His expression unreadable, but his words carried deadly killing intent. "As expected of the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul… Excellent. Truly excellent."
As his voice fell, dense black mist rose behind him, followed by an evil, bloody chill spreading across the arena.
"E-Evil Soul Master!"
"His Highness' personal preceptor is an Evil Soul Master?!"
"Heavens! Grand Preceptor Zhongli is an Evil Soul Master? Could the Holy Spirit Sect be his sect then?!"
…
The audience was in utter shock. They never imagined that the Grand Preceptor, personally appointed by the Crown Prince and Regent, could be an Evil Soul Master. This went beyond comprehension. Had the imperial family really accepted Evil Soul Masters? Wasn't that utterly unforgivable?
Xu Tianran's expression also turned ugly. Zhongli Wu's actions had now completely exposed their collusion. What a mess! Truly, Evil Soul Masters were thankless wolves!
Zhongli Wu could no longer care about appearances. Qian Lingyi's actions had provoked him to the extreme. He absolutely could not allow this girl, inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel, to live. Based on today's performance, if she ever reached the Titled Douluo realm, she could become the death knell for all Evil Soul Masters—perhaps even the next Angel God!
They had only just escaped the previous Angel God's suppression. They didn't want to relive the humiliations of their ancient predecessors. She had to be killed before she fully matured!
They didn't have another Sea God to help them kill a new Angel God!
With this killing intent, Zhongli Wu struck. Behind him appeared six black and three red soul rings. Nine rings in total. The murmuring crowd immediately fell silent. He raised his hand, and a massive hand of black mist formed, crashing down toward Qian Lingyi on the arena.
At this moment, Zhu Ziyang could not remain idle. With a thought, he instantly appeared on the stage and shielded Qian Lingyi behind him. Raising one hand, he unleashed a palm strike—radiant light shattered the dark hand of Zhongli Wu.
"Who are you to touch my people?" With a calm voice, Zhu Ziyang summoned the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe into his hand. The golden scythe gleamed as he stood firmly.
"Good. Very good." Zhongli Wu narrowed his eyes. He had expected that attacking Qian Lingyi might draw out a powerhouse from Shrek Academy—but instead of any elder, it was Zhu Ziyang, someone he personally wished to kill, who arrived and even shattered his strike.
Still, he was pleased. He could take care of Zhu Ziyang as well.
"I'll let you die knowing. I am Zhongli Wu, Titled 'Death God'!"
"Death God?" Zhu Ziyang raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. "Would this be a case of a fake running into the real one?"
"Die!" Zhongli Wu didn't understand the implication but launched an attack anyway. Blood-drenched death energy gathered into hundreds of three-meter-long death needles. They rained down toward the stage like a deadly storm.
This was Zhongli Wu's eighth soul skill: Death God's Needles!
Zhu Ziyang remained calm. He lightly tapped the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe on the ground. Golden light surged from beneath him, forming a shield that enclosed both himself and Qian Lingyi. His control over light had reached a level near law-level mastery.
All the Death God's Needles struck the light barrier—and instantly evaporated into black mist. The shield remained unscathed.
Zhongli Wu was stunned. This was his eighth soul skill! A 98th-rank Super Douluo's hundred-thousand-year soul skill! Yet it hadn't even scratched a casually summoned shield? Was the world going mad? Had he grown old? Or was extreme light truly this terrifying? His thoughts were a mess.
"Since you've attacked, let me return the courtesy." Zhu Ziyang said.
Nine blood-red soul rings appeared behind him, but he wasn't planning to use them. They were merely for pressure. He raised the Stillness Fate Ending Scythe upright—its radiance splitting heaven and earth into four.
Then, he spoke:
"I declare—Light is eternal!"
In that moment, all saw only golden brilliance—no bodies, no forms, only the divine voice that followed: "End your life!"
When the light faded and peace returned, everyone realized—the once-dominant Zhongli Wu was now collapsed on the stage, less than five meters from Zhu Ziyang.
The Grand Preceptor was disheveled, bleeding from the mouth, his eyes filled with terror. His black aura was gone. His soul rings vanished. Even his soul power seemed to have dissipated—he was no longer a Soul Master.
"W-What did you do? Why… why is my death power gone? Why can't I feel my Martial Soul?!" Zhongli Wu's voice trembled with fear—Zhu Ziyang's power was beyond his understanding, and humans fear what they cannot comprehend.
"Usurping the name of Death God—execution without mercy." Zhu Ziyang coldly declared.
The scythe slashed.
"No! No! You can't kill me! My mother is an Ultimate Douluo—!"
The voice ended abruptly. His head hit the ground with a thud and rolled to Zheng Zhan's feet—those terrified eyes still staring blankly.
