Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

Violent explosions erupted one after another in the golden sea of ​​fire, which only amplified the power of the crimson dragon head! The dragon head's light grew even more intense and violent, and it went against the torrent of fire, rushing straight at Yan Shaozhe's body with overwhelming force!

"What?!" Yan Shaozhe's pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with shock.

His Light Flame was only close to the ultimate attribute, so it was not surprising that he was completely suppressed by the ultimate fire attribute. However, the light attribute within it was also suppressed to the point that it could not stand up at all.

Ultimate fire? No, there's also ultimate light!

"drink--!"

In the critical moment, Yan Shaozhe held nothing back. An extremely intense white light suddenly burst forth from his body. He circled his hands and pushed both palms outwards at the same time, and the phoenix cry instantly became extremely sharp.

White light suddenly burst forth from his outstretched palms, colliding fiercely once again with the crimson-gold dragon head that was so close at hand! Sixteen consecutive explosions erupted in the air, causing his body to tremble in mid-air. Each time he was forced back, he covered a distance of tens of meters, and in an instant, he was forced back more than a hundred meters away.

The crimson-gold dragon head seemed to have finally perished, but in the final burst of light, an almost imperceptible purple-gold dragon shadow flashed by.

Yan Shaozhe's body suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and with a muffled groan, all his movements came to an abrupt halt.

He looked down in disbelief—

A hole the size of a bowl, its edges gleaming with a purplish-gold flame, appeared prominently in the center of his chest. At the same time, intense golden flames suddenly erupted from his body, instantly engulfing even the purplish-gold flames on his chest. His entire body slowly became transparent within the golden flames, as if it were about to merge into this golden light.

The Radiant Phoenix Martial Soul's innate ability is Phoenix Nirvana, which allows it to withstand a fatal blow and be reborn in flames when faced with a life-or-death crisis.

His extraordinary skill is one of the key reasons why he was chosen as the successor to the next Sea God Pavilion Master.

But with just one strike, his greatest trump card for survival, Phoenix Rebirth, was directly unleashed.

Shock, confusion, disbelief, bitterness... a variety of emotions flashed by in Yan Shaozhe's eyes like a revolving lantern.

He actually laughed at this absurd scene in the end.

What does it mean to unleash one's phoenix-like rebirth in a single move?

Douluo Continent wasn't like this before!

Shouldn't he have relied on his superior soul power to steadily suppress Kong Tianxu throughout the entire fight, then expressed his amazement at Kong Tianxu's outburst and struggle, and finally crushed him to death?

At the very least, it would take hundreds of rounds of back-and-forth between you and him before you finally managed to kill him by relying on your experience and the magical power of the phoenix's rebirth, and then you would sigh that the heavens are jealous of talent.

But now?

He himself was a level 96 Super Douluo, the Dean of Shrek Academy, and the successor to the Sea God Pavilion Master...

damn it……

By a Soul Saint...

Instant kill?

Chapter 249 The beautiful older sister who fell from the sky is not Mom but Grandma. Is there some mistake?

"You... you've already learned it?"

Yan Shaozhe's face was ashen, and he forced himself to lift his head to look at Kong Tianxu, whose imposing aura had vanished like smoke, not far away.

In the purple-gold radiance following Kong Tianxu's Holy Flame Dragon Explosion, he clearly sensed an essence remarkably similar to his own eighth soul skill, Golden Phoenix Roaring Strike—

Driven by self-created soul skills, with perfect fusion of essence, energy, and spirit, a single strike can be fatal.

"Yes." Kong Tianxu also walked in mid-air and arrived in front of Yan Shaozhe in a few steps.

A self-created soul skill, of course. If he only relied on the power of the 100,000-year-old soul skill Holy Flame Dragon Explosion, even if the attributes were mutually restraining, with Yan Shaozhe's foundation and experience as a Super Douluo, even if he was not defeated, he would never be forced to use his life-saving trump card and be on the verge of death in an instant.

Only after being integrated with the Heavenly Heart Sword could this strike, combining ultimate light and ultimate fire, become so domineering and unstoppable. Otherwise, with Yan Shaozhe's foundation as a Super Douluo, how could he have been defeated so quickly and completely?

If it were at the beginning, Yan Shaozhe would definitely have praised Kong Tianxu's ability to traverse the air a few more times, but now he no longer had that feeling.

Golden flames surged uncontrollably from his wounds and pores all over his body, completely engulfing his mangled form. These flames were incredibly hot, yet they did not bring destructive pain. Instead, they had a strange sense of purification, as if he were burning his own soul and body, trying to erase all traces of his existence from this world.

Yan Shaozhe was filled with remorse. He knew he had been overconfident and had seriously misjudged his opponent's strength and rate of growth.

If I had used my strongest skill immediately, I would never have suffered such a laughable defeat, unable to even unleash my Martial Soul True Form.

In just one year, Kong Tianxu actually grew to the level of a Super Douluo, and was even stronger than him.

This message must be sent back! Tell Elder Xuan, tell the Sea God Pavilion…

Just as his remaining consciousness was rapidly considering how to deal with Kong Tianxu if the academy were to face him again, a burning pain from the depths of his soul suddenly struck him!

The next moment, boundless fear completely overwhelmed him.

To his horror, he discovered that the Nirvana Flame burning on his body, which was supposed to bring about new life, was rapidly increasing in temperature and its color was changing from a brilliant gold to an eerie white-gold, beginning to burn his soul and even the very essence of his life from within.

Even the phantom of the radiant phoenix behind him struggled violently in the platinum flames, emitting a mournful cry.

This is not a rebirth.

This is a true self-immolation leading to utter annihilation!

Kong Tianxu's indifferent voice came from a distance:

"Dean Yan seems to really enjoy playing with fire? In that case, let him burn as much as he wants."

