Chapter 90: The Great Battle Ends, the Holy Spirit Cult Flees in Disarray
Inside a side room on the back mountain of the Body Sect, the scent of sandalwood lingered faintly.
Sunlight from outside was sliced into fine golden leaf by the dense vegetation, scattering across the pearwood bedstead.
Zhang Lexuan's long eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she finally opened her eyes slowly after a week of deep sleep.
"I..."
At first, her gaze was somewhat dazed, staring blankly at the unfamiliar green canopy above her for a long time.
It didn't have the coldness of Shrek's Sea God Pavilion.
Instead, it exuded a sense of ancient simplicity and gravity belonging to a great Sect.
"I... I'm not dead?"
She whispered softly as memories flooded back into her mind like a broken tide.
The black flames of that night...
Sleep Nightmare Douluo's hideous claws and fangs...
And that heart-wrenching roar of the youth whose eyes glowed with blood-red light at the final moment...
She remembered blocking that strike for him.
She remembered the agonizing pain of her Soul being torn apart, and even more, she remembered the heartbreaking trembling in the youth's embrace as she fell.
"Lin Sheng..."
Zhang Lexuan subconsciously touched her chest.
She could no longer feel the withered Death Qi there; instead, there was a gentle warmth.
A majestic life force was flowing quietly.
"Was it him... who brought me back?"
Thinking of that youth who always spoke coldly to Shrek but had a heart more fervent than anyone's, a honey-sweet curve involuntarily graced the corners of Zhang Lexuan's lips.
That feeling of being abandoned by the whole World yet being treated as a precious treasure by him alone.
It caused her heart, frozen for ten thousand years, to melt completely.
However, this warmth did not last long.
"Boom—!"
A violent roar loud enough to shatter the heavens came from the outskirts of the Sect.
Immediately following were two suffocating Limit-level pressures clashing frantically in the air.
"This aura... Senior Du Busi..."
"And another one, it seems to be a Limit Douluo as well!"
Zhang Lexuan's expression changed abruptly. As the Eldest Senior Sister of Shrek, she knew all too well what a battle of this scale meant.
The Holy Spirit Cult had come knocking!
She didn't even have time to change out of her slightly oversized plain white nightgown, only throwing a long robe over it.
Then, she forcibly circulated her Soul Power.
Transforming into a streak of silver moonlight, she rushed out of the room.
"Whoosh—!"
When Zhang Lexuan's figure appeared at the edge of the Body Sect's grounds.
The sight before her left her completely frozen in place.
High in the sky, a dark green giant shadow and a pitch-black demonic dragon were locked in a frantic struggle, every move causing the Void Realm to collapse.
"Rumble—!"
Zhang Lexuan stared blankly at that Darkness Holy Dragon.
"He..."
"Could it be the one as famous as Elder Mu... the Darkness Holy Dragon, Long Xiaoyao?!"
And in the center of the battlefield below, which had been frozen into an icy plain.
A youth stood with his back to her.
It was Lin Sheng, yet not the Lin Sheng she was familiar with.
"Lin Sheng, what's wrong with his pupils!?" Zhang Lexuan was startled.
At this moment, Lin Sheng.
His eyes reflected a clear and cold blue light!
He walked across the battlefield like an ice and snow monarch patrolling his territory.
With every glance.
An Evil Soul Master would be incinerated into dust by blue-black Ice Flames; every time he raised a hand, countless Ice Crystal Chains would extend from the Void Realm.
Dragging those arrogant Evil Soul Masters directly into a hopeless illusion.
"Is this... his current power?"
Zhang Lexuan murmured to herself, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.
Lin Sheng...
He is only at the level of a Spirit King right now!!!
"You're awake? Why did you come out!"
A gentle voice filled with surprise sounded by her side.
Princess Vina walked over quickly, white healing light flickering at her fingertips.
Vina looked Zhang Lexuan over carefully; seeing her complexion was rosy and her mental origin was even more stable than before the injury, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
To save you, Lin Sheng used the Power of Life almost tirelessly to repair your Sea of Consciousness.
"If something happens to you again now, he really will go crazy."
Zhang Lexuan shook her head gently and replied softly.
"Thank you, I'm fine now... I even feel better than ever before."
Her gaze returned to that lonely, slaughtering figure in the center of the battlefield.
In those eyes as gentle as water.
What was reflected was no longer the responsibility of Shrek, but a deep, inseparable emotion.
"..."
Standing to the side, Vina keenly caught this look, and her clever eyes dimmed slightly.
The Soul Power fluctuations at her fingertips trembled unconsciously.
She knew that in Lin Sheng's desolate heart, Zhang Lexuan had probably stepped in a step ahead of her...
...
In the center of the battlefield, Long Xiaoyao finally realized the situation was irreversible.
Damn it!
Even though he was a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, facing Du Busi's entanglement and Lin Sheng's almost god-like Ice Pupil's judgment against the Evil Soul Masters.
He also felt somewhat powerless!
If the fight continued, this group of elites brought by the Holy Spirit Cult would be wiped out by Lin Sheng alone!
"Du Busi, we will settle today's score another day!"
Long Xiaoyao let out a resonant dragon roar.
The darkness dragon power throughout his body exploded instantly, forcibly knocking Du Busi back a hundred meters!
"Members of the Holy Spirit Cult, follow me and leave this place!"
Long Xiaoyao roared. This battle had already been a heavy loss; once they returned this time...
He would likely be severely berated by Ye Xishui!!!
Immediately after...
His massive dragon body descended from the sky, landing in front of the remaining Evil Soul Master camp, and with a wave of his hand.
A heavy spatial black hole instantly enveloped everyone.
"Retreat!"
Spatial ripples surged.
The once noisy battlefield fell into a dead silence within a few breaths, leaving behind only scorched ice on the ground.
Lin Sheng stood upon the ruins.
The icy blue light in his eyes gradually receded, and the destructive aura of the double pupils also slowly retracted.
Those eyes returned to being the black-and-red Sharingan, deep as an abyss.
He watched coldly in the direction where Long Xiaoyao had disappeared.
The amaterasu living blade in his palm emitted a faint hum, thirsting for blood.
"Next time... Holy Spirit Cult, it will be your funeral."
"I will personally go to the Holy Spirit Cult and take back everything."
Lin Sheng closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The sense of emptiness after wielding absolute power made him somewhat dazed, until a voice he had yearned for day and night.
A voice he had even prayed for in his dreams softly pierced through the cold wind.
"Lin Sheng."
Lin Sheng's body suddenly stiffened.
He slowly turned around, somewhat in disbelief.
On a gentle slope a hundred meters away, the woman in plain clothes white as snow stood under the setting sun.
The wind blew her long hair.
On that face, still slightly pale yet breathtakingly beautiful, hung a smile more gentle than spring water.
She didn't speak, just watched him quietly like that, as if she had been waiting for him for ten thousand years.
"..."
At that moment, the violence and killing intent in Lin Sheng's eyes vanished instantly.
In the eyes of this youth who made the gods tremble.
At this very moment, there was only that stunningly beautiful and serene moonlight reflected in his pupils.
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