Douluo Continent: I Moved the Entire Dragon King.

The smiles on the faces of the men in black froze instantly. They tried to struggle and escape, but the suction force was too strong. They tried to release their soul power to resist, but the next second, their bodies were uncontrollably lifted off the ground and flew towards the gluttonous maw.

Screams, curses, and pleas for mercy were all mixed together.

But Xuanzi remained unmoved.

The Taotie's true form suddenly closed its massive maw, and the figures vanished completely before his eyes.

Following this, a massive surge of flesh and soul power rushed into Xuanzi's body. It was a mixture of several streams of soul power, thick and scalding, flowing down along his meridians.

Xuanzi groaned, feeling as if his entire body was being roasted on a fire. Then, an unbelievable force surged from his left shoulder.

The sleeves that were originally empty began to bulge out little by little.

First the forearm, then the wrist, then the palm.

A brand new arm grew out from the severed wound.

Xuanzi stared at his newly grown arm, stunned for a moment, then burst into a wild, maniacal laugh that echoed through the desolate mountains, sounding incredibly jarring.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"So that's how it is... So this is the true destiny of the Gluttonous Martial Soul!"

Xuanzi laughed loudly, his laughter filled with madness.

He had spent most of his life eliminating evil spirit masters, maintaining order on the continent, protecting the reputation of Shrek Academy, and safeguarding the peace of Douluo Continent, but what was the result?

As it turns out, he himself is now forced to cultivate like an evil spirit master.

But all of this... none of this matters anymore.

It was Douluo Continent that betrayed them first.

He diligently protected the Douluo Continent for most of his life, treating Shrek Academy as his home since his youth, and striving to cultivate and become stronger for the honor of this home.

He stood up countless times to fight those evil spirit masters, and was injured countless times to protect those behind him. He thought that everything he had done would be remembered.

But how do they treat themselves?

Beibei crippled one of his arms, and Moon's Dragon Pill was not given to him. Shrek Academy in the sky tortured him mercilessly in front of the entire continent, even tearing off his last arm.

Such blatant disrespect is disastrous; he might as well not protect the Douluo Continent at all.

A mad light flashed in Xuanzi's eyes, and his whole body exuded a rather evil aura.

Starting today, he will strive to grow and then destroy all these guys, destroy everything!

Chapter 408 This move is somewhat similar to your ring-blowing technique.

On the competition stage, two figures stood facing each other.

Lin Xi stood there, her emerald green eyes quietly watching the black-robed man opposite her. The Sleepy Douluo standing opposite her slowly raised his hand and pulled his hood back a little, revealing a pale and thin face. In the deep-set eye sockets, a pair of dark purple eyes were staring intently at Lin Xi.

In essence, both of them are spirit-type Soul Masters.

Sleepy Douluo was well aware of this, which is why he chose Lin Xi as his challenger without hesitation.

His cultivation method is completely different from that of ordinary soul masters. While others rely on cultivating soul power and absorbing soul rings to improve themselves, he relies on devouring the resentment of others after their death, and then transforming that resentment into his own spiritual power, accumulating it little by little until he has reached this point today.

This road is not easy to travel; in fact, it can be described as a road stained with blood.

The reason why Sleepy Douluo slaughtered that entire village was because he needed those resentments, the intense emotions that those people unleashed before their deaths—whether it was anger, fear, or despair—that was the nourishment he craved most.

The village had enough people to break through the bottleneck at the time, so he took action, cleanly and decisively, leaving no one alive.

And now he stands here, on the stage of Shrek Academy in the sky, with a very simple purpose: to defeat Lin Xi.

He knew perfectly well that he couldn't do anything out of line to Lin Xi here. Dean Lin Feng was standing with his hands behind his back, seemingly nonchalant, but his eyes were always fixed on the competition stage.

If he dared to use those methods to harm Lin Xi's spiritual essence during the competition, he would probably be crushed to death in the next instant without even a chance to resist.

He couldn't afford to take that risk.

So his purpose in coming here is very simple: to win a match and get the reward, nothing more.

The reason he chose Lin Xi was because Lin Xi was the only Soul Master among the bottom ten who leaned towards spiritual power.

As for the strength of the opponent's mental power, Sleepy Douluo was not sure. After all, one cannot sense the battle of a mental-type Soul Master through the light screen; it is all invisible, whether it is attack or defense.

All that could be sensed was the fluctuation of soul power.

