Yan Shaozhe stood on the competition stage, feeling immense pressure in his heart.
His gaze slowly swept across the challenge list; to be honest, he didn't want to fight a single one of them.
He knew very well in his heart that even Feng Ling or Zhongli Wu had already died on this competition stage, and that group of Shrek Academy students basically all possessed strength above his own.
No matter how much he struggled, it was useless.
Xian Liner and Cai Meier beneath the Golden Ancient Tree watched Yan Shaozhe's figure standing on the stage, their eyes filled with tension and reluctance.
Their lover was about to die, and clearly knowing this, they could not do a single thing.
The rules of that Sky Shrek Academy were placed right there; no one could change them.
Qian Duoduo stood by Xian Liner's side, watching Xian Liner's tense appearance, and his mood also became quite heavy.
Over these years, he had always stayed by Xian Liner's side, accompanying her without a single complaint, even though he clearly knew that Xian Liner's eyes always held only Yan Shaozhe alone, and he had never complained about anything.
Now that Yan Shaozhe was about to leave Xian Liner's side, Qian Duoduo should have felt happy; after all, that love rival was finally going to disappear, yet he found that he wasn't happy—he hoped that Yan Shaozhe was leaving rather than dying.
Although Yan Shaozhe was his love rival, and the two often exchanged sarcastic remarks, the relationship between them was also quite deep.
This camaraderie of so many years—how could it be let go just by saying so? Yet they were powerless.
On the competition stage, Yan Shaozhe ultimately selected an opponent.
Luo Guixing.
That was a handsome youth with a slender figure and delicate features, his entire person exuding a composed and calm aura.
The match began.
Yan Shaozhe gritted his teeth, the Spirit Power within his body suddenly surged outward, and a layer of blazing white light erupted from within him, covering his body.
Behind him condensed a pair of huge Bright Phoenix wings; Bright Phoenix, Spirit Possession.
The moment Yan Shaozhe just completed his Spirit Possession, Luo Guixing had already moved.
His speed was much faster than Yan Shaozhe had imagined; almost the instant the match began, a layer of concise silver-white light covered his entire body, adhering into a sleek set of Dou Armor.
Following closely, two specially crafted puppets appeared in Luo Guixing's hands, and he casually tossed the puppets away.
Subsequently, Luo Guixing directly used the Blood God Army's battle formation; a beam of light rapidly began to spread, and then locked Yan Shaozhe within a narrow space.
Yan Shaozhe's pupils shrank abruptly; he instinctively wanted to break free from the barrier, but the barrier was tougher than he imagined, and he charged at it twice consecutively without being able to shake it in the slightest.
And right at this moment, Luo Guixing raised his hand once more.
"First Spirit Skill, Space Lock."
Yan Shaozhe was directly bound by chains, unable to move at all.
Following closely, Luo Guixing's palm abruptly flipped, and a silver-white space blade condensed within his palm, then slashed toward the direction where Yan Shaozhe was located.
Yan Shaozhe watched that space blade fly toward him, then abruptly erupted with all his Spirit Power, directly breaking free from this Space Lock, and then hurriedly began to dodge this silver-white space blade.
Just when Yan Shaozhe's attention was entirely focused on that space blade, suddenly, the space blade vanished into the air, and Yan Shaozhe couldn't help but become vigilant; yet right at this moment, the space blade directly slashed from behind Yan Shaozhe.
Fresh blood gushed out from Yan Shaozhe's chest, his pupils suddenly dilated, and his entire body seemed as though all his strength had been drained away; his figure abruptly staggered forward two steps, and then he crashed to the ground.
He lost.
And right at the moment the result came out, Pluto Douluo Halosa's figure appeared on the competition stage once more.
That slender cross sword flashed with a chilling radiance under the sunlight, and then came down.
Sword falls, head falls.
Xian Liner looked at this scene before her eyes, abruptly covering her mouth.
