Douluo Amon: I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Dragon King.

Chapter 588 Sirin☆～

"boom--"

The night was as black as ink, so thick it seemed as if water could drip from it. A fierce battle unfolded under this pitch-black darkness, each collision of energy seemingly tearing the night apart.

"roar--"

A powerful, resounding tiger's roar soared into the sky, followed by a dull thud as something heavy fell to the ground, seemingly shaking the very earth. This thrilling battle appeared to be drawing to a close, the scales of victory already tipping.

"boom--"

The Netherworld White Tiger, exceeding ten meters in size, crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. As Wu Siduo's soul power was exhausted, the enormous Netherworld White Tiger rapidly dissipated, disappearing like a dream bubble, revealing Wu Siduo's slightly disheveled body.

Her hair was disheveled and plastered to her face, her clothes were torn, and blood seeped from her wounds, making her look particularly shocking in the night.

"So strong!"

Wu Siduo raised her hand to wipe away the blood that kept overflowing from the corner of her mouth. The bright red blood flowing on her fair fingers made her look even weaker.

She tried to struggle to her feet and straighten her spine, but her body felt as heavy as lead, making it difficult to move even an inch. She could only kneel on the ground, supporting herself with her trembling arms to prevent herself from collapsing completely.

After Zheng Yiran left, Wu Siduo immediately engaged in a fierce battle with Duanmu Yan.

However, reality was incredibly cruel; her opponent's strength far surpassed hers.

Despite the boost from her two-word battle armor and her powerful spirit fusion technique, Wu Siduo's efforts seemed insignificant in the face of Duanmu Yan's overwhelming power, and she was ultimately defeated.

"Is this another monster comparable to Fors?" Wu Siduo thought to herself, looking at the composed Duanmu Yan opposite her.

Even though she had been through a series of battles, she was still confident that she could fight a Title Douluo with the help of her battle armor and spirit fusion skill. However, she did not expect that her opponent would not even use his battle armor and easily break her killing move.

"This time I might really be doomed." A fierce look appeared on Wu Siduo's face. Even though she was in dire straits, her stubbornness and indomitable spirit made her want to fight back.

She was unwilling to be defeated like this, unwilling to give up like this. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, she would fight with all her might.

"I'll say it." At this moment, Duanmu Yan slowly walked towards Wu Siduo. His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread on Wu Siduo's heart.

The Melting Scale Blade in her hand slashed across the ground, making a series of "sizzling" sounds, like sharp fingernails scraping against glass. "Why are you fighting so hard? Do you really think you can go back to the way things were before, Netherworld Dance Silk Flower?"

"!!!"

Upon hearing Duanmu Yan's words, Wu Siduo's pupils contracted. Did the other party know her?

Seeing Wu Siduo's surprised expression, Duanmu Yan chuckled, "No need to be so surprised. The Netherworld Cat Martial Soul, the White Tiger Martial Soul, and the Martial Soul Fusion Skill—these labels make you quite recognizable."

"Back when Shrek Academy still existed, you, Wu Siduo, were one of the War God Temple's key targets. Times have changed, and after Shrek Academy was destroyed, we all thought you were dead."

"I didn't expect you to still be alive, and even become an Ox. It seems that Shrek Academy still has remnants of its seed. The one who just escaped must also be a survivor of Shrek Academy."

She pursed her lips, still looking at Duanmu Yan with a wary expression.

She had no intention of communicating with him at all. In her eyes, Duanmu Yan was an enemy, someone who wanted to kill her. There was no point in saying anything more at this moment; only fighting could determine her fate.

Duanmu Yan raised her sword and slashed at Wu Siduo. The sharp blade gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like the scythe of death.

"Oxer is the embodiment of violence. Wusiduo, you've become like this, do you really think you can go back to a normal life?" His words were full of seduction, trying to psychologically break Wusiduo down.

Wu Siduo immediately did a somersault, narrowly avoiding the horizontal slash. Although her movements were somewhat flustered, they were still agile, demonstrating her excellent physical qualities as a Soul Master.

Duanmu Yan didn't rush to kill her. Instead, she began to attack her mentally, "If others knew your identity as Oukeser, how do you think they would view you? Fear, or disgust? Or would they abandon you without hesitation and choose to run away, just like your companion just now?"

"Yiran isn't that kind of person," Wu Siduo said in a low voice, her voice trembling slightly with anger. She would never allow anyone to insult her companion.

