Chapter 34: On This Day, the Ten-Thousand-Year Legacy of Tang Sect—Annihilated!
She wanted to explain, but Jiang Chen's eyes were already lifeless—void of warmth, void of mercy.
Any explanation would now sound hollow.
Her disappearance without a word had already sealed their fate.
His goal had been to nurture half of the Silver Dragon King within her, but since she ran away midway, there was no longer any reason to keep her.
Jiang Chen wondered absently—could a broken Silver Dragon King ever become whole again?
If he had known this would happen, he would never have awakened her martial soul. Now he had to personally retrieve the Silver Dragon Spear.
"I'll go back with you," Na'er pleaded softly. "Please... let my teacher go."
She regretted everything—regretted provoking this devil incarnate. How could someone capable of suppressing the Silver Dragon King ever be an ordinary man?
He had told her the truth from the start. She should have realized—he wasn't human at all.
Jiang Chen chuckled coldly. "Don't think too highly of yourself."
Na'er fell silent. She might not understand what "Shrek" meant, but she knew Yun Ming and Ya Li had treated her like their own daughter.
A warmth she had never experienced before. A peace of heart she had never known.
"What will it take for you to spare my teacher?" she asked.
"I didn't come here to negotiate," Jiang Chen replied. "Just because I took my money back doesn't mean we're even. That divine weapon—the Silver Dragon Spear—doesn't belong in your hands."
Step by step, he walked toward her. The frail girl before him looked as delicate as porcelain, her violet eyes trembling. His hand reached for the vertical eye on her forehead.
She didn't resist.
The Silver Dragon Spear, fused into her soul, began to tear away—bone from bone, spirit from spirit. Pain coursed through her like molten ice, her tiny body curling involuntarily as sweat drenched her pale skin.
Her face turned ashen. Her crystalline violet pupils grew dim. She trembled but remained silent, lips bleeding from being bitten shut.
To Jiang Chen, it looked eerily familiar—like the removal of a god's supreme bone.
"Na'er!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Ya Li—the Holy Spirit Douluo—rushed forward.
"Healing Light!"
Golden-green vitality enveloped Na'er's small form as Ya Li caught her in trembling arms, glaring daggers at Jiang Chen.
"How could someone so young act with such cruelty?"
Jiang Chen twirled the recovered Silver Dragon Spear in his hand and smirked. I'm older than you could ever imagine.
"If I beg you," Ya Li said bitterly, "will you at least spare Shrek?"
At her level—Rank 99 Limit Douluo, the continent's greatest healer—even the verge of death was reversible. Na'er would live.
Na'er looked at him through misty eyes, her voice barely a whisper. "Brother… please."
Tears streamed down her face, fragile and sincere, striking Ya Li's heart like knives.
She was no longer the Silver Dragon King. She was just a girl—powerless except for the desperate hope in her voice.
Jiang Chen shook his head. "Naïve."
"Do you really think all this—this army, these cannons—came just for you? I don't have time to explain. You'll understand someday."
Ignoring both girls, he turned his gaze upon the woman once hailed the most beautiful in the world—the legendary healer of Shrek.
Even after all these years, her beauty was ethereal, like an immortal descended from heaven.
"I hope Yun Ming is wise enough to understand the times," Jiang Chen said calmly. "You should know better than anyone—the Federation has long viewed Shrek as a nail in its eye.
"If you value your lives, convince him to retreat while he still can."
The difference between Yun Ming intercepting the Eternal Kingdom's blast and letting it strike unhindered was the difference between wounding the Golden Tree—and losing it forever.
Without another glance, Jiang Chen walked toward the Sea God Pavilion's forbidden zone—the heart of Shrek, where the sacred Golden Tree had stood for tens of thousands of years.
The last surviving Golden Tree on the entire Douluo Continent. Constantly absorbing the world's elemental energy, it nourished the land and granted unparalleled blessings to all soul masters who cultivated nearby.
Once, it had stood in the Star Dou Forest's Lake of Life, healing soul beasts who survived tribulation.
Tang San had moved it long ago, making it the eternal guardian symbol of Shrek Academy.
"Hand over the life core," Jiang Chen said, "and I'll spare you."
The tree remained still, as motionless as any other tree in the wind. But its silence was answer enough.
"Very well," he said softly. "When the Eternal Kingdom falls, don't beg for mercy then—it'll be far too late."
He turned and left, decisive as a blade's edge.
"You're waiting for Tang Sect's support?" His voice echoed faintly. "Then you'll be waiting in vain."
"Fire."
The command was calm—almost casual.
At once, the aura of eight Extreme Douluo converged on Yun Ming.
And then—the world turned white.
Countless fixed-mount Soul Guidance Cannons soared into the sky like meteor showers, their detonations illuminating the heavens with thunderous bloom.
Yun Ming's pupils contracted sharply—because those warheads weren't aimed at Shrek.
They were falling... toward Tang Sect.
Hundreds of cannons, each above the seventh level, plunged from the sky.
A barrier of radiant light rose within Tang Sect's compound as three defensive shields flared into existence.
A tall, sharp-eyed man wielding a long sword rose into the sky to meet the storm.
Tang Sect Sect Master—Zang Xin, Level 99 Extreme Douluo, Quasi-God rank, Martial Soul: Passionate Sword, Title: "Affectionate."
"Seventh Soul Skill—Martial Soul True Body!"
"Eighth Soul Skill—Domain: Love Eternal, Hate Unending!"
Harnessing the power of love and fury, his sword swept across the void, deflecting hundreds of bombardments. The skies above Tang Sect erupted in radiant fireworks.
"Master is invincible!"
"Tang Sect forever!"
Cheers erupted from below. Zang Xin exhaled in relief. Just as triumph flickered in his eyes—
The world turned purple.
There was no other color.
Tang Sect's compound stood far from Shrek City, isolated from civilians. It had always remained discreet, detached from public view—making it a perfect target.
And then it came—the weapon that history had once used to obliterate Shrek Academy in the original timeline.
God-Slaying Cannon: Heaven-Annihilating Cataclysm!
The blinding violet light engulfed everything.
Zang Xin—Quasi-God of Passion—was erased in an instant. His body, his soul, even his spirit—all vaporized, leaving no trace behind.
The Tang Sect he protected, its halls, its memories, its three golden shields—vanished, swallowed by divine fire.
A sect that had stood proud for tens of thousands of years, through rise and ruin, through glory and fall.
Now, in this single instant—
Perished.
(END CHAPTER)
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