Gulp—Zheng Zhan was petrified. His legs trembled. He might never want to referee again.
The arena was silent as ever. Even the sound of a sweat drop hitting the floor echoed loudly. Everyone remained frozen, unable to process what they'd just witnessed.
In just minutes, more had happened than many saw in a lifetime. A Soul Sage Angel defeating two Soul Douluos; the royal Grand Preceptor revealed as an Evil Soul Master and attempting to kill her; the Shrek captain stepping in and destroying his attack in one blow.
And then—most fantastical of all—Zhongli Wu's full-force eighth soul skill was blocked by a casual light shield. A casual shield! Against a Super Douluo's full-strength attack! It defied logic.
But if that was magical, Zhu Ziyang's next actions bordered on myth. Not just a Titled Douluo at age twenty—but nine red soul rings. Nine! It was as if he had nine ninth soul rings. How could other Titled Douluo compete?
Maybe because Zhu Ziyang's power was so overwhelming, everyone found it perfectly normal that he killed Zhongli Wu as easily as slaughtering a dog.
Zhu Ziyang, after killing Zhongli Wu, was calm and collected. He looked up at Xu Tianran—who just so happened to be looking at him too, with a panicked, almost fawning smile.
Xu Tianran was terrified. He knew Zhongli Wu's power—a 98th-rank Super Douluo, nearly a god. Yet this Zhu Ziyang killed him effortlessly. If Zhu Ziyang wanted to kill him now, no one could stop it.
So he quickly wore his best diplomatic smile, burying any resentment deep inside.
"Your Highness the Regent, did you know your Grand Preceptor was an Evil Soul Master?" Zhu Ziyang asked, beaming.
"Er… I didn't expect that…" Xu Tianran flushed with anger—Zhu Ziyang was obviously doing this on purpose! Airing this scandal in public just to humiliate him. Still, he forced a smile. "I too was deceived. I never knew he was an Evil Soul Master."
"Oh? Then it seems even someone as wise as His Highness can be fooled by their deceit. Truly, Evil Soul Masters are insidious—how dare they deceive His Highness. Unforgivable!" Zhu Ziyang said with exaggerated concern.
"Yes! Exactly!" Xu Tianran quickly agreed, secretly relieved. Zhu Ziyang couldn't really strike him here. This was just for show, right?
"Then what punishment does His Highness intend for these Evil Soul Masters? After all, deceiving royalty is a grave crime!" Zhu Ziyang pressed with a smile.
"W-What?" Xu Tianran was stunned.
"I asked—how will His Highness punish these Evil Soul Masters? Or… does His Highness intend to pardon them?" Zhu Ziyang's tone grew sharper.
"This…" Xu Tianran hesitated. "This is an internal matter of my empire. No need for Your Grace to worry."
"Eradicating Evil Soul Masters is Shrek Academy's duty. We are obligated to ensure all nations fulfill their responsibility in purging them. Is His Highness perhaps unwilling?" Zhu Ziyang asked coolly.
"Of course not!" Xu Tianran denied immediately.
"Then how about issuing a decree to exterminate Evil Soul Masters? That way, your people and the continent can witness the firm stance of your royal court." Zhu Ziyang smiled even more brightly.
"…Very well! I thank Your Grace for the suggestion." Xu Tianran gritted his teeth. "By my decree—every citizen of the Sun Moon Empire is hereby obligated to exterminate Evil Soul Masters wherever they are found. Let all loyal subjects heed this call!"
"We obey!" All Sun Moon citizens at the scene stood and echoed loudly.
Xu Tianran smiled on the surface but was already planning how to appease the Holy Spirit Sect tonight. Zhongli Wu was dead, but there were still two Ultimate Douluo from the sect. He couldn't afford to offend them.
At the same time, he began to truly hate Zhu Ziyang.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Your Highness." Zhu Ziyang smiled with satisfaction.
Regardless of outcome, Xu Tianran had been thoroughly humiliated today—collusion with Evil Soul Masters, being forced to issue a public decree by Shrek. Either was a fatal blow to his prestige.
Zhu Ziyang genuinely felt grateful to Zhongli Wu—for sacrificing his life to give him the perfect opportunity to discredit Xu Tianran.
It was clear—the people of Mingdu had nearly lost all faith in Xu Tianran and the royal Sun Lineage. Just one final push remained. And Zhu Ziyang had already prepared it!
He waved his hand, storing Zhongli Wu's corpse, then pulled Qian Lingyi off the stage. Xu Tianran left in a hurry, face black as ink. Only Zheng Zhan remained, dazedly announcing:
"Shrek Academy wins!"
(End of Chapter)
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