Douluo Continent: I Moved the Entire Dragon King.

"Finally, I can stretch my muscles a bit. My name is Long Yue, an 8th-ring Contra. All of you, come at me together."

Chapter 415: No matter how you attack, you can't break through the defense; the values ​​are filled in with your feet?

The moment they saw Long Yue, Ming Lei Dou Luo and the others felt their hearts sink.

They originally came to massacre the village, to prove that Shrek Academy in the sky was not omnipotent, but now it seems they'll be meeting their end sooner rather than later.

Ming Lei Dou Luo's gaze was fixed on Long Yue, a look of shock flashing in his eyes.

Keep in mind that the opponent is an eight-ring Soul Douluo. They couldn't even beat the five-ring Soul Kings and six-ring Soul Emperors of that Shrek Academy in the Sky. How are they supposed to fight a Soul Douluo?

Ming Lei Douluo clenched his teeth. He subconsciously glanced at You Ming Douluo beside him and found that the other's face was equally pale.

The two exchanged a glance, clearly understanding that even if everyone combined, they wouldn't be a match for Long Yue. So, they instinctively wanted to escape, hoping that fleeing might offer a glimmer of hope.

At that moment, the pillar of light behind Long Yue suddenly erupted with a blinding light, which then rapidly spread in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the light had transformed into a massive encirclement, completely surrounding Ming Lei Douluo, Youming Douluo, and the several Soul Saint Evil Soul Masters.

Ming Lei Douluo suddenly turned around, trying to rush out of the pillar of light, but when his body hit the light wall, it was as if he had hit an indestructible wall. He was bounced back and staggered a few steps before he regained his balance.

His pupils suddenly contracted, unable to escape.

The Netherworld Douluo also tried it once, and the result was the same.

A hint of panic finally surfaced in his cold eyes, and his withered arm trembled slightly, clearly not expecting this outcome.

The Soul Saints and Evil Soul Masters were ashen-faced. They looked at each other, then at the light barrier, and then at Long Yue. Fear surged up in their hearts like a tidal wave.

They were left with only two outcomes: either kill the dragon leaping in front of them, escape from here and die somewhere, or all of them would die here.

Could they kill Long Yue? They didn't even dare to think about it.

Ming Lei Douluo glanced at You Ming Douluo, and as their eyes met, they both saw the despair in each other's eyes.

However desperate they were, they were still unwilling to accept their fate, after all, they had come to this realization when they came out.

With a low shout, the Soul Power within Ming Lei Douluo suddenly erupted.

Two yellow, two purple, and five black soul rings rose one after another from beneath his feet, slowly swirling around his body.

Although he is only a level 92 Title Douluo, he is also a level 9 Soul Master. The combination of these two identities makes his combat power far exceed that of Soul Masters of the same level.

This is one of the reasons why he has a voice within the Church of the Holy Spirit.

Seeing this, the Netherworld Douluo gritted his teeth and also released his martial soul. A jet-black longsword condensed in his palm, its blade shimmering with a chilling light that seemed capable of devouring all the light around it.

Nine spirit rings also rose from beneath him: two yellow, three purple, and four black.

The Netherworld Douluo's soul power level was one level higher than that of the Nether Thunder Douluo, but his soul ring configuration was somewhat inferior. His purple fifth soul ring stood out conspicuously at this moment.

The other evil soul masters at the Soul Saint level also tensed up, releasing their own martial souls and soul rings, their eyes fixed on Long Yue.

Seeing their fearful expressions, Long Yue didn't rush to make a move.

He tilted his bald head, his gaze sweeping over the rising soul rings, a smile spreading across his lips.

"Ready? Then I'll begin."

Long Yue let out a low shout, and as his soul power surged, he suddenly raised both hands, palms facing the sky, in a supporting posture.

"The first soul skill, high mountains."

As soon as he finished speaking, a terrifying energy surge suddenly erupted from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic mountain appeared in the sky, its entire body grayish-brown, as if it were truly a mountain rising from the ground.

Of course, these were not real mountains and rivers, but for the group of evil spirit masters present, the oppressive feeling emanating from the mountain phantom was too real.

Ming Lei Douluo and You Ming Douluo exchanged a glance; they couldn't wait any longer.

"Make your move!"

Ming Lei Douluo roared, simultaneously raising his hand to retrieve an offensive soul tool shaped like a thunder hammer. The soul tool was entirely purplish-black, and as he channeled his soul power into it, crackling lightning erupted from its surface. (The original work only mentions three level-nine defensive soul tools; offensive soul tools are not mentioned.)

