Douluo Continent: Copying Ya Li, the Carefree King of the Sun and Moon

Those forces lurking in the shadows, plotting against the Sun and Moon Team, finally realized a terrifying truth.

The most terrifying thing about the Sun Moon Empire isn't the crown prince above, nor is it the Limit Douluo of the Angel Clan.

Instead, it was Xu Yanli, the person who never stepped onto the stage and spent the entire time watching the show from the stands.

He stood on the sidelines, without releasing his martial spirit or making any moves. If anyone dared to make a dirty move, he could resolve any crisis in an instant, his speed so fast that no one could detect it.

This level of strength far surpasses that of ordinary Title Douluos; this is the Limit Douluo!

A Limit Douluo at only nineteen years old!

Xuanzi was greatly alarmed!

In the final match of the preliminaries, the Xiaoyao Pavilion team finally took to the stage against the Xuanbing Sect, a top-tier hidden sect of the Xingluo Empire.

All seven members of the Xuanbing Sect possess ice-attribute martial souls, and all of them are Soul Saints. The captain is an eight-ring Soul Douluo, making their strength not to be underestimated.

Martial Soul: Snow Maiden.

Unfortunately, none of the entire clan lived very long.

However, on the Xiaoyao Pavilion's side, even Huo Yuhao didn't participate. They only sent the four Yue sisters, plus Yan Feng, for a total of five people.

Five against seven is clearly an act of arrogance.

The match hadn't even started when people in the stands were already talking about it.

"The Xiaoyao Pavilion is too arrogant! Five people against seven? Isn't that just suicide?"

"I heard that Yan Feng's martial soul is a bone dragon, which is an evil martial soul!"

"Evil Martial Soul? Why would the Carefree King take an Evil Martial Soul as a team member?"

"Who knows? Maybe there's something fishy going on..."

Before the gossip could even stop, the competition began.

Yan Feng, who had been hiding his true strength, finally unleashed his martial spirit.

Bone Dragon!

A massive, dark, dragon bone phantom slowly emerged behind him. It was no ordinary bone dragon, but a genuine dark bone dragon, exuding the aura of the dragon race!

Ultimate attributes!

Eight spirit rings rose one by one from beneath his feet: two yellow, two purple, three black, and one red. Level 82, Soul Douluo!

The stands erupted instantly, filled with screams and gasps, creating complete chaos.

"Contra! He's a Contra too!"

"Even the carefree king himself hasn't played, yet his team members are all this strong. How are we supposed to win this match?!"

The faces of the seven members of the Xuanbing Sect turned even paler than their ice-attribute martial souls, and they were trembling so badly that they could not even stand up straight.

Just three seconds into the game, Yan Feng made a move.

He only used one move, which wasn't even an attacking soul skill; he simply unleashed the full power of the bone dragon.

The immense dragon's might pressed down on the arena as if it were a tangible force. The seven members of the Xuanbing Sect didn't even have the strength to resist; they were directly forced to the ground, unable to even lift their heads, let alone retaliate.

The referee was stunned for a full five seconds before he reacted and loudly announced that Xiaoyao Pavilion had won.

The crowd in the stands was a mixed bag. The people of the Sun Moon Empire cheered and jumped for joy, the supporters of the original three kingdoms cursed and swore, and the neutral forces sighed repeatedly, their faces full of helplessness.

After this match, everyone knew that the champion of this year's All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament was already a foregone conclusion.

The preliminary rounds have all concluded, and a three-day rest period is now in effect.

Xu Yanli, enjoying a rare moment of leisure, lay on a recliner under the osmanthus tree in the Prince's mansion, closing his eyes to rest.

A gentle autumn breeze blew by, and delicate osmanthus blossoms fell softly onto his clothes, but he didn't seem to care.

Suddenly, the communication device at my waist started vibrating.

Xu Yanli opened his eyes and glanced at the message, which was a battle report from the front lines.

On the border of the Heavenly Soul Empire, two more cities surrendered voluntarily. They were not breached by the Sun Moon Empire's army, but rather the city's inhabitants spontaneously bound their city lord and the garrison commander, opened the city gates, and welcomed the Sun Moon army into the city.

The reason for the surrender was simple: after the Sun Moon Empire's army arrived at the border, they only besieged the city and did not attack. Instead, they set up soup kitchens and distributed medicines outside the city to help the people repair the houses destroyed by the war. But the old nobles in the city hid in their mansions and locked the granaries tightly, watching the people starve. They even took advantage of the chaos to burn, kill, loot, and oppress the common people, committing all kinds of evil deeds.

On one side were the old aristocrats who only cared about their own enjoyment and exploited the people, and on the other side were the Sun and Moon Army who cared about the people's livelihood and appeased them. The people knew perfectly well who to choose.

After the Sun Moon Empire's army entered the city, their first action was not to burn, kill, and loot, but to open the granaries to distribute food, arrest the thugs who took advantage of the chaos to commit evil deeds, and arrest all the corrupt officials and local tyrants who oppressed the people, and put them on trial in public.

Those who deserved to be killed were killed, and those who deserved to be imprisoned were imprisoned. There was no ambiguity; everything was done according to the rules set by Xu Yanli.

The people in the city were initially terrified, fearing that the Sun and Moon Army would massacre and plunder the city. But after several days, not only did they not commit any atrocities, but they didn't even cause any disturbance to the people.

