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"Tang San, I will kill you!" Liu Erlong screamed, her eyes red with rage.
Tang San looked at her with cold eyes. "Teacher Erlong, you are still so impulsive."
The Ghost Douluo Undead appeared silently behind Liu Erlong. A black shadow flashed through the dim air. Liu Erlong's movements suddenly halted as her body froze up. Right after that, the Chrysanthemum Douluo Undead opened his hand. A withered Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum bloomed in his palm, and its black-gold petals turned into heavy chains, binding Liu Erlong tightly.
Tang San walked step by step until he stood right in front of her.
Yu Xiaogang finally couldn't help but speak up. "Little San, Erlong is..."
Tang San turned his head and stared at him. "What? Do you want to plead for her?"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned completely pale.
Liu Erlong stared fixedly at Yu Xiaogang. "Xiaogang, look at what you have become now. Do you really want to watch him kill us?"
Yu Xiaogang's body trembled violently. Pain, struggle, and dark desire constantly fought inside his eyes. But in the end, the Rakshasa token in his hand lit up with a dark purple light. Yu Xiaogang slowly lowered his head and looked away.
The last glimmer of hope in Liu Erlong's eyes was completely shattered. She let out a bitter, heartbroken laugh. "Yu Xiaogang, in this life, I was truly blind."
Yu Xiaogang felt like he had been struck by a heavy blow, but he remained silent.
Tang San raised the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe without any hesitation. "Since feelings only make people suffer, let me grant you all release."
The dark light of the scythe fell, and Liu Erlong collapsed to the ground. Her Red Dragon Spirit let out a final mournful cry before completely fading away into nothingness.
Zhao Wuji and Qin Ming were still resisting desperately nearby. But facing a group of Undead Titled Douluo, they had absolutely no chance of winning. Zhao Wuji was pushed back by the Dai Mubai Undead, and the Tai Long Undead shattered his defense from the side.
Even though the Immovable Bright King was covered in blood, he still laughed wildly. "Come on, Tang San! Even if I die today, I will never kneel to you!"
Tang San said coldly, "Then die standing."
The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe swung out again with a sharp whistle. Zhao Wuji's body stiffened, and his massive Vigorous Vajra Bear phantom collapsed with a loud boom.
Qin Ming was then surrounded by the Ma Hongjun Undead and the Chrysanthemum Douluo Undead. He used his Fiery Wolf Spirit to fight as hard as he could, trying to clear a path so he could take Flender's body away. But the Ghost Douluo Undead crawled out from his shadow, pressing a cold, black ghost hand right against his heart. Qin Ming's body jolted, the light in his eyes dimmed quickly, and he fell down beside Flender.
Inside the Shrek Academy meeting hall, everything became completely quiet. Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming were all dead.
Tang San stood in the center of the broken hall with his black robes fluttering. The Rakshasa Demonic Scythe hung by his side. There was no sadness or guilt on his face, only a coldness that was completely numb.
Yu Xiaogang stood in the corner, his face as pale as paper. He looked at Liu Erlong lying dead on the ground, his lips trembling constantly. But he did not run over, nor did he curse Tang San. He had already chosen the Rakshasa Divine Court, and this path had no turning back.
Tang San glanced at him and spoke calmly. "Teacher, there is no need to be sad. Death is not the end. They will continue to exist in another way."
Tang San raised his scythe, and dark purple light spread out from the blade, forming a small rakshasa altar in the center of the room. The moment the altar appeared, faint gray-white Spirit light rose from the four corpses.
The Souls of Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming were forcibly pulled out before they could disappear. Their Soul phantoms struggled in deep pain.
Flender's Soul glared at Tang San. "Tang San, how dare you!"
Tang San said calmly, "Dean, since you didn't want to join the Rakshasa Divine Court while alive, you can join after death."
Flender's Soul struggled frantically to attack Tang San, but the Rakshasa Divine Power turned into dark chains that bound him tightly.
Liu Erlong's Soul looked at Yu Xiaogang with eyes full of pain and hatred. "Xiaogang..."
Yu Xiaogang trembled and took a step back in fear.
Tang San frowned slightly. "Teacher, look closely. This is the true greatness of the Rakshasa Divine Power. It makes death useful and gives power back to the weak."
Yu Xiaogang looked up at the altar. The four Souls were wrapped in purple-black flames. Screams echoed as the dark energy slowly erased their minds, stripped away their memories, and destroyed their emotions. Their anger, sadness, and hatred were all turned into pure Undead energy.
Tang San waved his hand, and a large amount of power gathered from destroying cities poured into the four bodies.
Flender's body slowly floated up. His Four-Eyed Owl Spirit appeared again, but its wings were now gray-black and its eyes burned with green Spirit fire. His spirit rings were remade by the dark energy. Nine illusory spirit rings appeared under his feet, radiating the heavy aura of an Undead Titled Douluo.
Tang San said indifferently, "Flender, Four-Eyed Underworld Owl. From now on, you are the Sky Wing Undead of the Rakshasa Divine Court."
