Watching Ye Xishui, whose voice and expression were both fierce and menacing, Xu Zihuang remained completely unmoved. He calmly continued, "Dragon Emperor Douluo, back then, this shameless old beast deliberately used her own body as bait to lure you in. Thus, she created that conflict which, on the surface, filled all three of you with pain. But in reality, the only ones who truly suffered were you and Elder Mu. Both you and Elder Mu were toyed with in the palm of her hand. The difference is that Elder Mu, with his clear mind, had long since extricated himself, while you willingly remained trapped in her schemes without realizing it."
"This old beast is the Holy Maiden of the Holy Spirit Cult; she is by no means as good as you imagine. However, one thing is certain: the person she has always loved is you. After that one time between you two, she became pregnant and secretly gave birth to a boy for you. And the current Dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy, Dean Yan, is a descendant of that child. In terms of seniority, Dean Yan should be your grandson or great-grandson. Whether it is as I have said or not, you can go and verify it yourself."
Xu Zihuang's calm voice echoed within this space, but under his deliberate control, the sound was confined entirely within this domain.
He told Long Xiaoyao these things not because he wanted Long Xiaoyao to change sides.
As Ye Xishui's loyal lapdog, Long Xiaoyao, learning that Ye Xishui had borne him a son would only make him feel even greater guilt and obsession toward her. At most, it might make him realize that Ye Xishui possibly had another side unknown to him.
One can never wake someone who is only pretending to sleep.
Xu Zihuang did this purely to disgust Ye Xishui. Having committed countless atrocities across the continent, what right did she have to disguise herself as a victim?
Upon hearing this, Long Xiaoyao was completely stunned. Although he was unwilling to believe what Xu Zihuang said, when he thought it through, everything seemed to make sense.
Moreover, Yu Tianhuang had spoken with such certainty. If it were a lie, why would he specifically point out that Yan Shaozhe, Dean of the Martial Soul Department at Shrek Academy, was a descendant of him and Ye Xishui?
Ye Xishui's gaze flickered as she avoided Long Xiaoyao's eyes. Furious and humiliated, she shrieked at Xu Zihuang, "Shut your mouth!"
With a lift of her right hand, a blood-red line appeared before her, as if slicing through space itself.
She no longer cared to investigate how Yu Tianhuang knew these secrets. Enraged and having her true face exposed, she only wanted these secrets to be buried forever along with Yu Tianhuang.
But before the blood line could fully take shape, a surge of turmoil erupted in Ye Xishui's blood and qi, causing her body to tremble slightly. Her already pale face lost all color completely.
Having directly endured the full force of the Death God's Light combined with the terrifying, explosive power of Xu Zihuang's extremely compressed Darkfiend Evil Thunder, Ye Xishui had already been injured at that moment. Later, her twelve natal blood souls were entirely purified by Ye Guyi, leaving her current condition far worse than it appeared on the surface.
Seeing this, Long Xiaoyao hurriedly stepped forward to support her with concern. Sensing the injuries within her body through his soul power, his expression changed drastically.
"Xishui, you're injured?!"
"Get away! Don't touch me!" Ye Xishui suddenly slapped Long Xiaoyao's hand away in a fit of rage, her face turning hideous. She glared viciously at Long Xiaoyao, her sharp and icy voice filled with murderous intent.
"Do you want to know the truth of what happened back then? Kill them, and I'll tell you!"
Long Xiaoyao's body trembled. Complex emotions flickered in his aged eyes, and for a moment, he did not know how to respond. Xu Zihuang's earlier words had caused him to involuntarily recall Ye Xishui's appearance from years ago. The Ye Xishui in his memories overlapped with the current Ye Xishui at this moment.
He truly did not want to believe what Yu Tianhuang said, because it would shatter the perfect image of Ye Xishui in his heart. Yet the more agitated Ye Xishui became, the more it proved certain things.
At the very least, Long Xiaoyao could be sure that there was a hidden truth behind what happened back then. Once the seed of doubt was planted, it would quietly take root and grow.
Furthermore, before his death, Mu En had entrusted him with the task of protecting Jade Sky Huang if necessary. Although Xu Zihuang's harsh address toward Ye Xishui earlier had displeased him, he still could not bring himself to act against Jade Sky Huang and break his promise to his old friend.
"You old beast, still putting on an act, you really are too deep in character." Xu Zihuang sneered lightly, gripping the dazzling purple-golden Thunder God's Spear tightly in his hand.
Ye Guyi, in perfect harmony with her husband, also raised her Angel's Holy Sword, coldness filling her eyes.
"Whether there was any hidden truth to what happened between you back then is of no concern to us. But the atrocities you have committed over these years are undeniable. Just the twelve natal blood souls you nurtured have claimed at least a million lives. For these crimes alone, you deserve to be slain by all."
Long Xiaoyao's hesitation had already caused the last trace of warmth in Ye Xishui's heart to vanish completely. Hearing Xu Zihuang and Ye Guyi's provocations, she burst into frenzied laughter.
"Hahahahaha! Two overconfident little things, do you really think you can do anything to this seat?! You truly overestimate yourselves! Extreme thunder? Sacred angel? Very well—today, both of you will stay here! This seat will extract your souls and let you suffer eternal torment in the Death God Tower, never to be reborn!"
Ye Xishui's gaze turned sinister as she looked at Xu Zihuang and Ye Guyi.
"Old beast, stop posturing. Do you think I don't know you're bluffing? I refuse to believe my earlier attack left you unscathed." Xu Zihuang sneered disdainfully, raising the Thunder God's Spear in his hand, its tip pointed directly at Ye Xishui.
"If you truly have the ability, then come and try!"