The Netherworld Cat Martial Soul re-entered its body, and its two front paws instantly conjured countless claw shadows, flashing with cold light, attacking Duanmu Yan like a dense rain of drops. The claw shadows carried a fierce aura, as if they wanted to tear the enemy in front of them to shreds.

Duanmu Yan snorted coldly, his Melting Scale Blade wielded with impenetrable speed, effortlessly deflecting Wu Siduo's Netherworld Hundred Claws amidst flashes of light. The sound of metal clashing was crisp and melodious, yet incredibly oppressive.

"She won't? Okay, even if she won't. But what about the others? Can you guarantee they won't be afraid of you? What will the general public think of you?" Duanmu Yan continued, trying to further break down Wu Siduo's psychological defenses.

"Didn't your Shrek Academy used to call itself the Continent's Watchdogs? How do you think those students who graduated from your academy back then would view you? Would they choose to protect you, this monster, or would they choose to betray their own family for the greater good?"

Upon hearing Duanmu Yan's words, a flicker of hesitation crossed Wu Siduo's face. She had also pondered these questions countless times, feeling lost and fearful about the future.

But she quickly bit her tongue, the pain instantly bringing her back to reality. She knew they were still in the middle of a battle and absolutely could not listen to the enemy, or she would face certain death.

"Alright, I'm done playing with you. It's time to end this boring battle." Duanmu Yan's voice turned cold, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

A blazing flame erupted from the Melting Scale Blade as Duanmu Yan slashed down at Wu Siduo. It was foreseeable that if this strike landed squarely, Wu Siduo would be split in two.

"If you don't give me your power, we'll both die here!" In this moment of crisis, Wu Siduo roared in her mind. She knew that only by relying on the power of the Violent Worm within her could she perhaps have a glimmer of hope.

This tyrannical insect was only recently born, and its fusion with Wu Siduo is not yet very high. The power of the two people still needs time to adapt, but at this moment, there is no time for them to adapt.

"..."

There was no reply, but Wu Siduo did sense that a surge of soul power was welling up within her again. That soul power carried a hint of unfamiliarity and violence, yet it rekindled a glimmer of hope within her.

Wu Siduo began desperately squeezing out the most of her soul core. Ignoring the pain in her body and the depletion of her soul power, she gathered all her strength. Finally, just as the Molten Scale Blade was about to fall, she switched her martial soul to the White Tiger.

"White Tiger Protective Shield"

Wu Siduo frantically poured her remaining soul power into it, and a white light shield quickly appeared on her body. The shield was like a sturdy shield, radiating a soft glow. Her body also swelled slightly, and her two tiger claws were raised in front of her, assuming a final defensive stance.

"Bang!"

The light barrier was instantly ripped apart, and the sharp longsword struck Wu Siduo's tiger claws. The powerful force sent Wu Siduo flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Wu Siduo felt as if all the bones in her body were about to fall apart, and the pain almost made her lose consciousness.

"Die, Molten Demon Cleaver!"

Duanmu Yan shouted, and a huge flaming blade shadow took shape. The blade shadow, carrying scorching heat and powerful force, slashed down towards Wu Siduo, who was lying on the ground.

"Is it over?"

Wu Siduo watched this scene with a sense of relief, a hint of liberation in her eyes. Her soul power was completely exhausted, and her body had suffered severe injuries. At this moment, she no longer had the strength to block this fatal blow.

At that moment, a sense of peace welled up within her. Perhaps by ending her life this way, she would no longer have to live as an Oxher, no longer have to face those pains and struggles.

"Who goes there!"

Just as the fiery blade was about to strike Wu Siduo, Duanmu Yan suddenly shouted, a look of surprise and vigilance on his face.

He suddenly reversed control of the blade shadow, slashing upwards. The fiery blade shadow, which was originally meant to take Wu Siduo's life, instantly changed direction and shot into the sky with scorching flames.

"Boom!" The explosion rang out, the sound deafening, as if it would shatter the entire night sky.

"You've got some skills, haven't you? ~ Human."

A clear and arrogant voice rang out in the night sky. Immediately afterward, several illusory spatial spears shot towards Duanmu Yan like meteors. The spears shimmered with strange light, as if they came from another dimension, carrying a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Upon seeing this, Duanmu Yan immediately raised his Melting Scale Blade, preparing to slash at them. But the moment the blade made contact with the spears, something strange happened: his blade inexplicably passed right through them, as if the spears were just an illusory shadow.

"Is this a projection?"

Duanmu Yan looked at the spear that had pierced through the Melting Scale Blade and was shooting toward his body with a slightly puzzled expression.

