Douluo: The Exiled Immortal Descends, Sword and Wine Slay the Gods

The "Ten-Move Agreement" between Huo Yuhao and Long Xiaoyao was set for three days later.

During these three days,

Huo Yuhao calmed his mind and steadily consolidated his cultivation, adapting to the sudden surge in his power and refining every trace of Spirit Power until its circulation became increasingly smooth and perfect.

Meanwhile, Li Zhexian, having nothing in particular to do, grabbed Skydream Iceworm and wandered leisurely across the continent in search of fine wines from different regions.

Although he had already collected countless rare wines from across the vast universe,

whenever he arrived in a new world,

he still preferred to taste the local culture and customs together with its wine—that was the only way to truly savor the experience.

...

Boom! Boom!

On Sea God Island,

Huo Yuhao and Mu En exchanged a single clash.

Violent waves of force burst outward from the center where the two stood.

The surface of the lake churned with raging waves.

After a few breaths,

they both retreated three steps each—completely evenly matched.

Mu En looked at the composed Huo Yuhao and exclaimed in amazement:

"Yuhao, your combat power has now stepped into the Limit Douluo level."

"As expected, only that person could cultivate a peerless prodigy like you."

The "that person" he referred to was naturally Li Zhexian.

Huo Yuhao smiled.

"Teacher, how do you think I compare with Long Xiaoyao now?"

Mu En pondered for a moment.

"It has been too long since I last fought Long Xiaoyao. When he fought you before, he actually didn’t go all out." A trace of worry appeared between his heroic brows.

This duel was not an ordinary sparring match.

Huo Yuhao intended to defeat the Darkness Holy Dragon within ten moves.

Across the entire continent,

those capable of suppressing Long Xiaoyao within ten moves—

Mu En believed that perhaps only an old acquaintance of his using a soul tool might manage such a feat.

Of course,

Mu En also knew that Huo Yuhao must have been holding back during their sparring. The final outcome of this battle was still uncertain.

His expression gradually grew serious.

"Yuhao, I will secretly accompany you during this battle."

Huo Yuhao’s gaze flickered slightly.

"Teacher, are you worried about the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Exactly."

Mu En nodded and turned to look at the lake, his tone carrying undeniable complexity.

"The Holy Spirit Cult is the strongest organization of evil Spirit Masters in the world. They regard all righteous Spirit Masters as enemies."

"You rose to prominence in the Spirit Master Tournament, and they already took notice of you. That’s why they sent Long Xiaoyao to assassinate you."

"But they never expected that you would have a great master guiding you, allowing your growth to accelerate so quickly."

"This duel..."

"The Holy Spirit Cult will not miss such an opportunity."

At this point,

Mu En suddenly paused and shook his head.

"Perhaps I’m worrying too much."

"With that person accompanying you to watch the battle, any schemes from the Holy Spirit Cult will be nothing more than clownish tricks."

To be honest,

even now he still didn’t know the true background of that white-robed youth.

Huo Yuhao had always been very secretive about it. Even to Mu En, his own teacher, he had never revealed a single word.

He only said: "When the time comes, you’ll naturally know."

Mu En privately guessed

that the so-called "Zhexian" must be a god.

And even among gods,

he was likely an extremely powerful existence.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao shook his head.

"Brother Zhexian has already spent so much effort cultivating me. If I still relied on him to intervene whenever I faced an enemy, wouldn’t that betray all the effort he put into me?"

"In this battle, I want to test everything I’ve learned."

"Teacher, there’s no need to worry. I’ll handle it myself."

Mu En looked at the tall, upright young man before him, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Good. Then your teacher will watch as you defeat Long Xiaoyao in a grand victory."

After the two sparred for a while longer, Mu En finally left.

With the great battle approaching,

he needed to return and arrange matters within Shrek Academy in advance.

...

On Sea God Island...

Only Huo Yuhao remained on the island, quietly cultivating.

A light breeze swept past, carrying several fallen leaves drifting gently downward.

