Douluo Dalu: Immortal Dragon Clan

News of the fall of the Star Luo Empire's borders swept across the entire Douluo Continent, causing widespread panic. However, Shrek Academy, the backbone of the continent, remained strangely silent.

Inside the Neptune Pavilion meeting room, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

Mo Yan sat in the main seat, his fingertips casually tracing the intelligence files on the table. He remained silent throughout, his beautiful eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Mo Yan!" Old Master Song couldn't hold back any longer and slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with anxiety. "You are now the young master of Shrek Academy. You have to say something at a time like this! The Star Luo border has been breached. If we don't make a statement, what will the people on the continent think of Shrek Academy?"

Mo Yan raised his eyes, glanced at her casually, and uttered four words lightly: "How about surrendering?"

Old Song: "..."

An elder suddenly stood up, his beard trembling with anger: "Young Master! You must be joking! We just finalized the alliance with the Star Luo Empire's Shattered Star Douluo a few days ago. If we were to surrender now, wouldn't that be a disgrace to Shrek Academy?"

"That was your own doing." Mo Yan picked at his ear, his tone lazy. "I said back then that if you wanted trouble, go find Xuan Zi. You insisted on putting me in this position. Now that something's happened, what does it have to do with me?"

"But you are the young master!" The elders were almost driven mad by her, their voices trembling.

I thought that after Xuanzi's death, Moyan's rise to power would restore Shrek Academy's glory. Who knew that this girl was a demon among demons, and she didn't care about the academy's reputation at all!

"Then I'll just quit, okay?" Mo Yan shrugged, looking indifferent.

"You, you..." Several elders were so angry that they clutched their chests and almost fainted.

Old Song took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew this was not the time to be angry, so he changed the subject and went straight to the point: "Mo Yan, what time is it now? Stop making trouble."

I think you should ask your godmother for help. Only with her intervention can Shrek's reputation be salvaged!

Mo Yan raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a half-smile: "Okay."

The elders all breathed a sigh of relief, their hearts finally at ease.

If that Limit Douluo is willing to make a move, let alone one Sun Moon Empire, even ten of them might not be a match for him!

But Mo Yan's next words plunged them into dead silence once again.

"Then let Elder Song lead his men to the front lines to provide support."

"Mo Yan!" Old Song's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief.

"What are you yelling about!" Mo Yan slammed her hand on the table, finally abandoning her lazy demeanor. Her eyes sharpened like knives as she swept over all the elders present. "As an elder of Shrek Academy, now is the time for you to win back the academy's glory! You're all hundreds of years old combined, and you come here to ask me, a teenage girl, what I think? Have you no shame?"

She scoffed, her tone full of sarcasm: "I suspect that if Old Master Mu were still alive, without Xuanzi and Yan Shaozhe tormenting him, he would probably be driven to death by you old geezers!"

"Don't you think so, Jin Tianming?"

As Mo Yan finished speaking, his gaze drifted lightly to a corner of the conference room.

The elders, who were blushing and red-faced from being rebuked, froze upon hearing this and all looked in the direction she was looking.

In the shade of a towering golden tree, a blond man leaned against the trunk, arms crossed, a half-smile playing on his lips, as if he had been standing there for a very long time.

"How did you get here?" an old man exclaimed in shock, his voice filled with terror.

"No! How did you get into the Golden Tree's range?" Elder Song's face turned deathly pale instantly. The Golden Tree was the foundation of Shrek Academy and was covered with countless restrictions. Even a Limit Douluo could not sneak into the Sea God Pavilion silently!

"Boy, you are courting death!"

Gong Changlong was known for his fiery temper. Without saying a word, his martial spirit instantly possessed him, and his red-glowing dragon claws tore through the air as he pounced on Jin Tianming.

In his view, no matter who the other party was, trespassing on the Sea God Pavilion would only lead to death!
Mo Yan stared wide-eyed at Gong Changlong's retreating figure, his lips twitching: "No way, bro, can't you see the difference in strength between the two sides?"
The next second, blood splattered.

No one saw how Jin Tianming made his move; they only heard a crisp "crack" followed by the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.

Gong Changlong's head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and astonishment.

His body remained in a forward-leaning posture, blood gushing from his neck like a fountain, staining the gold bricks beneath his feet. He died without even being able to unleash his Martial Soul True Form.

The whole place was dead silent.

The elders were completely dumbfounded, standing frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

What kind of monster is this? !
He's far more terrifying than any monster genius in Shrek Academy's history!
"So, this is all the elders of Shrek Academy are capable of?" Jin Tianming slowly straightened up, glanced down at Gong Changlong's corpse, and said with obvious disappointment in his voice.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the pale-faced elders, his golden eyes devoid of any emotion.

The elders were so frightened that they backed away, their backs almost touching the cold wall.

Their gazes all turned toward the head of the table, their eyes filled with pleading—Mo Yan, save us!

But the next second, their pupils suddenly contracted.

The main seat was empty.

The young master who was just arguing with them had vanished without a trace!
Even Elder Song didn't realize when Mo Yan left.

The senior members: "???"

"It seems she doesn't really want to lend you a hand." Jin Tianming chuckled, but his gentle smile was more chilling to the elders than the most terrifying ghost in the world. "Then, everyone, I hope you are stronger than that old fellow from before."

Outside the Golden Tree, on the shore of Poseidon Lake.

Mo Yan stood by the lake, watching the golden tree shadows reflected on the calm surface of the water, a pleased smile curving his lips.

Having Jin Tianming deal with these annoying old guys for me is a wonderful thing; I don't even have to lift a finger.

That's cool!

"Mo Yan, wasn't there supposed to be a meeting of the Sea God Pavilion? Why is someone standing outside all by themselves?"

An aged voice suddenly sounded from behind, tinged with doubt.

Mo Yan's body stiffened abruptly, and he slowly raised his head to look at the person who had just arrived.

Good heavens, there's another one here!
It seems that we'll have to deal with these escapees ourselves in the end.

Mo Yan slowly turned around, looking at the figure walking slowly behind him. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his tone carried a hint of impatience: "Yan Shaozhe, you really are annoying."

"What did you say?" Yan Shaozhe paused, his gentle smile vanishing instantly. He never expected that Mo Yan would react this way simply for asking about the meeting.

"It's nothing." Mo Yan said calmly, and the moment her words fell, her fingertips quietly traced a strange arc.

The next second, Yan Shaozhe's body was suddenly engulfed in flames!
The flames were not the usual crimson, but a strange, bright red. As soon as they appeared, they began to frantically lick his limbs and bones, as if trying to burn his bones to ashes.

“Ahhhh——!!!”

A piercing scream instantly echoed through the clouds, shaking the surrounding trees.

Yan Shaozhe convulsed in pain, his Soul Master robe instantly turning to ashes. He ran wildly toward Sea God Lake, trying to extinguish the flames on his body with the cold lake water.

But those bright red flames seemed to have grown into his flesh. No matter how much the cold lake water washed over his body, they did not weaken at all. Instead, they burned even more fiercely, and even the lake water was baked so that it steamed up puffs of white mist.

He struggled frantically in the lake, his skin charred black, his bones creaking under the strain, and his usually gentle eyes now held only boundless pain and terror.

Mo Yan stood by the lake, quietly watching this scene.

Her gaze was eerily calm, devoid of any emotion, as if the one suffering the agony of being burned alive before her was not the former dean of Shrek Academy, but an insignificant ant.

...(End of chapter)