Judging from the feel of them, although these spears looked intimidating, he didn't feel any physical contact with them; they looked like projections.

"No, this isn't a projection!"

The moment the spear approached his body, Duanmu Yan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine—an instinctive warning. His heart pounded, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Nawa!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Duanmu Yan immediately summoned his battle armor. In an instant, a dazzling light appeared, and a majestic set of battle armor instantly covered his body.

Just as the spears were about to touch his body, his wings flapped violently, and the powerful airflow propelled his body backward. Like an agile bird, he flew backward swiftly, narrowly avoiding the deadly spatial spears.

"Bang!"

The sharp spatial spear pierced directly into the ground, making the hard ground as fragile as tofu under its penetration.

Only the rear half of the spear was exposed on the ground. Moonlight shone on the spear, reflecting a cold glint, as if to show the world its sharpness and terror.

"A spatial spear that can switch between reality and illusion?" Duanmu Yan looked at the spear on the ground and made a deduction in his mind. At the same time, he also looked up into the air, in the direction in which the spear had just been thrown.

A girl with exquisitely beautiful features stood in mid-air, looking at him with haughty disdain. Moonlight shone on her, bathing her in a silvery glow, making her appear as if she were a fairy from heaven.

The girl had long, purple hair that reached her ankles, with naturally curled ends. Two colorful feathers adorned her head, making her look exceptionally unique. Her golden pupils contained an "X" pattern, radiating a mysterious and dangerous aura.

Her clothing was also rather peculiar, with three pointed cones floating on her shoulders, and her upper garment consisting of three layers of fabric crossed over two openwork sections. The fabric covering her chest was white, while the rest was purple.

The white short dress clung to the girl's petite figure, covered by a long purple skirt with gold patterns inside the hem. She wore dark long gloves, two purple flower buds on each side of her waist, and low-heeled shoes with purple and pink trim. Her outfit was full of exotic charm, making her instantly memorable.

"A child?" Duanmu Yan raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in her eyes. Mainly because the girl's appearance was too youthful; she looked to be no more than fifteen years old.

"Remember my name, Sirin☆~ and then get out of here."

The girl named Sirin snapped her fingers, the movement elegant and casual, yet carrying an innate arrogance.

Several spears of the sub-space instantly materialized around her and shot towards Duanmu Yan. These spears, carrying the power to tear through space, whistled as they rushed towards Duanmu Yan, as if to rip him apart completely.

"Kids should go home and play in the mud, or they'll get a spanking from the adults."

Duanmu Yan spread his wings, which resembled a pair of enormous steel feathers, stirring up a gust of wind. With his agile speed, he nimbly dodged the Void Spear, and then quickly attacked Sirin in mid-air.

In his view, although these aerial spears were somewhat troublesome to deal with, it was not difficult for him to dodge them with his speed and strength.

Judging from the attack methods of this girl named Sirin, her specialty should be something like spatial elements. While such opponents are difficult to deal with and catch, their close combat ability is extremely weak.

Once he can close the distance, with his methods, defeating his opponent shouldn't be too difficult.

"Got you?"

When Duanmu Yan flew to Xilin at incredible speed, he noticed a strange smile on the girl's lips. That smile filled him with an ominous premonition.

"Oh no, it's a trap."

This was the first thought in Duanmu Yan's mind. But the momentum of the Melting Scale Blade in his hand did not diminish, and it slashed heavily towards the girl. He knew he might have fallen into a trap, but there was no turning back now, so he could only grit his teeth and continue attacking.

"Snap!"

The sound of a mirror shattering rang out. Xilin, who had been struck by Duanmu Yan's Ronglin Blade, shattered like a mirror and then vanished without a trace.

Duanmu Yan was startled. Before he could react, he felt as if his body was being drawn in by something, and a powerful and mysterious force enveloped him.

When he came to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. The space here was distorted and chaotic, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"You need to get a proper trim."

The sudden female voice made Duanmu Yan's pupils shrink. The voice seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible for him to determine its source.

When he looked up, he saw an enormous pair of scissors coming straight at him.

The scissors were tens of meters long, their blades gleaming with a cold light. Where the scissors sliced, the space seemed to be unable to bear the weight, emitting a series of cracking sounds, as if the space was about to be cut into pieces by the scissors.

"not good!"

Although he didn't know why he was in this space or what the scissors were, his intuition instantly led Duanmu Yan to deduce that he had to fight desperately.

(End of this chapter)