Chapter 262: The Glory of the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder!
Within Shrek Academy, the moment Zhuo Shi's distress signal was received, the academy sprang into action.
The Sea God Pavilion convened at once, making a swift collective decision.
Since the student exchange tournament between Douluo University and Shrek Academy had been canceled, this sudden attack by Evil Soul Masters presented a perfect opportunity—it would become a trial by fire for Shrek's younger generation.
And with the absence of Na'er, who had remained behind at Douluo University, and Yuanen Yehui, who had been expelled, the once-complete Shrek Seven Devils now had only five members.
Thus, the academy enacted its "Shrek Seven Devils Compensation Plan." A new prodigy from the academy was immediately dispatched to support Zhuo Shi in the rescue mission.
Amid the chaos, a girl with twin ponytails darted through the forest like a streak of light, keeping half a step behind Zhuo Shi. She was one of the exchange students from Douluo University who had come to train at Shrek.
Suddenly, she sensed a chill behind her—subtle yet dripping with malice, like a venomous viper slithering close. It was aimed straight at the rear of their fleeing group.
Her pupils contracted. No time to warn the others—she twisted midair and slashed.
Shiiing!
A claw-shaped flash tore through space. A shrill tearing sound followed as the shadowy, near-invisible "ghost claw," formed from condensed怨灵 energy, was shredded and dispersed.
But before the evil aura completely faded, a black mark—a ghostly claw-shaped burn—appeared on Long Yue's back as he carried Xu Lizhi and Ye Zhi.
"Careful! That's a tracking curse!" the girl shouted firmly. "It also carries soul corrosion!"
Long Yue frowned.
He popped one of Xu Lizhi's recovery buns into his mouth, but the mark didn't fade.
"Humph!"
The phantom of his Mountain Dragon King martial soul erupted behind him, its roar shattering the lingering curse in an instant.
Moments later, soul-guided cannon fire lit the horizon again. Zhuo Shi's face turned grim.
"Damn them!"
"Everyone down—now!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Explosions thundered across the forest, leaving shattered earth in their wake.
Thanks to Zhuo Shi's barrier, not a single student was harmed. Yet his soul power reserves were nearly depleted.
And these blasts—he knew all too well—were just the beginning.
From the darkness behind them, black mist swelled. Eerie laughter echoed through the trees as twisted shadows leapt forward, moving like hunting beasts.
"Jie jie jie… Run, little Shrek rats, run! Grandpa loves the sound of your despair!"
The speaker emerged—a gaunt, corpse-like man, his fish-dead eyes crawling with blood vessels, his face etched with sinister runes. Each swing of his bone-carved staff, capped with a murky gem, spread waves of deathly energy.
Around him, cloaked Evil Soul Masters fanned out—each no weaker than a Soul Sage.
At the center strode a Title Douluo-level Evil Soul Master!
"Lord Deathbringer, they can't hold out much longer!" one massive, muscular man croaked. His enormous cleaver dripped thick, fresh blood, the stench of rot rolling off him.
The one called Deathbringer—the same voice that had mocked them in the skies—grinned savagely. His murky eyes glowed with scarlet greed as he locked onto Zhuo Shi's unsteady figure.
"Zhuo Shi! You're running on fumes. Hand over those precious Shrek seedlings and I might make your death quick. Otherwise, you'll feed my Soul-Devouring Banner! Hahaha!"
His martial soul devoured souls for cultivation, enslaving spirits for his amusement.
Zhuo Shi slammed to a halt in mid-run, standing squarely in the center of the students. His long hair whipped in the wind as the faint image of the Crimson Dragon flared behind him. Even weakened, his Title Douluo aura crashed outward like a tidal wave.
"Coward hiding behind tricks! Did you really think the Sea God Pavilion's elder was too old to strike!?"
At his sudden stop, the students instinctively followed suit, forming a tight formation around him.
Long Yue released his two burdens and spread his arms protectively in front of the others, his Mountain Dragon King roaring silently.
"So this is the Mountain Dragon King…" Tang Wulin whispered in awe—and frustration.
To think that every time they traveled, they encountered Evil Soul Masters!
He clenched his fists. The Golden Dragon King bloodline churned within him. Could his power boost another dragon-type martial soul?
Driven by instinct, he released it. A faint dragon's roar rippled across the battlefield.
Long Yue blinked, glancing down at his hands in astonishment.
"What—this power?"
The enhancement was overwhelming—greater even than the amplification from Ye Zhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda.
It came not from technique—but from blood.
But how could this be? The Mountain Dragon King was already the noblest of dragons—unless… there existed something even higher.
Zhuo Shi too felt the sudden surge—his own weakened soul power flaring back to life.
As a Super Douluo at level 98, for him to feel this kind of boost was nearly impossible.
"Excellent! What a fine boy! You're my disciple now!" Zhuo Shi laughed heartily.
Forget which school he came from—some talents simply had to be claimed.
To think that a non-support soul master could enhance both himself and Long Yue's dragon bloodline through sheer lineage alone—this child was a treasure.
In formation, Long Yue stood on the outer perimeter, both attacker and defender. Dai Yueyan joined him as a frontline powerhouse.
Wu Siduo and Dai Lingyu, the agile-types, flanked both sides for reconnaissance, while Ye Zhi, at the center, raised wave after wave of glowing support barriers that interlaced into a protective dome.
Despite their exhaustion, the coordination was flawless—classic Shrek discipline, honed by years of training.
Xu Lizhi busied himself producing more buns for stamina and healing.
Zhuo Shi's eyes swept over the young faces gathered behind him—tense, afraid, yet resolute.
Pride, concern, and unwavering determination shone in his gaze.
"Listen up," his deep voice echoed.
"I'll deal with their leader. The rest are yours. Show them what Shrek's legacy means! The glory of the Seven Devils burns eternal! Hold the line—our reinforcements are coming!"
He had no illusions about what lay ahead.
He remembered all too well the tales of the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder, who once led a team to near annihilation. He refused to let history repeat itself.
Even if it meant being the first to charge—he was ready.
Because as an elder of the Sea God Pavilion, it was his duty to stand at the front.
(END CHAPTER)
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