Now, standing on this competition stage, he finally has the opportunity to experience firsthand just how powerful the mental strength of the Shrek Academy students really is.

Just then, the match began, and Sleep Douluo launched the first attack, directly releasing his martial soul, Nightmare Demon.

This kind of soul beast is not particularly strong in combat among soul beasts, and can even be said to be relatively weak, but its illusion ability is extremely outstanding, making it a natural illusion master.

When Sleepy Douluo obtained this martial soul, he already knew which path he should take in the future. He gave up all his abilities in direct combat and poured all his efforts into illusion magic.

His first soul skill is "Dark Mist." (No soul skills are mentioned in the original novel.)

A cloud of gray mist spread out from beneath his feet, rapidly enveloping the entire arena and making everything hazy.

However, Lin Xi did not panic. Her emerald green eyes narrowed slightly, and the Illusionary Butterfly Martial Soul quietly appeared behind her.

"The Dance of the Illusory Butterflies".

A pale green light emanated from Lin Xi, and countless small butterflies fluttered around it.

The gray fog collided with the green light, but the fog was unable to penetrate the pale green light.

Sleepy Douluo then formed a strange hand seal in front of him, releasing his second soul skill.

A ghostly shadow looms over me.

Countless gray-black shadows emerged from the mist. These shadows had no fixed shape; sometimes they were twisted human figures, and sometimes they were ferocious beast heads. They rushed towards Lin Xi from all directions with a chilling aura.

Seeing this, a glint flashed in Lin Xi's emerald eyes. She gently raised her hands, and the wings of the Illusionary Butterfly behind her suddenly spread open.

"The Myriad Beasts Illusionary Realm".

In that instant, the green light around Lin Xi intensified, spreading outwards. Wherever it passed, phantom beasts formed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air.

Tigers, leopards, wolves, eagles, snakes—all sorts of ferocious beasts appeared in layers, their bodies semi-transparent yet exuding a real sense of oppression. Each phantom beast's eyes shone with a bright emerald light as they charged toward the gray-black shadows.

The two magical forces collided violently in the center of the arena.

The dark gray shadows and the emerald green phantom beasts were intertwined, tearing at each other, devouring each other, dissipating, and constantly reforming.

Sleepy Douluo stood there, his dark purple eyes slightly narrowed. He could clearly sense that Lin Xi's mental barrier remained stable. Even as she released so many phantom beasts, her own defense did not weaken in the slightest.

This little girl has incredibly strong mental power.

A sense of emotion welled up in Sleepy Douluo's heart. He had cultivated to his current level by killing and devouring countless lives day after day for decades. It was the resentment accumulated from those countless lives that forged his current mental strength.

But Lin Xi, who looked to be no more than a teenager, already possessed mental strength comparable to his own.

Just how many golden pearls did she eat?

If I had had such resources back then, why would I have slaughtered those mortals and low-level soul masters?

Why was he wanted by the entire mainland and forced to hide for so many years?

It's a pity, they were born into different backgrounds.

Sleepy Douluo was indeed envious, but he also knew that despite his envy, he still had to win this battle.

His hands changed hand seals again, and his third and fourth soul skills were released simultaneously.

Nightmares overlap, a nightmare imprisoning the archer.

Two layers of gray-black light burst forth from his body simultaneously. One layer shimmered on the arena, while the other pressed directly against Lin Xi's mental barrier, attempting to trap her within it.

Lin Xi frowned slightly; she could feel her mental pressure suddenly increase significantly.

The light of the Dance of Illusions began to tremble slightly, and the phantom beasts in the Myriad Beasts Illusionary Realm also began to become unstable. Several phantom beasts shattered and dissipated the moment they collided with the Shadow of Nightmare.

But she did not back down. Her emerald green eyes remained bright. She poured more spiritual energy into her martial soul, and the wings of the Illusionary Butterfly suddenly flapped, spreading a new layer of green light.

Both sides were using illusions to fight and probe each other, and the pace of the battle was getting faster and faster.

The shadows of Sleepy Douluo constantly changed form, sometimes turning into a giant python to coil around, sometimes into a sharp blade to pierce, while Lin Xi's phantom beasts constantly replenished and counterattacked.

But as the fight went on, Sleepy Douluo noticed something was wrong.

He sensed that his mental energy was being consumed at a perceptible rate; each time the shadow was dispersed, he lost a portion of his mental energy.