The moment the Holy Flame Dragon Explosion struck Yan Shaozhe, the Heavenly Heart Sword had already quietly infiltrated and altered his control over the Phoenix Nirvana Power.

Heavenly Heart Sword Intent - Burn.

"Ughh ...

The intense pain, reaching the very core of his being scorched by the extreme heat of the fire—a heat capable of incinerating the very rules—contorted Yan Shaozhe's face instantly. His body went completely out of control, and he plummeted from the sky along with the burning golden phoenix phantom.

"I, Yan Shaozhe, am probably the most ridiculous dean of Shrek Academy ever to die..."

A self-deprecating groan escaped from his charred lips. His consciousness, like a candle flickering in the wind, rapidly blurred. Extreme pain intertwined with a strange warmth, and Yan Shaozhe truly saw a revolving lantern of light and shadow before his eyes.

Xianlin'er's anger, Fengling's infatuation, Cai Meier's gentleness...

Finally, in his chaotic mind, the image of the newly enrolled girl in the academy who possessed the Golden Dragon Martial Soul inexplicably flashed through his mind.

"The Silver Dragon Martial Soul... is it really that terrifying... then Wang Qiu'er's Golden Dragon, wouldn't it be..."

It seems that fate has ultimately smiled upon Shrek Academy, bringing them an incredible enemy while also leaving them with a glimmer of hope...

Just as his soul's flame was about to be completely consumed—

Kong Tianxu snapped his fingers silently.

It's time to wrap things up.

"Shao Zhe... my poor child."

A soft sigh, as if piercing through the long and distant past, gently resounded before the dying embers of the soul.

A vast, ocean-like aura of light flowed from the space beside Kong Tianxu. This light was different from Yan Shaozhe's fiery brilliance; it was gentler, like spring water, carrying an indescribable compassion and comfort.

With that sigh-like call, Yan Shaozhe felt himself suddenly fall into a warm embrace. The soft golden light, like a mother's hand, gently washed over his broken body and soul, bringing a long-lost coolness.

A breathtakingly beautiful face appeared before Yan Shaozhe, bathed in a divine light.

She radiated a soft, vibrant golden aura, appearing holy and pure like an angel from a dream. Her skin was almost translucent, her face exquisitely beautiful, with a faint smile, even a hint of compassion.

In Yan Shaozhe's blurred vision, the simple white dress accentuated her ethereal and otherworldly temperament, making her seem even more otherworldly, perfectly matching his most beautiful imagination of a mature woman.

More importantly, it was the pure, radiant aura of the phoenix that shared the same origin as him.

"Mother……?"

In this dying moment, feeling the warmth and protection of a blood connection, and smelling the aroma of barbecue like a family dinner wafting from all around, Yan Shaozhe's scattered mind experienced a delusion stemming from the deepest recesses of his life instinct—

This is the woman who could become my mother.

So, he subconsciously smiled and murmured:

"Mother……"

"Puch."

Upon hearing this, Ye Xishui reached out her slender, white hand and gently touched his skull, which was charred and cracked by the flames. She smiled, her beauty instantly captivating.

"Silly child, don't make your grandma laugh."

My...grandmother?

The next moment, a scene that shocked Yan Shaozhe to his core appeared.

Black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red, red.

Five black and four red!

Nine soul rings, beyond the limits of ordinary imagination, appeared one by one behind Ye Xishui, and a golden phoenix light and shadow, exactly the same as Yan Shaozhe's, but clearly more agile and solid, slowly unfolded its wings.

Golden flames began to burn on Ye Xishui's body, causing nine soul rings beyond ordinary people's imagination to pulsate in circles like breathing.

Golden flames began to burn from her body, causing the nine soul rings to generate mysterious, breathing-like rhythms.

The flames then spread to Yan Shaozhe's body. The moment the two seemingly identical golden flames came into contact, the out-of-control Phoenix Flame of Light was quelled.

The golden phoenix, which had been burning fiercely, gradually stopped crying, folded its wings, and transformed into a warm and vibrant flame of rebirth, slowly repairing its broken body.

"You, you, you are..."

Yan Shaozhe felt the changes within his body and the terrifying, undeniable ratio of the soul rings. He was so shocked that he was speechless and could hardly utter a complete sentence.

This aura, this soul ring combination.

Limit Douluo!

The stunningly beautiful woman before him, who looked even younger and more radiant than himself, was actually a Limit Douluo standing at the pinnacle of the continent! Her martial soul was the Phoenix of Light, which shared the same origin as his own!

Ye Xishui glanced lovingly at Yan Shaozhe, whose body remained transparent. With a gentle lift of her hand, a jade bowl filled with clear water appeared out of thin air. Then, she carefully dripped some viscous liquid, shimmering with pale silver starlight, into the bowl, mixing it with the water.

Water and silver ink, when combined, have only one purpose—blood kinship testing.

She said it was her grandmother, could it be...?

Yan Shaozhe began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

Ye Xishui remained silent, but took out a long needle, pricked her finger, and dripped a drop of blood into the bowl.

Her blood was a pale gold color, which looked quite peculiar. When it entered the dark silver water, it did not disperse but instead condensed into a single drop. Suspended in the pale silver water, it appeared completely independent.

Then, with a light flick of her slender fingers, a drop of bright red blood from Yan Shaozhe's chest was drawn by an invisible force and fell into the bowl.

Two drops of blood also floated in the dark silver water, each independent, like two small ruby ​​beads.

The ink-silver water began to slosh gently, and two drops of blood slowly approached each other. Yan Shaozhe stared intently at the situation in the bowl. He knew very well that if the two drops of blood merged into one, it would prove that he and the woman in front of him were very close relatives. Otherwise, the blood would remain separate, maintaining this distinct state and never mixing.