Chì Fēng Academy.
Formed by the merger of the original Kamikaze Academy and Blazing Fire Academy.
At this moment, in a certain hall, several youths who looked like teachers were gathered around a soul guidance device's display screen.
"Pope Bibi Dong, teaming up with two others, was actually defeated in one move."
"This is way too ridiculous." Feng Xiaotian stared in shock, completely dumbfounded as he watched the intense battle unfolding on the screen.
Especially the red-haired man with the halberd later on—he seemed to be controlled by the weapon in his hand and turned into a different person, with his strength surging dramatically.
And that wasn't even the main point.
The Young Sect Master of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, was actually trading blows back and forth with that silver-white-haired man.
"Are these people really Title Douluo?" Huo Wu, standing beside Feng Xiaotian, was also full of astonishment.
Title Douluo was already the strongest combat power they knew of, yet these people made Title Douluo seem like they couldn't even withstand a single exchange.
Huo Wu and Feng Xiaotian, who had barely reached Soul Emperor, felt quite complicated inside.
They had originally thought that, given Ning Rongrong and the others' ages, they would participate in the elite soul master tournament held once every five years.
Although due to various reasons, the elite soul master tournament was only held in Heaven Dou and Spirit Hall,
a year ago, not seeing them participate had been quite puzzling.
The previous elite soul masters from five years ago—Ning Rongrong and the others—were only in their teens. It wouldn't have been impossible for them to participate in one or two more editions!
Who knows, maybe they could have even seen Title Douluo appear in the soul master tournament!
But not a single one of them participated. Xue Ke was understandable—her identity was complicated, so not participating was normal. But wasn't it a bit strange for Ning Rongrong not to join?
They never expected to see them again on the projection screen of a soul guidance device.
And facing off against men who emerged from a strange pitch-black passage, alongside Pope Bibi Dong and the others.
Thinking of something, Huo Wu shifted her gaze away from the screen and looked toward the girl seated nearby.
"Princess Xue Ke, do you know what level of strength they have?"
"Are they just level 98 or 99 Title Douluo?" Huo Wu asked tentatively.
"No need to call me Princess anymore. The throne has been given to Qian Renxue, and I've joined Spirit Hall." Xue Ke sighed.
Regarding these matters, Qian Renxue had basically not hidden much from her, so she knew the general situation.
Now that the plan had begun, there wasn't much need for secrecy anymore. After thinking for a moment, Xue Ke spoke up:
"They aren't Title Douluo. The Pope might have already been a level 99 Limit Douluo five or six years ago."
The soul guidance device projection only showed visuals and no sound, so Xue Ke explained to everyone based on what she knew.
"The four of them should all be above level 100—in other words, gods!"
"Gods!?"
The teammates from Chì Fēng Academy present all showed expressions of disbelief.
"Wait, Xue Ke, you're saying they're gods? Becoming gods at level 100?" It was no wonder Feng Xiaotian was shocked—this was living gods, and so many of them.
Xue Ke nodded. "I don't know much, but aside from Ning Rongrong and Bibi Dong, the other two are soul beasts."
"The blue-haired girl with big eyes is Lan Fozi, daughter of the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. I've met her once."
"As for the white-haired woman with flowing hair, she's the Ice Sky Snow Lady Xue Di from the Extreme North."
"As for Ning Rongrong, I'm not very clear. Even Qian Renxue probably doesn't know her true strength."
"So you're saying this is a battle between gods?"
"Mm, roughly like that." Xue Ke complained, "I'm retired, not sidelined. I still have quite a bit of mobilization power. The previous army movements were related to this incident."
"What's the purpose?" Huo Wushuang asked in disbelief.
"To help Qian Renxue become a god! That's all I know."
Xue Ke was only a Soul King, and not long ago Bi Ji had warned her that unless necessary, she should try to stay in a safe place.
Presumably the Star Dou Great Forest had made some preparations as well!
But she was just a small fry, so she didn't ask too much.
Xue Ke nodded and said, "When the sky falls, there are tall ones to hold it up. We can just stay here peacefully."
She had also guessed Qian Renxue's method of becoming a god—it was probably related to faith.
As the former princess of the Heaven Dou Empire and someone who had briefly served as the temporary Heaven Dou Emperor,
she still paid quite a bit of attention to soul master matters. Plus, with Bo Saixi and the others having stormed into the palace,
she had specially gone to the library to look up information about gods.
She learned that twenty thousand years ago, a Sea God had appeared in the Vast Sea City area. It was said that he had collected a thousand years of faith to become a god.
