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

His hand was as big as a palm-leaf fan, capable of shattering a small hill with a single slap, but at this moment, it was trembling like a leaf falling in the autumn wind, completely out of control.

It's ridiculous.

Erming let out a low groan, it was hard to tell whether it was a bitter laugh or a helpless sigh.

The group was led off the arena, through the long, dimly lit contestant tunnel, and down into the arena below. Soul-guiding lamps were embedded on both sides of the tunnel, their dim yellow light casting long, distorted shadows that flickered against the walls.

Xu Yanli walked at the front, her steps light and slow, just like taking a stroll.

Le Zhengling followed at the back with several soldiers from the Angel Legion. Her hands were on the hilts of her swords, her face expressionless, but her eyes were sharp. She kept a close eye on the two 100,000-year-old soul beasts that were chained together, not daring to relax for a moment.

The underground area was a temporary prison with thick stone walls. The bluish-gray stones were covered with densely packed soul-guiding arrays that glowed with a ghostly blue light.

The fence is made of top-grade soul-guided alloy, as thick as an arm, and each bar is engraved with layers of binding arrays, making it airtight. Not to mention soul beasts, even titled Douluo would not be able to leave easily once they enter.

Da Ming was locked in the innermost cell. When he was pushed in, he staggered and almost lost his balance.

The moment the chains were removed from his neck, all the strength seemed to drain from his body. He leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his back completely soaked.

Erming was in the next cell. He was so big that he almost couldn't squeeze into the cell door frame. After barely managing to squeeze in, he sat down on the cold floor, leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, his chest heaving violently. Dark golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin onto his clothes, but he was too lazy to wipe it off.

Wang Dong'er was placed in a separate room. The room was small but clean and tidy, with a bed and blankets, and water and food on the table.

However, the food was clearly not for the unconscious person, but for the doctor next to him.

A dedicated physician was already waiting inside; he was a Soul Master with a life attribute, at the Soul Saint level, and had been specially transferred from the Xiaoyao Pavilion by Xu Yanli.

Chapter 174 They've gone mad, they've all gone mad.

Xu Yanli stood at the door of the room, quietly watching the doctor take Wang Dong'er's pulse.

The physician frowned for a while before slowly relaxing his brow. He turned to Xu Yanli and bowed slightly: "Your Highness, this young lady is out of danger. The backlash to her soul has been mostly healed by your holy light. The only remaining issue is that her martial soul has been shaken. She just needs to rest and recuperate. She should be fully recovered in half a month to a month."

Xu Yanli nodded, his gaze falling on the unconscious girl on the bed.

She was still asleep, her long, light blue hair spread out on the pillow, her face turned to the side, her eyelashes fluttering gently, as if she were having a nightmare. The bloodstains at the corner of her mouth had long been wiped away, her complexion had become much rosier, and her breathing was steady; she seemed to be alright.

Xu Yanli withdrew his gaze, turned and walked out. He paused at the door, turned his head to look at the soldiers guarding both sides, and said in a calm tone as if he were talking about a trivial matter: "Don't let anyone die. After all, he is a child that my god has watched grow up since he was a child. If he dies at my hands, it will be difficult to explain when we meet again."

These words sounded casual, but the soldiers guarding the door all shivered. They all understood that His Highness was not simply giving instructions, but drawing a line: this person absolutely could not die, and the others were irrelevant.

The soldiers bowed and replied, "Yes! We will obey Your Highness's orders!"

Xu Yanli didn't say anything more and walked out of the room.

In the corridor, Yue Zhengling hurried up and asked, "Your Highness, shall the competition continue?"

"What are we competing in?" Xu Yanli asked impatiently without stopping. "Everyone's gone. What's the point of competing now?"

That's absolutely right.

From the moment Xu Yanli led Da Ming, Er Ming, and Wang Dong'er off the competition stage, the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Battle Tournament came to an abrupt halt.

On the stands, the sects and factions that originally belonged to the Three Kingdoms were all pale-faced, feeling restless and uneasy, as if they had thorns growing on their buttocks.

Someone whispered, "Let's go!" The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a fuse that instantly ignited the entire stands.

A second-rate sect from the Star Luo Empire was the first to move. The sect leader stood up, his face ashen, and without saying a word, led his disciples to rush towards the exit. A sect from the Heavenly Soul Empire followed closely behind, running even faster, almost jogging as they squeezed into the passage. An academy from the Douling Empire was even more outrageous; the leading teacher didn't even bother to count the students before taking off himself.

