Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

After receiving the orders from above, they waited day and night for someone to come.

"Are these three the genius Soul Masters personally sent by His Holiness the Pope? I am Sparta, and I greet you three sirs!"

Sparta adopted an extremely humble attitude; he was already over fifty years old and had almost no hope of reaching the Soul Saint realm in this lifetime.

The fact that these three geniuses have gained the favor of His Holiness the Pope means they are destined to become the backbone of the Spirit Hall in the future.

"Oh, your name is Sparta?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, surprised to find a warrior named Sparta on the Douluo Continent.

"Yes, is there a problem, sir?"

Sparta asked cautiously.

With his keen eye, he had already realized that Ling Feng was the one in charge among the three, so naturally he dared not be negligent.

"It's nothing. We're all colleagues from the Spirit Hall, there's no need to be so formal."

"Instead of putting on such a grand show, we should focus our energy on how to govern the Spirit Hall."

Ling Feng frowned.

In recent years, the problems of the Spirit Hall have gradually become apparent.

On the surface, the Spirit Hall has a Pope who is at level 95.

Five titled Douluo elders, and one retired Grand Elder.

This has already made the Martial Soul Halls below somewhat complacent.

They put on airs and indulge in drinking culture, becoming increasingly like the aristocrats who leech off the people's wealth.

"Sparta, I ask you, what is your origin?"

"Reporting to you, sir, I am just from a small village. After awakening a decent martial soul power at the age of 6, I joined the Soul Hall and worked my way up to where I am today."

"Well, then you should understand even more that it's better to do more practical things than to flatter and fawn."

Sparta felt somewhat ashamed. "Your Excellency is right."

"Yes, don't forget the ancestral teachings of the Angel God. Our Spirit Hall is not those nobles who exploit the people."

Ling Feng remained silent and followed Sparta into the Martial Soul Main Hall.

"Bishop of Sparta, has the whereabouts of Zhao Wuji been determined?"

"Reporting to you, sir, we have found out. He is a teacher at a place called Shrek Academy, near a village outside the city."

"According to our investigation, the dean of Shrek Academy is an extraordinary figure. He was once the flying horn of the Golden Iron Triangle and is already a Soul Saint."

"Zhao Wuji is already a high-level Soul Emperor, and with the protection of a Soul Saint, we simply cannot bring him to justice."

"These two are unruly and difficult to control. If it weren't for the Spirit Hall's renowned reputation, who knows how many evils they would have committed."

Sparta was indignant. These high-level Soul Masters who broke the law by using force were even more disgusting than those nobles.

"Flander of the Flying Horn? Isn't he also a wanted criminal by our Spirit Hall?"

"It's good to deal with it all today, so that those scum won't think that my Spirit Hall is easy to bully."

As Sparta recounted the various incidents involving the deaths of civilians, anger also surfaced on Qian Renxue and Jin Chen's faces.

"What a scoundrel! It would be fine if he just hid in a village under an assumed name."

"They actually dare to slaughter villagers at will? Do they really think my Spirit Hall is without anyone to rely on?"

Chapter 51 Arrival at Shrek Academy, Severe Injury to Zhao Wuji

Although they were born into the most prestigious families, they were educated from a young age to inherit the ancestral teachings of the Angel God and to bring blessings to the people of the mainland.

Now there are some blind, arrogant troublemakers who dare to provoke the Spirit Hall and the divine might of the Angel God, and they will naturally not let them get away with it.

"How dare you! Zhao Wuji, and Flander, do you really think they're the only ones who matter?"

Jin Chen slammed his hand on the table, and the aura of his super martial soul, the Golden Dragon Crocodile, suddenly surged throughout the entire Martial Soul Main Hall.

Sparta collapsed to the ground. His martial spirit was an armored crocodile, and in that instant, he felt as if he had encountered an absolute king.

"As expected of a genius soul master personally sent by His Holiness the Pope, he was able to make my martial soul submit with just a trace of his aura. I think Zhao Wuji and Flander won't be able to escape there."

"Fine, they've taken the lives of so many innocent people, they should pay with their lives!"

The next morning, Ling Feng and his two companions left Soto City.

The carriage traveled along the official road for half an hour before turning onto a bumpy dirt road.

