Chapter 73: I Will Bloodwash Shrek

"Not bad, that child's martial soul is extremely evil, Mu En. Since we've known each other for years, I won't make things hard for you; just summon that child and I'll leave at once without a word, otherwise…" With that, Long Xiaoyao halted.

"Otherwise what?" Mu En narrowed his eyes, a flash of brilliance shooting out from them.

"Blood‑wash Shrek." After uttering that, a terrifying soul‑power fluctuation unique to the Extreme Douluo instantly erupted.

All the Hall Title Soul Master present, except Xuanzi and Mu En, were forced to retreat dozens of meters.

Mu En knew that this brutal battle was inevitable, but most importantly, protecting every student of Slake Academy was his duty as the head of the Sea God Pavilion!

"Ah—!" Accompanied by a dragon's roar, golden light burst across the sky, and a thousand‑zhang bright holy dragon tore through the clouds, spiraling above Shilaike City.

Immediately after, one yellow, two purple, three black, three red—nine soul rings gradually fell from the sky, rotating in a pattern around Mu En's feet.

"Hmph!" Long Xiaoyao snorted coldly, two yellow, one purple, four black, two red—again nine soul rings whirring at his feet.

Compared with Mu En, his soul rings were slightly weaker, yet still remarkably defiant of the heavens.

Behind him, a dark holy dragon exuding a black aura gradually materialized.

Long Xiaoyao's martial soul is a dark holy dragon; although he has long assisted the Holy Spirit Sect, his martial soul bears no trace of evil, only pure darkness.

Light and darkness intertwine, colliding with each other.

The sky is painted half black, half white.

Bosabei, emerging from the dormitory, gazed at the spectacular scene above, stroked his chin, and already formed a conjecture in his mind.

"I have to admit, Long Xiaoyao is a ruthless man. Mu En hasn't died yet at this point; although he's gravely injured, with the Sea God's Light from the Sea God Pavilion, it's not that he's crushing Long Xiaoyao, but defeating him would be no problem—still, he's being too hasty."

As for the others, there's even less to say; although the Holy Spirit Sect has high‑rank Hall Title Douluo, they cannot break out of their nest, so in sheer numbers they are naturally inferior to Shrek's.

Moreover, one should know that Xuanzi didn't go to the Star Soul Great Forest this time.

The only thing to watch is protecting the lower‑level students.

"Mu En, it's been years since we last met; let this old man test your strength," Long Xiaoyao said coldly.

Immediately, the fourth soul ring at his feet flared, and the dark holy dragon behind him raised its head, emitting a soul‑piercing dragon roar.

Then, a sphere of black energy spewed from his mouth.

Mu En gave no indication, merely smiled faintly, raised a hand, and lightly tapped the void.

In an instant, golden auras converged at his fingertip, rapidly expanding outward until a golden shield formed.

"Boom—!" The moment the black energy sphere struck the golden shield, a violent explosion sound erupted.

Mu En's golden shield was blown into specks of light, gradually fading.

However, it completely blocked Long Xiaoyao's fourth soul skill.

Given Mu En's current condition, he couldn't have easily blocked it; he had already drawn on the Sea God's Light from the start.

Otherwise, even releasing a soul skill to block would not be that simple.

Long Xiaoyao was slightly stunned, his gaze shifting to the golden ancient tree nearby that radiated golden light.

Immediately, a hexagram appeared in his pupils; the moment the second soul ring lit, twelve shadow dragons sprang from the archway's shadows.

These creatures, formed of pure dark elements, darted toward the golden ancient tree, coiling around its roots, gnawing the crackling of the bright barrier, causing the lower‑grade students to cover their ears and scream.

Just as Xuanzi was about to act, Mu En's telepathic voice exploded in his ear: "Don't move! He's forcing me out of the Sea God's Light's coverage!"

"Indeed, you can only rely on the golden ancient tree's power now to contend with me."

Long Xiaoyao rode the dark holy dragon upward to a height level with the golden tree's canopy; when the seventh soul ring lit, the entire projection of Shilaike City suddenly reflected upon the clouds.

This is the domain skill attached to the dark holy dragon's true form—Eternal Night Mirror; at this moment every student felt cold dragon claws pressing against their soul surfaces.

Mu En's back suddenly straightened; his hunched body, bent for a hundred years, surged three meters tall under the bright holy dragon's possession.

When the third red soul ring detached from the sequence and hovered before his chest, twelve golden water pillars rose around him.

These water curtains, infused with the Sea God's Light, converged in the sky, solidifying into a prismatic barrier that covered the entire academy.

"Look at the ground!" a sharp‑eyed student shouted; beneath everyone's feet, a black‑and‑white checkerboard pattern had appeared, the soul‑power clash of the two Extreme Douluo materializing the battlefield into a celestial chessboard.

Each step Long Xiaoyao took let black soul power erode three bright squares; each cough Mu En made caused golden specks to bloom in the dark zones.

"Fifth soul skill, Dark Dragon Calamity!" Long Xiaoyao suddenly formed seals with both hands, and the dark holy dragon behind him raised its reverse scales.

Tens of thousands of dragon scales peeled from the dragon's body, shattering in the air and reassembling into nine violet‑electric thunder dragons.

These energy bodies, highly compressed from dark elements, each tail swipe carved charred rifts in space.

Mu En's left hand formed an empty grip; when the sixth soul ring lit, a thousand strands of luminous ribbons fell from the top of the golden ancient tree.

These threads, flowing with liquid light power, wove into a cocoon, but they continuously shattered under the thunder dragons' strikes.

Bosabei noticed that each broken light ribbon, before vanishing, transmitted some dark energy back to the golden tree's roots—Mu En was using the Sea God's Light for energy transmutation.

"Boom!"

When the final thunder dragon shattered the light cocoon, gold‑tinged blood spilling from Mu En's mouth had already soaked the front of his shirt.

The others, of course, were not idle; though they couldn't wield the Sea God's Light, as members of the Sea God Pavilion each possessed terrifying combat experience.

But as the fight wore on, the group began to sense something amiss.

Although Slake Academy's high‑end combat power exceeds that of the Holy Spirit Sect, the evil soul masters themselves possess the ability to fight beyond their level.

In a short time they still couldn't defeat the enemy.

The rest of the Holy Spirit Sect charged into Slake Academy en masse.

"All inner‑court disciples, transfer to the outer courtyard!" Yan Shaozhe shouted.

Over fifty people led by Zhang Lexuan rushed toward the outer courtyard, fighting alongside the Holy Spirit Sect.

"Lord Jinghongchen, are you just watching here?"

Jinghongchen, who had been hiding in the shadows watching the drama, was slightly startled by the words, hesitated a moment, then stepped out.

She formed an empty grip with the right hand, and a cluster of blue light points rapidly expanded in the palm.

In just ten seconds, it reached several hundred meters away, forming a blue light curtain that then split from one to two, then to four.

Within dozens of seconds, the number of blue light curtains rose to dozens.

"Go!" He waved his hand again, and the blue light curtain enveloped all the outer sect disciples.

(End of chapter)