He did not even raise his eyes.

He simply threw out a casual punch.

The green flesh of the leaves instantly turned into fine powder, while the hair-thin veins remained completely intact, slowly drifting to the ground.

The leaves were shattered, yet their form remained.

Such microscopic control of power showed that Huo Yuhao’s mastery over his own strength had already reached an extraordinary level.

Huo Yuhao withdrew his stance and exhaled softly, sighing inwardly.

"Brother Zhexian truly plans everything step by step."

"If I hadn’t previously exhausted my Spirit Power multiple times while healing my teacher..."

"my control over my strength would never have reached such an effortless level."

As he was speaking to himself,

he suddenly sensed something and looked toward the lakeshore.

A small boat was cutting through the water toward the island. When it was still more than ten meters from the shore, a graceful figure leapt lightly into the air.

Her toes tapped the surface of the lake several times.

Her sleeves fluttered as she landed in a few graceful steps onto Sea God Island.

The girl was strikingly beautiful. Her long azure hair flowed like ocean waves, and the white dress embroidered with golden patterns only enhanced her noble and refined aura.

She was Tang Wutong, who had separated from Wang Dong and formed her own body.

Huo Yuhao glanced at her once, then immediately looked away.

Seeing his cold reaction, Tang Wutong frowned and said:

"Yuhao, even though Wang Dong and I are now separate individuals, I still retain the memories we shared."

"Do you really... refuse to choose me?"

She stepped forward.

In her clear voice there was both the pride of a princess of the Divine Realm and a hint of urgency.

"My father is Tang San, the God King. He was the one who made Shrek famous across the world."

"If you stay with me, with your talent, you will surely ascend to the Divine Realm in the future. That is the world where you truly belong."

Huo Yuhao said nothing and continued practicing his punches.

Tang Wutong’s vision was too narrow and her personality too arrogant.

Rather than wasting another sentence on her, he would rather throw another punch.

Tang Wutong’s gaze gradually became resentful.

Seeing that Huo Yuhao completely ignored her, she shifted her attention toward the three-story pavilion at the center of the island...

The towering Ancient Golden Tree that once reached the sky was now gone.

"Who moved the Ancient Golden Tree?"

Her face turned cold, her tone filled with reproach.

"Such a major matter—why wasn’t it first reported to the Tang family?"

Huo Yuhao continued punching but finally responded.

"What does the Ancient Golden Tree have to do with the Tang family?"

"Hmph! Don’t you know that the Ancient Golden Tree was personally planted by my father, Tang San?!"

"Heh."

A mocking smile appeared on Huo Yuhao’s lips.

"Tang San doesn’t have that kind of ability."

"The Ancient Golden Tree is the life core naturally nurtured by Douluo Star. All he did was move it from its original location to Shrek Academy."

His voice was cold, each word clear.

"For ten thousand years, it was Shrek’s predecessors who carefully protected the Ancient Golden Tree. It was the successive Sea God Pavilion Masters who nurtured their remnant souls within it."

"By what logic does the Tang family treat it as their private property?"

Tang Wutong was left speechless.

Her pretty face flushed red, but she had no argument to refute him.

"It must be that white-robed brat’s doing!"

She clenched her teeth and said resentfully:

"I know he has some abilities!"

"But no matter how capable he is, could he possibly compare to my father—"

Whoosh!

A fierce gust of wind suddenly surged forward, sharp as blades.

Tang Wutong felt a sting on her cheek, and her vision blurred.

In the next instant,

Huo Yuhao’s cold and stern face was already right in front of hers, less than a foot away.

The chilling aura emanating from him made Tang Wutong tremble uncontrollably.

"Tang Wutong."

His voice was extremely low, each word scraping past her ear.

"I don’t want even the slightest connection with you."

"But if you dare speak disrespectfully about Brother Zhexian..."

A flash of killing intent crossed Huo Yuhao’s eyes.

"I wouldn’t mind..."

"making you shut up forever."