"We Seven Devils are one. As the eldest brother, how could I stand by and watch our sister-in-law be taken?" Dai Mubai stepped forward resolutely, planting himself firmly at Tang San's side. Right behind him came Zhu Zhuqing, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, and finally Ning Rongrong.
Five people, their faces all bearing the same unwavering determination and resolve. In that moment, the Shrek Seven Devils were like a rope twisted tight.
Flandre suddenly laughed. He exchanged a glance with Liu Erlong and the Great Master, and the Golden Iron Triangle raised their right hands simultaneously. In an instant, brilliant golden light erupted into existence, surging radiance tracing an impossibly resplendent golden triangle across the air.
"We old fogeys aren't dead yet—there's no need for you young ones to stand in front. If you make it out alive, remember, I've stored all the money I've earned in the hidden chamber inside the headmaster's study. Give it to Zhao Wuji. Tell him to run our Shrek Academy properly."
Flandre loved profit, yes—but he valued feelings even more. Otherwise, how else could he have made the choices he did years ago regarding the affair between the Great Master and Liu Erlong? Death was terrifying; he had always believed so. But to retreat at a moment like this—that, to him, was far more terrifying.
"Your Holiness," Chrysanthemum Douluo prompted the somewhat dazed Pope, awaiting her command. After all, one of their opponents was holding an Elder's token.
Bibi Dong roused herself from her trance, a complex, indescribable light flickering in her eyes. She drew a deep breath, and her gaze sharpened instantly. She fixed the Great Master with one long stare, then issued her command without hesitation: "Seize them. Anyone who resists—kill without mercy."
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo moved at the same time. The Golden Iron Triangle was indeed a genuine three-person Martial Soul Fusion Technique, but against true Titled Douluo, could Flandre and the other two, whose ranks were insufficient, hope to hold them back? The answer was an unequivocal no.
At that exact moment, Poison Douluo suddenly made his move from the side. He wasn't charging at Ghost Douluo or Chrysanthemum Douluo to intercept them—he was rushing toward Tang San and Xiao Wu. He knew that as long as he got these two children away from here, none of the others from Shrek Academy would be in real danger.
The instant Du Gu Bo set off, a frigid snort cracked through the air beside his ear like a thunderclap. Du Gu Bo let out a muffled grunt, his body spinning halfway in midair as the Green Phantom Serpent Sovereign fused with him in an instant.
The one who had issued that cold snort was none other than the Pope herself, Bibi Dong. A massive golden phantom rose silently from behind her, and nine resplendent Soul Rings blazed to life in the blink of an eye. The colossal pressure radiating from her suppressed Du Gu Bo so completely that he couldn't move a muscle.
Du Gu Bo's expression changed drastically. He had long suspected that the Pope had cultivated to the Titled Douluo level, but he had never imagined she would be this powerful. Both were Titled Douluo, yet one was completely suppressing the other solely through the pressure generated by her own aura. In the world of Titled Douluo, this was virtually impossible—but the Pope standing before him had done exactly that.
What was even more terrifying were the nine Soul Rings encircling her. Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
If the first eight Soul Rings wouldn't have given anyone much cause for alarm, then that last one—glowing with a crystalline crimson light—was enough to strike fear into every person present, Titled Douluo included.
A red Soul Ring represented the absolute pinnacle of all Soul Rings. It was a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring—the kind that could only appear on a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beast!
In the world of Soul Masters, the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring had always held the reputation of being the greatest treasure in existence. That was no joke at all. When a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beast was slain, in addition to the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, it would inevitably drop a piece of Soul Bone as well. If the two were combined and absorbed by a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse, then upon that Soul Douluo's evolution into a Titled Douluo, their strength would far surpass that of their peers.
A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring sounded like it was only one tier above a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, but every Titled Douluo knew just how vast the gap between the two truly was. A Soul Beast that reached the Hundred Thousand Year mark could be said to have truly become a spirit. Having absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it was only a single step from transcending the mortal realm. In the world of Soul Beasts, they held a status akin to that of Titled Douluo among Soul Masters.
Across the entire continent, the number of Titled Douluo was absolutely small—no more than twenty. But those who possessed a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring? Fewer still. Hundred Thousand Year Soul Beasts were far too rare, and far too powerful. Without a team of absolutely overwhelming strength to capture one, and with no small amount of luck on top of that, obtaining one was simply impossible.
Seeing that crimson Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, Du Gu Bo's face changed dramatically. He knew that if he made any further move, what awaited him would be Bibi Dong's terrifying attack. That was something he, with only ninety-two levels of cultivation—the weakest among all Titled Douluo—could absolutely not withstand.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both extremely fast. Though they were only facing the Golden Iron Triangle, whose combined strength was far inferior to their own, neither showed the slightest bit of carelessness. Both released their Martial Souls, nine Soul Rings cycling around their respective bodies. In that single instant, four Titled Douluo wielding their Martial Souls had appeared in the square. For the world of Soul Masters, this could absolutely be called a momentous spectacle.
"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost—and you two think you can lay a hand on my son? Get lost." A deep voice suddenly rang out, as though detonating in midair. The voice wasn't loud, but the domineering authority it carried made every person's body tremble involuntarily.
Hearing that voice, Tang San—who had Xiao Wu in his arms and was shielding her body with his back—snapped his head up, his eyes flooding with the light of joyful surprise. On the other side, Pope Bibi Dong's expression turned grave as well. She released the pressure suppressing Du Gu Bo and lifted her gaze to the sky.