One person moves, ten follow, a hundred surge forward, and the stands instantly descend into chaos. Chairs are overturned, flags are trampled underfoot, people push and shove, some shout, and some even jump over the railings. The usually aloof and arrogant sect leader, elders, and core disciples have all lost their dignity, looking disheveled and running frantically towards the exit.

But can they escape?

In the southern military camp of the Sun Moon Empire, Ju Zi stood on a high platform, her long orange-red hair blowing in the wind. She held a command flag in her hand, her face stern, but her eyes revealed a hint of coldness that she had already anticipated. Behind her, three hundred level-seven soul-guided cannons were all aimed at the official road outside the south gate of Mingdu. The dark muzzles of the cannons gleamed coldly in the setting sun, and the killing intent was overwhelming.

"Report!!!" A scout rushed over and knelt on one knee. "General, dozens of sects formerly belonging to the Three Kingdoms are fleeing towards the south gate, less than five miles from the city gate!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Ju Zi's lips as she raised her hand and swung the command flag down fiercely: "Release it!"

Three hundred soul-guided cannons roared simultaneously, their deafening roar echoing across the sky. Hundreds of beams of light pierced the heavens, landing precisely on the open ground in front of the official road, instantly blasting into a sea of ​​fire. Dirt flew everywhere, rocks scattered, and deep furrows were carved into the ground, with raging flames blocking all paths.

The sect teams that were rushing towards the south gate were terrified by the sudden artillery barrage. They stopped in their tracks, some collapsed to the ground, some turned and ran back, and some cried and screamed as they hid by the roadside, looking extremely disheveled.

“Take one more step forward, and the next round of artillery fire won’t be hitting an open field.” Orange’s voice echoed around the area through the amplified soul tool, cold and resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.

On the official road outside the South Gate, the fleeing troops were forced to a halt by artillery fire, huddled together, unable to move forward or backward. Some cursed, some pleaded, and some cried out for mercy towards the direction of the battle arena.

But no one responded to them.

Because it wasn't just the south gate that was blocked.

At the east gate of Mingdu, the Fire Phoenix Legion stood in formation, hundreds of fire-attribute soul masters lined up, their martial souls fully activated, flames soaring into the sky, turning the entire official road crimson. The leading female general had a stern face, sharp eyes, and stood ramrod straight, her hand on the hilt of her sword. She remained silent, yet exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Ximen, the Terror Claw Legion was on high alert. They were all agility-type Soul Masters, each with unpredictable movements, hiding in the shadows, their auras faint and elusive. No one could figure out their numbers, but everyone knew that if anyone dared to get close to Ximen, their throat would be slit by a blade hidden in the shadows the next second.

At the North Gate, the Purple Emperor Legion is stationed. This legion was personally established by Xu Tianran. Most of their martial souls are the sun and the moon. Although there are no particularly strong individuals, their advantage lies in their large numbers, excellent teamwork, and extremely strong explosive power.

Not to mention, there was an army of angels circling in the sky.

Hundreds of golden figures stood in mid-air, their wings outstretched, and holy golden light shone throughout the four gates of Mingdu. Le Zhengyang stood at the very front, his six wings blotting out the sky, and the overwhelming pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo firmly enveloped the entire city of Mingdu.

He looked down at the panicked and disheveled people from the former Three Kingdoms below, his eyes showing no mockery, no pity, only extreme indifference.

"His Highness said that not a single one is allowed to run away."

When Le Zhengyang spoke, his voice was not loud, but under the pressure of the Limit Douluo, it was clearly heard by everyone.

“All of you must stay.”

Upon hearing this, those who still harbored illusions and hoped to break through in the chaos were utterly disillusioned.

Run? How can you run?

On the ground, there were soul-guided cannon units blocking the way, and in the air, there were angel legions suppressing the city. The four gates of Mingdu were also surrounded by three major legions. Not to mention people, even a bird could not fly out of Mingdu City.

Those sect leaders and elders who usually wielded great power and were arrogant in their respective sects were now like lambs to the slaughter, surrounded by the four gates, with no way to advance or retreat and no way to seek help.

Some people slumped to the ground, their faces ashen; some wept uncontrollably, clutching their heads; some knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly in the direction of the Prince of Xiaoyao's mansion, begging for mercy; some remained silent, their eyes filled with endless despair.

Panic spread like wildfire, and no one knew what fate awaited them.

Shrek's residence is a small, detached courtyard in the east of the city.

Chapter 175 Xuanzi Ran Away

It was completely dark, but the small courtyard where Shrek was staying was dazzlingly bright.

It wasn't just one or two lights; all the lights were on.

Beibei stood in the middle of the yard, looking up at the several golden shadows circling in the sky.