On both sides were barren farmlands, overgrown with weeds, clearly uncultivated for a long time.

"Shrek Academy has taken over all the land around here."

The Soul Master, who was driving, said in a low voice that he had already gathered information about the surrounding area.

"The villagers couldn't pay the 'protection fee' and were driven away. Those who remained were the old, weak, sick, and disabled, who could only be used as slaves by the academy."

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen clenched his fists so tightly they cracked.

"A bunch of beasts."

Ling Feng didn't speak, but simply lifted the carriage curtain and looked into the distance.

There, a few dilapidated wooden houses were faintly visible.

"parking."

The three got out of the car and asked the Soul Venerable who was driving to wait there.

Ling Feng led Qian Renxue and Jin Chen on foot toward the wooden houses.

Only when you get closer can you see what this so-called "Shrek Academy" really looks like.

Four dilapidated wooden houses enclose a simple courtyard overgrown with weeds, where a few chickens peck at the grass.

A crooked wooden sign hangs at the entrance of the academy, with four characters written on it: Shrek Academy.

If Ling Feng hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that this was the place in the original story where the Shrek Seven Devils were raised.

It's broken, so broken.

Just then, a series of rude curses and screams came from the courtyard.

"You old bastard, you dare glare at me? I'll beat you to death today!"

Then came the sounds of punches and kicks, mixed with the old man's faint groans.

Ling Feng's face darkened, and he strode into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a short, middle-aged man was punching and kicking an elderly man with white hair.

The burly man had a face full of scars and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light; it was Zhao Wuji.

The old man was curled up on the ground, covered in blood, and on the verge of death.

Instead of trying to dissuade them, several teenagers nearby excitedly egged them on.

"Good job, Teacher Zhao! That old bastard dared to glare at me yesterday!"

"That's right, that's right. How dare a lowly commoner talk back to a Soul Master?"

Zhao Wuji grinned, raised his foot, and was about to stomp on the old man's head.

If that foot had landed firmly, the old man would have certainly died.

"stop!"

With a loud shout, Jin Chen charged forward like a cannonball, throwing a punch at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji's expression changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his foot, throwing a punch to meet the attack.

boom--!

The two fists collided, and Zhao Wuji staggered back five steps, while Jin Chen also staggered back more than ten steps before landing steadily.

"Where did this little brat come from?"

Zhao Wuji looked at Jin Chen with surprise and doubt. This boy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, yet he could force back Zhao Wuji, a Soul Saint of level seventy-one, with a single punch?

Zhao Wuji had recently reached the Soul Saint realm, a secret that the Spirit Hall had not discovered.

Jin Chen sneered: "The Spirit Hall Enforcement Team is ordered to apprehend the wanted criminal Zhao Wuji!"

Spirit Hall?

Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted, then he grinned maliciously: "The Spirit Hall? You think you can take on a little brat like you?"

He had barely finished speaking when two more people walked into the courtyard.

Ling Feng and Qian Renxue.

Ling Feng glanced at the old man on the ground. The old man was barely breathing and was already beyond saving.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Zhao Wuji.

“Zhao Wuji, ten years ago you massacred civilians in Gengxin City, and a year ago you injured sixteen bishops of the Spirit Hall and killed dozens of deacons.”

"These debts should be settled today."

Zhao Wuji's expression changed slightly, then he burst into laughter: "Settle accounts? With just three greenhorn brats like you?"

He pointed at Ling Feng and snarled, "Today I'll show you what the Immovable King is all about!"

Before he finished speaking, his martial spirit possessed him, and the phantom of the Mighty Vajra Bear appeared behind him, with seven spirit rings pulsating up and down, two yellow, two purple, and three black, exuding an astonishing aura.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Vajra Body!"

Zhao Wuji activated his Martial Soul True Body, his entire body swelled up, and his muscles bulged, making him look like a ferocious humanoid beast.

With one step, the ground trembled as he charged towards Ling Feng.

Ling Feng stood still, motionless.

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to rush in front of him, Ling Feng moved.

There was no martial spirit possession, no flashing spirit rings, just a simple punch.

This punch, simple and unadorned, carried an overwhelming force.