"Fifth Soul Skill, Hell Thunder!"

The voice of the Nether Thunder Douluo was violent. He suddenly swung the thunder hammer forward, and bolts of seemingly real Nether Thunder burst forth from the soul tool, accompanied by ear-piercing sounds like the roar of hell, and streaked with winding electric snakes as they rushed toward the direction where Long Yue was.

This is the fighting style of the Nether Thunder Douluo: he infuses the power of his Nether Thunder Martial Soul into his Soul Tool, and with the amplification effect of the Soul Tool, he takes the already powerful Soul Skill to another level.

At the same time, the Netherworld Douluo also moved.

"Third Soul Skill, Netherworld Blades!"

He suddenly swung the Netherworld Sword in his hand, and a blinding black light burst forth from its blade. The light quickly split into thousands of tiny sword shadows, which poured down towards Long Yue like a torrential rain.

Those sword shadows were pitch black, with a faint, cold light flowing around their edges, each carrying a sharp edge capable of cutting through steel.

They covered all the space around Long Yue to dodge, as if they wanted to crush him and the phantom mountain together.

The other evil soul masters at the Soul Saint level also began to unleash their attacks, their various soul skills intertwining and hurtling towards Long Yue.

Although their strength was far inferior to that of the Netherworld Thunder Douluo and the Netherworld Douluo, their advantage lay in their numbers. With more than a dozen soul skills being unleashed simultaneously, the scene was quite impressive.

However, all the attacks landed on the high mountain where the dragon leaped, but it was as if the mud had entered the sea, without even causing a ripple.

The Thunder God's Hell Thunder roared over the mountain. The Nether Lightning Snakes struggled for a moment before disappearing without a trace. The Netherworld God's Myriad Sword Shadows pierced the mountain, leaving only streaks of white ink before shattering into specks of light and dissipating into the air. As for the attacks of the Soul Saints, they didn't even break through the mountain's surface.

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Ming Lei Douluo's pupils suddenly contracted. He stared in disbelief at the towering phantom of the mountain and at his opponent who had been completely unharmed by his attack. A strong sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

How is that possible?

What are you doing? Is it really necessary to be this ruthless with cheating?

At that moment, Long Yue clenched his thick right arm, and light condensed in his palm, quickly forming a double-pointed spear.

The spear was over ten meters long, brownish-brown in color, with sharp spearheads at both ends. The middle part was as thick as an average human waist, and the entire spear exuded a primal and violent sense of power.

Long Yue held the spear in his hand; its enormous size, combined with his equally robust physique, created a strange sense of harmony.

He slightly adjusted the angle of his grip, and then his gaze fell on Ming Lei Douluo.

A chill ran down Ming Lei Dou Luo's spine.

Almost subconsciously, he raised his hand and took out a level nine defensive soul tool, an invincible shield.

"Om-"

A pale golden barrier unfolded around Ming Lei Dou Luo.

The next moment, Long Yue swung his spear, which made a dull whistling sound as it cut through the air. Everything the spear touched, including the Netherworld Douluo, turned into blood mist in an instant.

Even the invincible shield of the Nether Thunder Douluo was instantly reduced to countless fragments. Before the Nether Thunder Douluo could even react, the tip of the spear had already pierced through his chest.

With a flick of his wrist, Long Yue swung his spear horizontally, the ten-meter-long shaft drawing a complete arc in the air.

"puff--"

Blood mist filled the air.

Chapter 416 I might be able to find a glimmer of hope for the evil soul master

This scene was naturally displayed to Xingsou^ through a light screen.

Inside the Holy Spirit Church's main hall, everyone's eyes were fixed on the light screen, watching the chest of the Nether Thunder Douluo pierced by the spear, watching the blood mist that the Netherworld Douluo had transformed into, and watching the Soul Saints disappear into the air before they could even scream.

There was a deathly silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Zhong Liwu sat in his chair, his face gloomy. His hands gripped the armrests tightly, and a complex emotion churned in his deep-set eyes.

Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult and a level 98 Super Douluo, has roamed the Douluo Continent for so many years. When has he ever been forced to this point?

He was always the one who instilled fear in others, always the one who looked down on others from a high position.

But now?

The Shrek Academy within the light screen, that colossal structure suspended thousands of meters in the air, was like a sharp sword hanging over his head, ready to fall at any moment.