As his words fell, an invisible wave of mental pressure instantly erupted from Xu Zihuang's sea of consciousness, merging with his aura and giving the impression that he could stand toe-to-toe with Ye Xishui, a Limit Douluo.
The blood-red sea of blood and the brilliant golden halo stood distinctly opposed in the high sky.
Neither Xu Zihuang nor Ye Guyi showed the slightest fear in their eyes.
"Then this seat shall grant your wish!" Ye Xishui shrieked, refusing to yield as she confronted them head-on. Behind her, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet phantom once again bloomed with eerie blood-red light, and her aura surged dramatically.
At that moment, Long Xiaoyao suddenly appeared between the confronting parties and coldly shouted, "Enough!"
An extremely terrifying pressure instantly overwhelmed both Xu Zihuang and Ye Xishui, even making this space feel as though it had frozen. Dark clouds pressed down, and behind Long Xiaoyao, the phantom of a massive black dragon coalesced.
Everyone knew of the Death God Douluo Ye Xishui's power, but anyone who could step by step cultivate to the Limit Douluo realm and stand at the pinnacle of the human world was inevitably a heaven-defying genius.
Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao was no exception. He had reached the Limit Douluo realm entirely through his own profound foundation and accumulation, unlike Ye Xishui, who had relied on external assistance to forcibly elevate her cultivation. Long Xiaoyao's own realm and comprehension of this world surpassed even Ye Xishui's.
In this moment when Long Xiaoyao truly revealed his aura, Xu Zihuang keenly sensed this fact.
Ye Xishui's expression tightened. Her eyes alternated between venomous hatred and a fleeting trace of tenderness deep within. After several moments of this back-and-forth, her raging emotions seemed to calm somewhat as she quietly gazed at Long Xiaoyao.
For once, Long Xiaoyao did not turn back to look at Ye Xishui. Facing Xu Zihuang directly, he spoke in a deep and somber tone, "For Elder Mu's sake, I do not wish to act against you. But you should not have spoken of Xishui in that way. I do not know where you learned of that matter; perhaps the facts are indeed as you said. But I believe that the Xishui of back then was the truest version of her. Whatever she did, she must have had her own reasons."
"Having her own reasons, does that make it justifiable to slaughter innocent civilians?" Ye Guyi asked coldly.
"You still want to make excuses for her? You who aid and abet evil, are you any different from her?!"
Long Xiaoyao let out a soft, dejected sigh.
"Over these years, Xishui has indeed done many heinous things; I do not deny that. I also understand my own sins. Though I did not participate, I have always stood by her side. The things she has done naturally bear a portion of my responsibility. I could not stop her, but if retribution comes one day, I am willing to bear it together with her."
Hearing Long Xiaoyao's heartfelt words, the coldness in Ye Xishui's eyes gradually softened.
Long Xiaoyao had accompanied her for a century—this depth of affection said everything. If he did not deeply love her, why would he do all this?
And she, too, deeply loved Long Xiaoyao.
Although Long Xiaoyao's martial soul was the Darkness Holy Dragon, he was an extremely upright person. Ye Xishui had truly feared that, upon learning the truth, Long Xiaoyao would leave her.
That was why she had panicked and raged so violently when Xu Zihuang revealed the truth of the past.
"Dragon Emperor Douluo, I also address you with respect purely for Elder Mu's sake."
Xu Zihuang shook his head with a wry smile.
"In my eyes, you are not qualified to stand alongside Elder Mu as one of the Black and White Twin Holy Dragons. At least Elder Mu guarded a peaceful land in Shrek City, while you, for your personal feelings, sided with evil soul masters and watched them commit atrocities. All just because of your laughable guilt toward her."
"Long Xiaoyao, do you think yourself deeply affectionate? Do you believe your emotional problems can be placed above the lives of all humanity? After all, what the innocent civilians lost was merely their lives, while what you two would lose is love."
Faced with this soul-deep questioning, Long Xiaoyao fell silent.
But Ye Xishui once again flew into a rage.
"Shut up! What right do you have to accuse Xiaoyao?!"
With a shrill cry, Ye Xishui raised her right hand and made a grasping motion toward Xu Zihuang.
Her palm and fingers were fair and delicate, resembling those of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl. Yet sprouting from them were dark-red nails, hooked like an eagle's talons, utterly terrifying.
As if responding to Ye Xishui, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet phantom behind her mirrored the same motion. A gigantic blood-red claw shadow crossed a thousand meters of void, imprisoning the space where Xu Zihuang and Ye Guyi stood.
Xu Zihuang gave a cold laugh. Behind him, a brilliant golden eye phantom suddenly rose.
As the golden eye phantom ascended, it solidified. Its color shifted from brilliant gold to dark iron, then bronze, silver, and finally back to a dazzling, resplendent gold.
Blinding light shone forth like a golden sun descending upon the mortal world.
Xu Zihuang stood at the very center of the golden sun eye phantom, illuminating the entire world as bright as day. A transcendent mental will spread outward, instantly crushing Ye Xishui's claw shadow.
Golden-level True Body Martial Soul Awakening! Half-god realm spiritual power!
The pupils of Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui contracted sharply. Standing at the pinnacle of this world, both of them felt a genuine threat.
Xu Zihuang, having awakened his golden-level True Body Martial Soul, now possessed the capital to briefly confront a Limit Douluo head-on. If he unleashed his half-god realm spiritual power without reservation in a full-power strike, he could even severely wound a Limit Douluo.
"Dragon Emperor Douluo, if I wished to heavily injure her today, you would not be able to stop me."
A gentle smile appeared on Xu Zihuang's face as he stood before the golden sun eye phantom, holding the Thunder God's Spear, looking like a god descended from heaven.
"Dare you make a three-year agreement with me? Three years from now, I shall return here alone and suppress you both!"
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