That was a patrol of the Angel Legion, changing shifts every half hour. From dusk until now, they had already changed shifts six times without stopping for a moment. Those people had blond hair and fair skin, and the wings on their backs gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like knives hanging over one's head, not falling, just shining brightly, making one afraid to even breathe loudly.

He had been standing there for almost four hours. His neck was stiff and sore, and his legs were numb and he couldn't feel them, but he didn't want to move, and he was too lazy to move. Going back inside to sit would just be a waste of time, and lying down would only make it harder to sleep, so he might as well just stand there. At least he could look at the sky, at those swaying angel wings, and at this square night sky that was completely enclosed.

Xu Sanshi leaned against a pillar, his eyes closed, his fingers tapping erratically on his knees, once, twice, three times, without stopping.

How could he possibly sleep? There were more than twenty people in this courtyard, and not a single one of them had closed their eyes since they were brought back from being blocked in the afternoon.

Some of them paced back and forth, some sat in chairs in a daze, some tossed and turned, and some simply lay on the ground counting the cracks in the stones. But from beginning to end, no one dared to speak loudly. Occasionally, they would utter a word or two, but they would do so in a low voice, for fear that the people in the sky would hear them.

The teacher in charge of the group, Ling Luochen, sat at the stone table. The tea in front of him was changed three times. Each time, the tea was poured full, cooled down, and then poured out.

The fourth time, she was too lazy to bother with it, so she just left it there. The tea was as black as ink, with a layer of tea foam floating on top. It swayed back and forth in the dim light of the lanterns overhead, making people dizzy.

She stared at the bowl of herbal tea for a long time, then suddenly remembered that when she left home that morning, Wang Dong'er had stood at her door and said to her with a smile, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

At that time, she thought Wang Dong'er was talking about the competition, but now she realizes that she was talking about today, this moment, and the current desperate situation.

Wang Dong'er knew she would lose from the very beginning; she came here with the intention of losing.

Ling Luochen closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the soreness in his eyes.

Dai Huabin squatted under the eaves, hugging his knees, resting his chin on his arm, his eyes fixed on an ant on the ground.

The ant, dragging a grain of rice, crawled out of the crack in the rock with great difficulty. Halfway there, a gust of wind blew it over and it tumbled several times, dropping the grain of rice. It got up, found the grain, and continued dragging and crawling.

He watched for a full quarter of an hour, but the ant didn't even crawl three steps away.

How pitiful.

Dai Huabin spoke softly, his voice barely audible, "Are we... not able to leave?"

The voice drifted through the empty courtyard, but no one responded.

Beibei had her back to him, still looking up at the golden wings in the sky, motionless.

Xu Sanshi paused for half a second, then continued typing.

Ling Luochen lowered her head, staring at the bowl of cold tea, her eyelashes trembling, but she didn't look up.

The cold wind swirled the fallen leaves on the ground, rustling them like a soft sigh, or a merciless mockery.

Dai Huabin waited for a long time, so long that he thought no one would answer, before he heard Bei Bei's voice drift over, so light it was almost blown away by the wind: "They can't leave, none of them can leave."

Dai Huabin lowered his head, buried his face in his arms, and didn't say another word.

He already knew it in his heart.

He understood from the moment the angelic soul masters sealed off the east gate that afternoon.

Shrek Academy has never been a prestigious institution that would make exceptions for others.

This competition has caused such a huge uproar, with the Sea God's projection appearing in the world and two members of the Haotian Sect openly making a move. This is no longer about winning or losing the competition; it is rebellion, provocation, and a severe slap in the face to the Sun Moon Empire.

The Sun Moon Empire will not let them go, and neither will Xu Yanli.

So Xuanzi ran away.

That Gluttonous Douluo, a level 98 Super Douluo, Shrek Academy's last trump card, silently ran away the moment the Sea God projection on the competition stage was shattered, and the moment Xu Yanli led away Da Ming, Er Ming, and Wang Dong'er.

No one saw how he ran away, or even noticed he was gone. By the time Beibei realized what had happened, Xuanzi's room was empty. The blankets were neatly folded, the water in the teapot was still warm, but he was nowhere to be seen.

He didn't blame Xuanzi; in such a vast organization as Shrek Academy, someone had to go back and report the news, and someone had to survive.

But that indescribable feeling kept welling up inside me, stuck in my throat, impossible to swallow or spit out.

Then I thought back to the time when we encountered that fifth-ring evil soul master and almost the entire team was wiped out.

Beibei withdrew her gaze and turned to look at the people in the yard.

Xu Sanshi was still leaning against the pillar, his eyes closed, his fingers tapping incessantly.

Dai Huabin squatted under the eaves, huddled up in a ball, his shoulders trembling slightly.