As for Lin Xi, although her mental energy consumption was also very high, and the energy required to maintain the Myriad Beasts Illusion was no less than his, her recovery speed was much faster than his.

The two have the same mental strength, but the opponent's mana regeneration is faster than his own?

Shrek Academy's methods are truly unpredictable and difficult to guard against.

Sleepy Douluo quickly calculated in his mind that continuing the stalemate would be disadvantageous to him.

Moreover, Lin Xi still has methods she hasn't shown yet, such as the method she displayed in the Blood God Army. Sleepy Douluo is not sure if he can deal with that method.

Since that's the case, let's get this over with quickly and not delay any longer.

Sleepy Douluo took a deep breath, and the dark purple light in his deep-set eyes suddenly intensified.

He clasped his hands together abruptly, then pulled them outwards, causing nine spirit rings to rise simultaneously from beneath his feet. The spirit rings were arranged in order: two yellow, two purple, and five black. (In the original story, Zhong Liwu of the Holy Spirit Cult had a spirit ring configuration of six black and three red, while Feng Ling had three purple, five black, and one red, presumably indicating they possessed methods to increase the age of their spirit rings. However, Scorpion Tiger Douluo had the standard two yellow, two purple, and five black configuration; this is the same configuration used here.)

Immediately afterwards, all nine soul rings burst into flames, each engulfed in a grayish-black fire. (The Great Holy Spirit and the Second Holy Spirit of the Holy Spirit Cult possess this ability; the Holy Spirit Cult here also knows it.)

In that instant, Sleep Douluo's soul power and mental power both experienced a sudden and explosive increase!

In the realm of gods, Oscar looked through the light screen and was completely stunned by what he saw.

"This...this move feels a bit like the mistress's ring-blowing trick, doesn't it?"

Chapter 409 After being a god for so long, has your brain really gone mad?

As soon as Oscar uttered those words, the gods in the realm of apes roared in astonishment.

Tang San stood there, his face still maintaining that calm expression, but in his heart he was cursing Oscar to the bone.

This guy doesn't even think before he speaks.

I am pure and innocent, a dignified sea god and asura god, how could I possibly be associated with an evil soul master organization?

Oscar's words, to put it nicely, were unintentional; to put it bluntly, they were pushing him into a fire pit.

Tang San was secretly displeased. Over the years in the God Realm, he had carefully maintained his image as a gentle and refined person who was generous and tolerant and never made enemies.

But Oscar, with just one word, linked himself to that dirty stuff called the Holy Spirit Church. If this gets out, how will the other gods view him?

Could it be that the realm of the gods is too peaceful, causing Oscar to forget the weight of his words?

Tang San sneered inwardly, but remained outwardly calm. He slowly raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the surrounding crowd. Then he spoke, his voice gentle and as composed as ever.

"This matter has nothing to do with me."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"You should all remember that ten thousand years ago, when I was still traveling in the Douluo Continent, I personally destroyed the Slaughter City. That place was the lair of fallen soul masters. Now that I have destroyed it, how could I be associated with evil soul masters?"

His tone was frank and open, and after he finished speaking, Tang San's gaze subtly swept across the surrounding crowd.

Although the City of Slaughter was the place where the previous Asura God passed on his position, Tang San had already inherited the Asura God's position, so its destruction was no big deal.

Ma Hongjun spoke up at this point.

"This matter has absolutely nothing to do with Third Brother."

“We know Third Brother best. How could he possibly collude with evil spirit masters? Oscar, what you're saying is rather inappropriate.”

Tang San nodded in satisfaction upon hearing these words.

As expected of someone who had gone to great lengths to bring him to the position of a second-level god, Ma Hongjun, his follower, standing up for him at this moment was indeed the right thing to do.

Tang San's expression relaxed slightly, and his gaze toward Ma Hongjun carried a hint of approval.

However, at that moment, a cold voice rang out.

"Is it really unrelated to Tang San at all?"

The one who spoke was the God King of Destruction, whose purple eyes were filled with a cold light. His gaze was fixed on Tang San without any intention of avoiding him.

Tang San was slightly taken aback, then smiled and was about to bring up the matter of the Slaughter City again to deal with it, but the God King of Destruction did not give him the chance and continued to speak.

"I've always known that Tang San did a lot of petty theft on Douluo Continent."

"Although they are all shady little tricks, they were done quite a few times."