Douluo Continent: The Eternal Order of the Azure Sky.

In the end, there was a noticeable hint of hesitation and resistance in the overlapping vows.

But this discordant murmur of doubt was ultimately silenced in the face of a verdict that seemed like a predetermined fate!

"The Judgment of Fate!"

The Purple-Gold Butterfly Dragon opened all three of its eyes at the same time, unleashing power beyond the level of a Super Douluo without reservation. In its black and white vertical pupils, which resembled the cycle of life and death, seven colors burst forth, carrying a wisp of golden light as it shot out and instantly arrived in front of Kong Tianxu!

It was a gun.

Golden Dragon Spear.

A fatal shot of fate, unavoidable and inevitable!

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Zhang Lexuan's heart skipped a beat. She wanted to shout, wanted to rush forward, but she couldn't speak, couldn't even breathe. Before fear gripped her heart, she could only instinctively open her eyes wide, her pupils reflecting the trajectory of the gun.

Kong Tianxu reached out his hand, as if to touch the dazzling black and white intertwined destiny.

But those dreamlike colors eventually slipped through his fingers, like quicksand flowing water, leaving no trace.

Even he, caught in the inescapable torrent of fate, could only watch helplessly as the gleaming spear tip drew ever closer to him.

One inch.

Another inch.

So this is fate.

Untouchable, unreachable, invisible.

A myriad of threads, woven into a single web, flowing through all things like water.

But he once saw water flowing upwards towards the sky by the stream.

It can be broken, it can be changed, and it can be renewed.

Everything is in our hands, everything is within our grasp.

Kong Tianxu closed his eyes, slowly turned around, seemingly giving up the fight.

The wind howled like a phoenix's cry, and golden light peeked through the dark clouds. Heaven and earth seemed to hold their breath for this moment.

On the platform, Kong Deming sat firmly as a bell, but his figure appeared slightly ethereal. His eyes were already flashing with brilliant silver light, and his terrifying aura was solid and unyielding, ready to be unleashed.

At this moment, no one cared about the Heavenly Emperor's Hammer that was disappearing in the vastness. Xu Tianran's pupils dilated sharply, and his whole body trembled involuntarily.

In Shrek Academy, Ma Xiaotao called out silently, the two words disappearing between her lips, turning into a silent prayer.

The hearts of the hundreds of thousands of audience members were in their throats.

Is Kong Tianxu about to perish?

It's about to fall!

Is it about to perish?!

At that critical moment—

Suddenly, someone noticed that the purple-gold figure trembled again, and a stream of blood quietly flowed down from the third eye on its forehead, which had returned to its closed state, a shocking sight.

Like stubborn tears of blood, or like a scratch from some sharp blade.

The Golden Dragon Spear deflected slightly.

Kong Tianxu's voice rang out at the same moment:

"destiny--"

His outstretched hand suddenly seemed to have gained a lot of weight, yet it moved as usual.

The vibrant colors and the distinct black and white swirled into a chaotic bewilderment with his movements.

He seized his destiny.

"It's nothing more than water flowing in my palm."

"Gathering and breaking down,"

Turning around, Kong Tianxu pressed his right hand down onto the top of the sacred giant dragon's head behind him.

Then, he swung his arm.

A bizarre scene unfolded—the enormous, sacred dragon, over a hundred meters long, seemed to be swallowing water like a whale, and it converged on Kong Tianxu's swinging right arm!

When Kong Tianxu swung his arm over his head, he already had a giant sword in his hand.

This sword has a hilt that is three feet long, and the blade is nine feet long. The hilt is purple-gold and is shaped like a sacred dragon, lifelike with its eyes wide open; the blade is a deep purple, mixed with a hazy layer of seven-colored light, as if it contains the chaotic laws of the beginning of heaven and earth.

The moment it appeared, its terrifying sword intent tore a huge rift in the sky. Behind Kong Tianxu, even larger black halos appeared, like black holes threatening to reduce everything to nothingness.

Looking at that giant purple-gold sword, hundreds of thousands of people felt as if their hearts had stopped.

That colossal beast that blots out the sky, that head of ten thousand dragons that looks down on the heavens, if it were a sword, it would be the supreme weapon!

Mind controls form, and today we achieve great success.

"It's just a matter of a single thought."