Next was Liu Erlong. Her Red Dragon Spirit returned, but it was no longer a hot fire dragon. It was now an Undead Magic Dragon wrapped in purple-black death flames. Liu Erlong opened her gray-white eyes, showing no life inside.
Tang San looked at her. "Liu Erlong, Undead Flame Magic Dragon. Your fire will burn away all our enemies."
Zhao Wuji's body shook with a boom as his Vigorous Vajra Bear Spirit re-appeared. His body was larger than before, but his fur had turned gray, and a skull mark appeared on his chest.
"Zhao Wuji, Underworld Armored Vajra Bear. You will be our strongest shield."
Finally, Qin Ming's Fiery Wolf Spirit changed as the dark energy turned his flames into blue and purple ghost fire. He stood up with hollow eyes.
"Qin Ming, Netherworld Wolf. Your speed will help me hunt down everyone who runs away."
Four new Undead Titled Douluo stood quietly behind Tang San. The former Shrek teachers had all become fighters for the Rakshasa Divine Court.
Yu Xiaogang watched everything, trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
Tang San walked to his side. "Teacher, look. They have returned."
Yu Xiaogang looked at Liu Erlong's pale face. Her familiar face had no love, hate, or pain left. She just stood there, waiting for orders.
Yu Xiaogang's lips moved softly. "Erlong..."
Liu Erlong did not respond at all.
Tang San said calmly, "When you pass the Rakshasa God Trial and gain more power, maybe you can give her mind back one day."
Yu Xiaogang looked up quickly. "Is that true?"
Tang San smiled faintly, hiding his mockery. "Of course. The Rakshasa Divine Power can do anything if you are loyal enough."
Yu Xiaogang held the dark token tightly, his pain replaced by crazy desire. "I will pass the trial. I will definitely do it."
Tang San nodded with satisfaction. "Teacher, from today on, you are the First Priest of the Rakshasa Divine Court. You will organize the trials and choose who can join us. Anyone who refuses can be used as a sacrifice."
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head. "Yes."
Tang San turned and walked outside. Shrek Academy was completely covered in a dark Undead aura. Fallen guards and students lay everywhere on the grounds. Some had their Souls eaten, while others were turning into low-level Undead. The famous academy was now just a silent graveyard.
Tang San stood at the main gate and looked at the old sign that said Shrek Academy.
"Monster Academy..." Tang San muttered. "If we want to make monsters, then let's make real monsters."
He raised his hand, and the Rakshasa Demonic Scythe destroyed the old sign. Purple-black power then formed four new words on the ruins: Rakshasa Divine Court. Shrek Academy was officially gone.
Suddenly, the mark on Tang San's forehead beat wildly, and a cold voice echoed in his mind.
The Rakshasa Eighth Trial was complete. He had created the Rakshasa Divine Court and gathered his first followers. His reward was an increase in Rakshasa affinity.
Then, the Ninth Trial began. The task was to devour the life origin of Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts to complete his god transition.
Tang San opened his eyes, which were filled with green ghost fire. "Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beasts..."
He looked toward the Star Dou Great Forest, the place with the most high-level Spirit Beasts. If he devoured them, he could become a God faster, and Xiao Wu's Undead body would become complete.
Tang San looked back at his eleven Undead Titled Douluo: Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, Tai Long, Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Flender, Liu Erlong, Zhao Wuji, and Qin Ming.
"Let's go," Tang San ordered coldly. "Target, Star Dou Great Forest. Hunt down every Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Beast."
He held the dead Xiao Wu's cold hand and stepped into the Rakshasa Space, leading his army into the darkness. Over the academy, the night sky was dark, leaving only the glowing letters of the Rakshasa Divine Court. Deep inside the Star Dou Great Forest, beasts roared in fear as they felt the terrifying death aura coming their way.
A few days later, outside Suotuo City, lead-gray clouds hung low in the sky. The setting sun cast a dark red light over the broken city walls, making the ground look as if it were covered in dried blood. This big city still showed clear marks from past battles, like scorched earth, deep craters, and broken weapons. Soldiers patrolled the walls with tired and nervous expressions because no place felt safe anymore.
Dugu Bo stood on the city wall with a pale face. A faint purple-black aura lingered on his chest from a wound caused by Tang San's dark power. Even with his strong poison skills and Titled Douluo cultivation, he could only barely suppress it. Beside him sat Ning Fengzhi in a wheelchair, his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda looking very dim. Sword Douluo Chen Xin and Bone Douluo Gu Rong stood behind him, both still weak from their last battle. Yang Wudi held his Soul Breaking Spear nearby, looking serious.
Dugu Bo suddenly looked up at the sky. "He's coming."
A blue-gold streak of light shot through the clouds and landed on the wall. It was Tang Chen, holding his heavy blue trident and wearing clean white clothes.
Dugu Bo looked at him in total shock. "You brat... how did your strength grow so much in such a short time?"
Tang Chen didn't answer right away. He looked at everyone's injuries, noticed the dark aura on Dugu Bo's chest, and frowned. "Has Tang San been here?"