On the contrary, the noblemen who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly were brought to the trial table one by one, crying and begging for mercy, looking utterly pathetic.

Some people knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, crying and shouting that the army of the Sun and Moon Empire was heavenly soldiers and generals who had come to save them from their suffering.

Some people were so excited that they were incoherent, constantly shouting "angels," "Spirit Hall," and "legitimate."

He wondered why these teams were so crazy.

So it turns out that it touched upon the interests of those noble lords.

Upon reading the last sentence, Xu Yanli's lips curled up slightly. He put away his communication device, sat up from the recliner, and brushed the osmanthus blossoms off his clothes.

"Your Highness." Luo Xu walked quickly from the corridor and bowed. "His Highness the Crown Prince requests your presence, saying he has important matters to discuss."

Chapter 168 Facing Shrek

Xu Yanli nodded, got up and walked out.

When he reached the entrance of the Prince's Mansion, he suddenly stopped and looked back at the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

"Luo Xu".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Tell me, what exactly do you mean by the people in those two surrendered cities of the Heavenly Soul Empire calling them 'legitimate'?"

Luo Xu paused for a moment, then carefully chose his words before replying, "I think they are reminiscing about the Spirit Hall of yesteryear."

Xu Yanli didn't say anything more, withdrew his gaze, and strode out of the palace gate.

Behind me, the osmanthus tree swayed gently in the autumn wind, its golden petals falling softly and carpeting the ground.

Time just passed by little by little.

After the preliminary rounds, there was a three-day rest period, during which Xu Yanli barely slept.

During the day, he would stay at the training ground, watching his six subordinates practice teamwork, never letting his guard down for a moment.

He would stay alone in his study at night, staring at the map of the Star Luo Empire hanging on the wall, not moving for a long time.

Not long after, the final list of teams advancing to the next round was released.

Xiaoyao Pavilion, Shrek Academy, Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy, Star Luo Royal Soul Master Academy.

These four teams will compete for the highest honor in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament.

The news caused an uproar throughout Mingdu.

In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and taverns, whether they were Soul Masters or ordinary people, everyone was talking about these four teams, counting on their fingers and discussing the upcoming epic battle.

But no matter how much everyone talked, the focus wasn't on the Sun Moon Empire, Shrek Academy, or even the Star Luo Royal Team.

Everything is in Xiaoyao Pavilion.

To put it bluntly, they were talking about the person behind Xiaoyao Pavilion, Xu Yanli.

He didn't play a single game in the preliminaries; he relied entirely on his five teammates to crush the competition and easily advance to the knockout stage.

If it were anyone else, it would be called arrogance and courting death, but when it comes to Xu Yanli, everyone feels that this is someone's hidden trump card.

Everyone was incredibly curious: just how terrifying would this nineteen-year-old genius be if he were to personally take action?

On the other side, Shrek Academy's residence is located in a small, detached courtyard in the east of the city. It was originally the old house of a retired official. The courtyard is not large, but it is quiet.

Wang Dong'er lives in the innermost room. When she opens the window, she can see the old locust tree in the courtyard. The tree's canopy is so large that it blocks out half the sky. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves and dances on the windowsill.

She sat by the window, clutching an opened letter in her hand. The letter was yellowed and the edges were worn rough, clearly having been handled countless times.

The letter contained only one line: "My son Wang Dong, if you encounter a strong enemy during the competition, you can activate the divine thought that your father left in your martial soul."

The signature didn't include a name; it only had a small trident symbol of Neptune printed on it.

Wang Dong'er stared at the words for a long time, her mind a jumble of emotions, unable to describe what she felt. Finally, she carefully folded the letter, put it into her storage soul tool, got up, pushed open the door, and went out.

In the courtyard, Bei Bei and Xu Sanshi were practicing their skills. The lightning of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex clashed with the shield shadow of the Xuanming Turtle, and waves of soul power exploded, swirling the fallen leaves all over the sky.

The two men stopped fighting as soon as they saw her come out.

"Wang Dong'er, tomorrow's opponent has been decided. It's the Xiaoyao Pavilion." Bei Bei put away her martial spirit, walked up to her, and said in a very complicated tone.

Wang Dong'er nodded slightly without saying anything; she already knew about this.

Xu Sanshi leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, his usual carefree and jovial demeanor completely gone.

He glanced at Wang Dong'er, but swallowed his words, and finally just sighed heavily.

Some things don't need to be said explicitly; everyone understands perfectly well.

Shrek Academy's true opponent has always been only Xu Yanli.

The problem is that they can't even beat those five people.

But it was this one person who made everyone in Shrek Academy, including Wang Dong'er, feel powerless from the bottom of their hearts.

Four years ago, he was only a seventh-ring Soul Saint, yet he withstood a blow from Xuanzi without suffering any harm.

Four years have passed, and he is estimated to have become a Title Douluo, standing at the top of the combat power in the entire Douluo Continent.

And what about the Shrek group?

Even the strongest Wang Dong'er has only just broken through to the Title Douluo level.

This gap cannot be bridged by hard work, talent, or perseverance; it's a world of difference.

"How do you plan to play in tomorrow's match?" After a long silence, Bei Bei finally asked.

Wang Dong'er didn't answer immediately. She looked up at the outside of the courtyard wall. The setting sun on the horizon dyed the clouds red. Her gaze drifted far away, as if passing through the densely packed houses and bustling streets, and landed directly on the magnificent Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion.