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

"The hatred for the one who harmed my mother is irreconcilable!"

"The hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable!"

The two voices overlapped perfectly.

No one could distinguish which sentence belonged to Huo Yuhao and which sentence belonged to Ju Zi.

Just like the obsession and waiting that the two had been entangled for twenty years, they collided and merged completely at this moment, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

Dai Hao stood frozen between the two, a long sword piercing his right shoulder, his back pressed tightly against the cold blade.

His body was covered in hideous wounds, his soul power was already exhausted, and he was almost out of strength to even stand still.

In the end, he didn't intend to beg for mercy, because even if someone spared him, he still wouldn't have a chance to survive.

These two people have endured and longed for this day for twenty years.

They won't let him go, and he doubts anyone will remember him, especially since he's had enough of living.

"Let's get started."

Dai Hao slowly closed his eyes, his voice hoarse and dry, so faint it was almost inaudible.

Huo Yuhao did not hesitate for a moment.

A flash of cold light, and the White Tiger Dagger plunged deep into Dai Hao's back, the sharp tip piercing through his chest. Warm blood slowly trickled down the blade, one or two drops landing on the scorched earth, splashing specks of dust.

Almost at the same instant, Ju Zi raised her hand, drew her Soul Guide Sword, and swiftly slashed her wrist.

A gleaming sword light suddenly flashed through the air, and Dai Hao's head instantly flew into the air, tumbling several times before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling over a muddy pool of blood, and finally coming to a stop.

The headless body and the rolling head landed on the ground almost at the same time.

Huo Yuhao's fingers, gripping the White Tiger Dagger, finally began to tremble uncontrollably. It wasn't fear, but the overwhelming hatred that had been building up for twenty years, now being released all at once. The extreme emotions surged, leaving him without even the strength to hold the dagger firmly.

Orange stood quietly before Dai Hao's headless corpse, the blade of her Soul Guidance Sword still dripping blood.

She looked down at the blood-stained, scarred, and grotesque head on the ground, standing there for a long time without saying a word.

After a long silence, she spoke softly, her voice as light as a breeze: "Father, your daughter has avenged you."

Huo Yuhao slowly squatted down, lifted the head from the warm pool of blood, and touched the cold cheek with his fingertips.

He remembered that face for twenty years, and hated it for twenty years. In his entire life, he never called him "father."

“Mother,” his throat was dry and sore, his voice hoarse and broken, “Did you see? Your son has avenged you.”

On the high ground, all the soldiers of the Sun Moon Empire stood silently, no one uttered a sound, and no one stepped forward to disturb this solemn end.

Deep within the distant, rolling mountains, the battle flags of the remnant army fell one by one, and the lights in the military camp went out and fell silent, one after another.

The last glimmer of hope in the Sunset Mountains was completely extinguished.

High above the clouds, Xu Yanli stood silently, overlooking everything in the valley.

At the bottom of the valley, Huo Yuhao knelt silently, holding the head in his hands. Ju Zi stood silently before the corpse. The entire army stood in solemn silence, while the remaining enemy troops scattered and fled.

He never landed.

Some roads are destined to be walked alone.

Some deep-seated hatreds can only be settled personally; no one else can intervene.

He watched quietly as Huo Yuhao got up, carefully wrapped the head in a cloth, and gently put it into his storage soul tool.

Watching Ju Zi put away his blood-stained soul guide sword, turn around and step onto the high ground, grasp the command flag again, and compose himself to take command of the army.

Watching the soldiers of the Sun Moon Empire methodically clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and take prisoners.

As the sun dipped low into the sky, the long-running war in the Sunset Mountains finally came to a complete end.

Xu Yanli withdrew all his thoughts, transformed into a sharp white rainbow, and sped away towards Shrek Academy.

Before the smoke of battle had completely dissipated from Sunset Mountain, a figure in white stood in mid-air, hovering silently above Shrek Academy.

The Seagod Island beneath our feet was once a sacred place in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the entire Douluo Continent.

The towering golden ancient tree spread out boundless greenery, its rich life force almost tangible. Inner court disciples sat around the tree cultivating, while outer court students sparred and competed on the shore of Sea God Lake, creating a scene of prosperity and flourishing.

But now, everything has changed.

Most of the golden ancient tree's branches and leaves have withered, with only a few withered leaves hanging on the bare branches, trembling slightly in the wind, as if about to fall.

The once bustling training platform is now empty and desolate, with weeds growing rampant in the cracks between the rocks, and the weeping willows by the lake leaning and lying down, having been neglected for many years.

The once vast Poseidon Island is now lifeless and devoid of any trace of its former glory.

Xu Yanli hovered in mid-air, silently looking down at the desolate landscape, his expression calm and undisturbed.

Seven years ago, when he first arrived here, he dared not fully reveal the true form of his Heavenly Angel Martial Soul. He feigned politeness towards Yan Shaozhe while secretly and cautiously investigating the Golden Ancient Tree's background, not daring to be ostentatious in the slightest.

But now, he no longer needs to hide his talents.

The moment he appeared, the long-silent golden tree suddenly stirred.

It wasn't the branches and leaves swaying, but rather the entire trunk of the ancient tree slowly shone with a warm, verdant glow. The green light flowed from the heart of the tree, spreading along the mottled bark to every branch, and finally condensed above the canopy into a clear, solid, golden phantom of an old man.

The old man had snow-white hair and a weathered face. He wore a loose golden robe, his figure ethereal yet his aura composed. He bowed slightly, offering a deep and respectful salute to Xu Yanli, who was suspended in mid-air.

Chapter 210 Xuanzi is dead

"This old servant greets His Majesty."

The ancient tree's voice was hoarse and aged, filled with heartfelt reverence, without a trace of perfunctoriness or reluctance.

"The entire Shrek Academy has been imprisoned by the old servant. No one has escaped from the inner courtyard, the outer courtyard, or the Sea God Pavilion."

Xu Yanli nodded slightly, landed lightly, and stepped steadily on the cool bluestone ground of Poseidon Island.

The moment their feet touched the ground, a cacophony of noises erupted from nearby.

Angered curses, cries of pain, and unwilling roars mingled together, mixed with the clattering sound of chains dragging on the ground, creating a jarring and chaotic atmosphere.

He followed the sound slowly, stepping onto the tree-lined path he had traversed countless times.

Seven years ago, it was here that he first met Zhang Lexuan.

At that time, he was just a cautious and unknown Soul King.

Zhang Lexuan was the most admired senior sister in the inner academy, enjoying immense prestige. As the two passed each other, the dazzling senior sister even stopped and turned back to look at this unfamiliar freshman with a hint of doubt.

Time has passed, and the once aloof senior sister is now on his side.

The clearings in the woods on both sides of the road were densely packed with people kneeling.

All the teachers and students of Shrek Academy were here.

The front row was filled with students from the School of Foreign Languages, most of whom were only fifteen or sixteen years old. Their still-childish faces were filled with extreme fear, and they were trembling uncontrollably.

Some people lowered their heads and sobbed silently, some were so frightened that their bodies stiffened and they dared not move, and some had their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground, unable to even maintain their kneeling position.

The inner disciples in the back row were older and had higher cultivation levels, but the fear in their eyes was no less than that of the younger ones.

They knew better than anyone that Shrek, which had stood for millennia, was now completely finished.

Even the ancient tree of life they relied on has completely betrayed them...

At the very end of the procession were a group of white-haired elders from the Sea God Pavilion.

Their faces were ashen, their eyes filled with resentment, despair, and helplessness. Some hung their heads and remained silent, some closed their eyes and waited for death, and some stubbornly stuck their necks out, clinging to their last bit of defiance.

In the very center of the crowd, Xuanzi knelt.

This level 98 Taotie Douluo, the strongest cultivator in Shrek Academy at present, was now in such a sorry state that he looked like a stray dog.

His gray robe was tattered and covered with dirt and withered leaves, his long black hair was disheveled, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Where is even a trace of the awe-inspiring Super Douluo of yesteryear, who once dominated the entire continent-wide arena in Star Luo City?

He had only recently fled back to Shrek Academy, and before he could even get a foothold, he was bound tightly by the thousands of branches of the Golden Tree and dragged here.

The Taotie Divine Ox Martial Soul is said to be able to devour everything and break all laws, but it is powerless to struggle in front of this top-level plant spirit that has lived for ten thousand years.

The thick branches dug deep into his flesh, locking his meridians and suppressing all his soul power. He couldn't even mobilize a trace of soul power, let alone release his martial soul.

Xu Yanli slowly stepped forward and stopped in front of him.

Xuanzi struggled to lift his head and looked at the young man in white before him.

In just seven short years, everything has changed dramatically.

Seven years ago, he dared to raise his hand and strike this inexperienced young man with a palm. Although that palm strike failed to injure the enemy, it forced the young man to retreat slightly, preserving some of his dignity.

Now, he doesn't even have the right to stand up and look the other person in the eye.

“Xuanzi, the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult.”

Xu Yanli spoke in a calm tone, as if he were exchanging pleasantries with a complete stranger while also cracking a joke.

"We meet again."

Xuanzi clenched his teeth and remained silent.

He had nothing to say.

The victor is king, the loser is villain; the outcome is already decided, and all explanations are pale and laughable.

"Seven years ago, on the final stage of Xingluo City, witnessed by 100,000 spectators, you struck me with a palm in front of everyone." Xu Yanli looked down at him, his voice not loud, but every word clear, resounding in Xuanzi's ears, "That palm strike, do you still remember it?"

Xuanzi's pupils suddenly contracted.

How could he not remember?

That was the greatest humiliation of his life.

His all-out palm strike not only failed to severely injure his opponent, but was also easily bounced back by the angelic barrier surrounding him, causing him to stagger backward and lose face in front of all the Soul Masters on the continent.

"You're quite decisive, running away after the fight," Xu Yanli said calmly. "The competition hasn't ended, the audience hasn't left, yet you abandoned your disciples and the academy, fleeing in panic all by yourself."

Xuanzi's face grew increasingly grim, his lips pressed tightly together, unable to offer any rebuttal.

The moment the projection of the sea god was shattered by the chaotic divine light that day, he knew that all was lost.

Wang Dong'er was seriously injured and fell into a coma, Da Ming and Er Ming were captured alive, Shrek Academy was leaderless and its collapse was imminent.

Staying behind at that time would only lead to certain death.