Her eye sockets instantly turned red, and tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, flowing along her cheeks.
She wanted to cry out loud, but her throat felt as though it was blocked by something, only able to emit low, sobbing whimpers.
Cai Meier's entire body went limp instead, supported by the person beside her so she didn't collapse to the ground, her face covered in tears.
Their lover was dead.
Qian Duoduo stood there silently, looking at Xian Liner's tear-stained face, and then looking at the headless corpse on the competition stage, a nameless, unspeakable emotion surging in his heart.
He didn't speak any words, only reaching out to gently pat Xian Liner's shoulder.
And within the Holy Spirit Cult's grand hall, Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui also saw this scene, her mood also quite heavy—her own descendant had died.
Even though the two had never acknowledged each other, even though Yan Shaozhe completely didn't know of her existence, that Bloodline connection truly existed.
She, Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui, and her lover's descendant, the Bloodline of the Yan family, had just died like that on that competition stage.
And now, the people who could continue standing on this challenge stage were already few; she, Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui, counted as one, and Long Xiaoyao counted as one.
Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui's gaze fell on Long Xiaoyao; at least, she did not wish for Long Xiaoyao to die before her eyes.
Speaking of which, Long Xiaoyao originally should not have died; it was entirely because of her that Long Xiaoyao was forced to become an Evil Soul Master, and everything originally had nothing to do with him.
She was a woman full of sin, and she was not worthy of Long Xiaoyao's love.
She remained silent for a long time, and then slowly, slowly spoke to Long Xiaoyao.
"Xiaoyao, I love you; the person I have always loved is not you, not Mu En, but you. I have never regretted loving you."
When Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui spoke these words, her tone was filled with extreme tenderness. At this moment, she was not that decisive, ruthless Grand Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult who brought chaos to the mortal World, but merely a woman pouring out her love to her beloved.
Hearing Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui's words, Long Xiaoyao's expression couldn't help but change slightly—the person she had always loved was himself?
Before Long Xiaoyao could open his mouth, the next moment Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui vanished from her spot and then appeared on the competition stage.
Subsequently, Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui directly selected Wang Dong'er as her challenge target; for some unknown reason, fate seemed to be guiding her to strike against Wang Dong'er.
Within the Divine Realm, when Tang San saw this scene, his expression couldn't help but grow slightly reserved.
His brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure surged within those blue eyes.
In Tang San's original plan, this Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui should have passed all her cultivation down to his daughter, rather than the two of them directly facing off now, engaging in a life-and-death battle.
Moreover, looking at Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui's appearance, wasn't this fellow thinking of fighting to the death with his daughter?
Of course, even if his daughter died, he could resurrect her, and Lin Feng could resurrect her as well, so Wang Dong'er's life and death didn't really amount to too big of a problem for Tang San.
What truly made him feel a pity was that all his painstaking arrangements from back then had turned into bubbles and illusions.
He had originally thought of letting Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui become an existence like Bibi Dong from ten thousand years ago, becoming an enemy of the entire continent, and then letting Huo Yuhao and the others eliminate these enemies to gather more Luck.
But now, all of this had been destroyed by Lin Feng.
Once Supreme Patriarch Ye Xishui died, I'm afraid there would no longer be any Evil Soul Masters in this World.
Lin Feng was truly decisive, actually choosing to kill the Evil Soul Masters on the Douluo Continent and even threatening that Evil Soul Masters could not appear; yet how could matters be so simple?
This World needed white, and it equally needed black; if deities interfered with the order of the mortal World, it would ultimately collapse.
Besides, wasn't it even better to directly utilize both black and white to plot benefits for oneself?
For example, himself—not only utilizing those fellows from the Counterfeit Shrek Academy, but also simultaneously utilizing the Holy Spirit Cult, while also having Da Ming and Tai Tan work for him again.
Lin Feng's scheming was still insufficient; those eyes could not see the future ten thousand years later.
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