With his sword in hand, Kong Tianxu suddenly turned around, his purple-gold eyes containing the dignity of heaven and earth!

"This sword—"

"It is the will of Heaven!"

Heavenly Sword!

A desperate calamity, a judgment of fate?

Heaven will not allow it!

The sword of destiny, a thought that can change one's fate.

Cut through all mysteries!

Chapter 311 Shrek's Eternal Glory, Eight-Man Team Battle?

The sword rises.

The purple-gold light transformed into a breathtaking rainbow, cleaving downwards. In that instant, the sky was completely split open!

The thick, dark clouds completely dissipated, and all gravity was instantly shattered. A massive crack stretched from above the arena all the way to the very edge of the sky.

There was no spatial shattering, or rather, space ceased to exist at that moment. Instead, a deep blue crack appeared, fully revealing the vast and boundless cosmic sky at the top of the firmament.

It was as if the first rays of dawn had suddenly appeared, and real sunlight poured down through the crack.

This is the real deal, a single sword cleaving the heavens in two!

That colorful torrent of destiny, before this sword, was like a fragile ribbon, breaking inch by inch!

The Golden Dragon Spear lost all its luster in an instant and fell downwards helplessly like a withered branch.

A purple-gold rainbow streaked across the vast sky, past the metal platform, and then across the soul-guided protective shield that had been concentrated to its limit.

There was no destruction, and no one could stop it. Even Long Xiaoyao seemed to have lost the ability to react immediately in the face of this sword, and could only watch helplessly as the sword tip approached the Purple-Gold Dragon Butterfly.

Bloodstains flow from the Eye of Fate.

This time, the Great Terror seized Xuanzi's soul.

The sword continued forward, landing on the head of the purple-gold figure.

Then it slowly dissipated.

There was no killing, no bloodshed.

Like morning mist meeting the rising sun, it seemed as if three figures were slowly separating in the air.

Within the dissipating purple-gold sword light, a nearly transparent sword shadow seemed to emerge faintly, so transparent that even Huo Yuhao himself, and even Long Xiaoyao, did not notice it, only pausing their thoughts for a moment.

The sword shadow struck the girl in the center amidst the hazy light.

Heaven's will shapes the soul.

The light seemed to distort, blurring the similar figures, some real and some illusory.

Three becomes four, four leads to five, five transforms into four, and four returns to three.

Then, two figures clearly separated in the sky.

Huo Yuhao's eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Wang Qiu'er stood below the stage, quietly wiping away a trace of blood from between her brows. The pride in her eyes vanished, leaving only an extremely complex mix of emotions, intertwined into a state of bewilderment.

She looked up at the sky, at the figure in white, and saw something shattering in her eyes, while something else was reforming.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but it seems like she's lost something, yet she also seems to have become more complete.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the starry sky closed in.

The last ray of unobstructed sunlight shone on Kong Tianxu in the void, the golden sunlight gilding him with a sacred glow.

Behind him, the reappearing sacred dragon roared to the sky, its sound shaking the heavens.

The dragon's roar seemed to be cheering for this victory, and also seemed to be proclaiming to the whole world this pride that transcends fate.

The entire audience was so shocked they were speechless.

Hundreds of thousands of people remained silent, unable to utter a word.

"I must congratulate Elder Kong in advance. After defeating Shrek twice, Tianxu will win the championship again in this competition. What an honor! I am very pleased."

Xu Tianran straightened up and returned to the embrace of the wheelchair, his face beaming with smiles as he loudly congratulated him.

But beneath that smile, the coldness in his eyes was terrifyingly deep.

This was due to Kong Tianxu's strength, and also to the aura that Kong Deming had unleashed just now. He clearly hadn't used a soul tool, but that power, that pressure, was definitely beyond what a level 94 soul master should possess.

Xuanzi slumped down, bowing his head, and sat on the ground with a thud.

Kong Tianxu clearly held back his strength in that last sword strike; otherwise, none of the Shrek Seven Devils, whether it was the fusion user of the Purple Gold Butterfly Dragon or Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi, would have survived.

He'd lost once, and he was numb to it all. He didn't even have the energy to be angry anymore.

Standing in the crowd, Zhang Lexuan suddenly realized that the only thing she had been worried about was Kong Tianxu, and there was not a trace of Shrek.