What suffocated Zhong Liwu the most was that he couldn't even muster the thought of resistance.

If Zhongli Wu were to face the so-called Beast God Di Tian, ​​the number one person on the Douluo Continent back then, although he was afraid, there was also a trace of greed mixed in with that fear.

He considered turning the Beast God Di Tian into a puppet using his own corpse, and he considered turning that power belonging to Di Tian into his own.

Back then, at least he dared to dream, but what about Shrek Academy in front of him?

Zhongliwu didn't even dare to think about it.

The Beast God Di Tian, ​​who once shook the entire continent, now sits in an ordinary observation room at Shrek Academy in the sky.

Even Di Tian wouldn't dare do anything to this academy, so how could Zhongli Wu dare?

What can he use to fight back?

Take his corpse puppets? Take his army of evil soul masters? Or take his level 98 Super Douluo cultivation?

What difference is there between these things and paper in front of that college?

At this moment, the images on the screen continued to switch.

The camera then shifts to another corner of the Douluo Continent.

There was also a group of evil soul masters there. Like the Thunder God, they were unwilling to sit and wait for their deaths, unwilling to watch their death countdown approach little by little.

They chose to fight to the death, to strike while the game was still in progress, and to try to prove that the academy was not omnipotent.

Then they died.

The image shows a blond youth with hands that have transformed into two enormous tiger claws, covered in thick white fur and with sharp, knife-like tips.

He moved like lightning, weaving among the group of evil spirit masters. With each swing of his tiger claws, a head rolled to the ground.

This person was none other than Dai Yueyan. When this group of evil soul masters faced Dai Yueyan, they had no power to resist at all.

The scene then changes.

A tall woman wielded a huge forged hammer. Each swing of her hammer carried a heavy sense of power. When the evil spirit masters were hit by her hammer, their bodies collapsed and even their bones shattered into dust.

This person was Mu Xi. Her movements were devoid of any fancy techniques; it was simply swinging the hammer, slamming it down, swinging the hammer again, and slamming it down once more—so simple and brutal that it sent chills down one's spine.

The scene then changes again.

A handsome young man stood there, surrounded by a chilling aura. Sharp ice spikes condensed in his palms, and with a flick of his wrist, they shot out like arrows, accurately piercing the chests of the evil spirit masters who were trying to escape.

Those evil spirit masters were pinned to the ground by Xu Xiaoyu's ice spikes, struggled a couple of times, and then fell silent.

More images flashed across the screen: some evil spirit masters were engulfed by flames, some were cut by wind blades, and some were crushed into meat patties by gravity.

Those evil soul masters who had run rampant on the Douluo Continent for decades were now like ants being crushed by someone's hand, utterly powerless to resist.

After such a massacre, the evil spirit masters really dared not make any further moves this time.

Those who had been hoping for a lucky break, those who had been thinking of taking a gamble, have now all retreated into their own little worlds, not even daring to breathe loudly.

They simply couldn't bring themselves to do anything desperate under the watchful eyes of Shrek Academy; such actions only accelerated their death countdown.

Fear enveloped all the evil spirit masters. They had enjoyed killing and plundering for so many years, and had enjoyed the thrill of taking the lives of others for so many years. But now, they finally tasted the feeling of having their lives and deaths controlled by others.

That feeling was extremely unpleasant.

In stark contrast are the ordinary people throughout the Douluo Continent.

Those villages, towns, and cities that were usually plagued by evil spirit masters, and those ordinary people who used to tremble at the mere mention of an evil spirit master's name in the dead of night, all had tears welling up in their eyes as they watched the scenes of evil spirit masters being annihilated on the screen.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed in the direction of the Shrek Academy in the sky.

Some people hugged each other and wept bitterly, finally releasing years of fear and repression.

Someone waved their arms and shouted loudly, their voice hoarse with excitement.

"Thank you, Shrek Academy!"

"Those damned evil spirit masters can finally die!"

"Thank God!"

"It's not that God has eyes, it's that Shrek Academy has eyes!"

All sorts of shouts rang out from every corner of the Douluo Continent, converging into a vast wave of sound.

Those ordinary people who were once regarded as ants by evil spirit masters can now finally stand tall, sleep peacefully at night, and no longer worry that they or their families will become nourishment for the evil spirit masters' cultivation.

The calls for Shrek Academy are growing louder.