Chapter 42: Battle (1/1)
"Executing the commission?"
Yan Shaozhe laughed in fury, flames of rage igniting in his eyes.
"You killed my Shrek disciple in Shrek City, and you think my Shrek Academy is something anyone can trample on?"
Before his voice even faded, the pressure of a rank 95 Super Douluo erupted violently. Golden flames surged like a tidal wave, sweeping through the entire alley.
The surrounding air distorted from the heat, and the stone pavement hissed and cracked.
"Cry—!"
A clear phoenix cry echoed through the sky. Behind Yan Shaozhe, a brilliant golden light exploded as a Light Phoenix martial soul manifested, its wings spanning several meters, instantly fusing with his body.
The entire district had already been evacuated, so he had no intention of holding back.
In the next moment, shimmering golden feathers covered his entire body.
With a sweep of his wings, scorching flames turned into a rain of fire that crashed down toward Jiang Li from all directions.
"Jiang Li! Die!"
Yan Shaozhe's voice carried the heat of the phoenix true fire, rattling Ling Luochan's eardrums painfully.
She subconsciously curled up in a corner, watching helplessly as the flames capable of burning mountains and boiling seas swallowed Jiang Li's figure.
But the instant the firestorm was about to land, he moved.
He didn't make any grand motion—only reached out and pulled Tian Nituo from Xiao You's mouth.
Then, gripping it in reverse, he slashed forward at the raining flames at high speed.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
A series of blade lights flashed.
The originally violent phoenix flames were as if stripped of all power, rapidly dimming at a visible speed.
Then, with a faint "hiss," they turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared completely.
Seeing this, Yan Shaozhe's pupils trembled.
But before he could react, the Tian Nituo connected by the Ten-Thousand-Li Lock shot straight toward him.
He immediately activated his soul power to defend.
However, the moment Tian Nituo touched his defense, an even more shocking scene occurred.
His Light Phoenix martial soul let out a piercing, mournful cry.
Golden feathers shattered inch by inch, and the martial soul's fusion light rapidly faded like receding tidewater!
"What… what?!"
Yan Shaozhe's pupils shrank violently, his anger instantly replaced by shock.
He could clearly feel it—his connection to the Light Phoenix martial soul had been forcibly severed by an unknown force!
His martial soul fusion was forcibly cancelled!
This sudden change caused a brief stagnation in his attack.
And in that instant of opening, Jiang Li moved.
He stomped the ground and shot forward like a ghost.
So fast it was extreme—before Yan Shaozhe could react, Jiang Li was already in front of him.
This time, the weapon in Jiang Li's hand had changed into the Soul-Severing Blade.
"Super Douluo… is nothing special."
Jiang Li's voice echoed beside Yan Shaozhe's ear, cold and mocking.
Yan Shaozhe's heart trembled violently. He instinctively tried to retreat while again circulating his soul power to summon his martial soul.
But the Soul-Severing Blade had already fallen.
No earth-shattering explosion. No dazzling light.
Only a blade cutting across his chest, leaving a gruesome wound.
Yan Shaozhe's face turned pale at a visible speed.
He could clearly feel it—this strike didn't just injure his body, it had severely damaged his soul!
"Puh—!"
He spat out a mouthful of blood and crashed rapidly toward the ground.
While falling, he looked at Jiang Li with disbelief and terror.
"Your… your weapon…"
Jiang Li ignored him completely and threw the Tian Nituo again, connected by the Ten-Thousand-Li Lock.
It tore through the air, aiming directly at Yan Shaozhe's falling face.
Just as it was about to pierce his forehead—
A deep, ancient, and authoritative voice suddenly echoed across the entire district.
"Stop!"
Before the word even faded, an overwhelming pressure descended like a collapsing sky.
It was far beyond Yan Shaozhe's level—vast, heavy, and ancient, freezing even the air itself.
Above the street, an elderly man in a plain white robe appeared.
It was Mu En, a Rank 99 Limit Douluo.
At the same moment, he appeared, a stone slab shot out and struck Tian Nituo.
Clang—!
With a sharp sound, Tian Nituo was rebounded away by the impact.
After landing, Jiang Li pulled back the Ten-Thousand-Li Lock and re-gripped the Soul-Severing Blade, his gaze darkening slightly.
Mu En was far stronger than Yan Shaozhe—truly a peak existence of the Douluo world. Even he could not afford to underestimate him.
Almost at the same time Jiang Li landed, Mu En appeared beside Yan Shaozhe.
He raised his hand, supporting him with soul power, golden energy flowing into his body.
Yan Shaozhe's pale face regained a bit of color, but the pain deep in his soul remained.
"Teacher…"
He spoke weakly, his eyes full of shame and fear.
He never expected that a Rank 95 Super Douluo like himself would be defeated so miserably by someone without soul power.
Mu En said nothing, only patted his shoulder lightly. His gaze fell on Jiang Li.
Those deep eyes carried no anger—only solemnity.
"Little friend, we meet again."
Jiang Li played with the Tian Nituo in his hand, a faint smile on his lips.
"Yes, we meet again. So… can I leave this time?"
Mu En replied calmly, his tone slightly cold.
"Little friend killed a Shrek disciple in Shrek City. Don't you owe this old man an explanation?"
As his voice fell, his pressure rose again.
This time, faint dragon might emerged within it—the aura of his Light Holy Dragon martial soul.
Even without martial soul fusion, that bloodline pressure caused the stone pavement to crack continuously.
Seeing this, Jiang Li's expression finally became serious.
While Tian Nituo could forcibly cancel martial souls, and the Soul-Severing Blade could cut the soul, facing a Rank 99 Limit Douluo, he might not be able to get close at all.
Thinking this, he slowly tightened his grip on the Soul-Severing Blade.
"Then according to you, this matter won't end peacefully today."
Mu En stood hunched, white hair swaying in the wind, his voice calm but unquestionable.
"Let's do this. Come back to Shrek Academy with me and await judgment. How about it?"
"And if I refuse?" Jiang Li asked with a smile.
Mu En's gaze turned cold.
"If you insist on leaving, then this old man can only avenge the fallen disciple."
The atmosphere instantly turned deadly tense.
Ling Luochan curled up in the corner, her heart in her throat as she watched the confrontation.
She knew very well—what was about to happen was not something this street could withstand.
Jiang Li looked at Mu En, his smile slowly fading, replaced by cold sharpness.
He slung the Soul-Severing Blade over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on Mu En, voice icy.
"Fine. Then let's see it. I'd also like to learn just how strong a Limit Douluo really is."
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