Information from a thousand years couldn't possibly have been kept completely secret.
Now, looking at the scene happening here, and Qian Renxue in the process of casting the angel statue—thinking about it, it wasn't strange at all.
Xue Ke's gaze returned once more to the projection screen.
At the same time.
In the Fasnuo Province of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Qian Daoliu had brought the group from Shrek to the army gathering point, where they met Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had reached the demigod realm.
"Big Brother, why did you bring these troublesome things over here?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's face darkened.
Damn it, Shrek!
Liu Erlong, Flender, and a bunch of Shrek soul masters.
Golden Crocodile Douluo had visited Shrek Academy back in the day. He had seen all these people and had nearly been smashed to death by Tang Hao with one hammer.
That psychological shadow still hadn't fully faded even now, long after Tang Hao's bones had turned to dust.
"There's no more Shrek." Qian Daoliu patted Golden Crocodile on the shoulder. "Bibi Dong couldn't spare the time, so she had me bring them over first."
"They're still fairly strong soul masters. As long as they don't oppose Spirit Hall, keeping them around is fine."
"What about Yu Xiaogang? That woman Bibi Dong isn't still hung up on old feelings, is she?"
To be honest, Yu Xiaogang should have died long ago. If not for Bibi Dong's unclear attitude, Golden Crocodile felt he might have personally dealt with this eyesore himself—he was just too annoying to look at.
"Bibi Dong killed him. From now on, she and our Spirit Hall will have no more grudges."
"That lovesick fool really did that?" Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened.
Holy crap, had the Angel God finally opened her eyes?
Was Bibi Dong brainwashed or something?
Back then, every time they tried to kill Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong would fight tooth and nail to stop it.
"Alright, no need to bring up the past anymore."
"As for Flender and Liu Erlong." Qian Daoliu went over what Bibi Dong had told him after handing the people over.
Of course, when speaking of this, he had set up a barrier in advance to prevent the Shrek group from overhearing.
Golden Crocodile Douluo also noticed this and furrowed his brows. "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is ultimately a隐患. Little Xue is still too soft-hearted!"
Liu Erlong wasn't valued, and her martial soul wasn't even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, but she was undeniably Yu Luomian's daughter.
The enmity of killing one's father was irreconcilable. Not everyone was like Qian Daoliu, who could set aside the hatred of having his son killed and even help Bibi Dong become Pope.
"It's not important." Qian Daoliu sighed. "Liu Erlong can no longer bear children. In a few decades or a hundred years, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon bloodline will be extinct anyway."
"Since this is Little Xue's decision, there's no need for us to interfere."
"Besides, this one called Oscar is a congenital full soul power support-system soul master."
"Perhaps that's why Little Xue kept them."
Flender and Liu Erlong's relationship seemed to be some kind of love triangle like the Golden Iron Triangle.
In short, probably worried that Flender might do something drastic, Spirit Hall could still make Oscar pledge loyalty.
A congenital full soul power support-system soul master—even if he didn't have half of Ning Rongrong's strength, just being a pure support soul master would inevitably make him Title-level. That value alone was enough.
"Forget it, Big Brother, you're the Grand Worshipper. Since neither Little Xue nor you object, I have nothing more to say."
"But we still need to be cautious. Even with martial soul oaths, people's hearts can change."
"In the future, keep him from having too much contact with Flender!"
"Mm, that little guy is very smart. He knows what he should and shouldn't do."
"By the way, how's the battle situation now?"
Qian Daoliu hadn't expected that even though he had already reached the divine origin realm, he still couldn't participate in the battle against the Abyss. The once-invincible one had probably been slapped onto the beach by the new waves.
"The soul guidance device provided earlier by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can clearly show the battle remotely."
"I'm not entirely sure on the specifics. Right now, only Ning Rongrong is fighting the Abyss Saint Lord."
"I suspect the Abyss Saint Lord is probably even stronger than he was back in the Extreme North."
"A first-level god?" Qian Daoliu's expression was complicated.
"Big Brother, Little Xue and the others have already arranged everything beforehand. We can just be spectators and watch. Honestly, we can't help much anyway." As he spoke, Golden Crocodile Douluo's tone couldn't help but carry a trace of melancholy.
"Hahaha, true enough!"
After settling the Shrek group, Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile entered the projection screen room, planning to observe the god-level battle. Who knows, perhaps they might gain some inspiration from it.
This was a god battle rarely seen even in tens of thousands of years.
...
(End of chapter)