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The great battle concluded, the Seraphim once again ascended to the altar, stepping on the Prodigies of Shrek to re-establish its invincible name.
In the restless and noisy stands, a streak of frosty blue sword light shot out, catching Lan Muzi as he fell from the sky.
Facing the peerless young man in the sky, Wu Changkong's eyes showed a questioning look, his Heavenly Frost Sword sheathed behind him.
"Feng had made it clear before the battle that he had no personal grudges with him, only public enmity."
Feng Zaixing looked down at Lan Muzi, who was unconscious in Wu Changkong's arms, and slowly shook his head:
"The battle is over. Take him back for treatment. Feng acts with clear distinctions between gratitude and grievance, and would not commit the vile acts of that old hag from Shrek."
"Thank you."
Wu Changkong nodded in thanks, then left the stadium with Lan Muzi in his arms.
He didn't ask Feng Zaixing how he would deal with the remaining Shrek Inner Academy students. He had no power to protect them, nor did he want to.
If it weren't for their foolishness, Lan Muzi would not have ended up in this state.
After seeing Wu Changkong off, Feng Zaixing dismissed his battle sword, casually conjured Holy Light cages to trap Ye Xinglan, Yan Ling, and others, then dispelled his Spirit Battle Armor and descended with everyone else.
Mu Ye, who was closest, immediately walked up and took Feng Zaixing's wrist, his heart suddenly chilling.
"How could you fight to such an extent of overload?"
"The atmosphere was right; it wouldn't have been appropriate not to fight with all my might."
Feng Zaixing's expression was as if nothing had happened, and he whispered to Mu Ye:
"It's quite uncomfortable after letting go all at once, Teacher. Please support me a bit; we need to see this through to the end."
"Your meridians are a mess, your bones are dislocated, and you've lost a lot of blood. You won't recover for at least ten days to half a month of rest. You're really something!"
Mu Ye exerted force to support Feng Zaixing, whose body was in a terrible state, a smile on his face, but inwardly he was torn between laughter and tears.
"Lan Muzi is more seriously injured. He'll be bedridden for at least a few months, and his Spirit Battle Armor will be even harder to recover."
Feng Zaixing casually described the battle results, then joked:
"You know, I rarely encounter an opponent who can make me go all out. If I miss this chance, I won't get another. Who wouldn't want to experience a Spirit True Body?"
"Enough. Let's quickly find a place to heal. Lan Muzi's Saber Soul and Saber Qi are still rampaging within your body."
Mu Ye frowned slightly. Lan Muzi was, after all, a Genius of his generation, and his Saber Dao attainments were among the best of his time.
Feng Zaixing caught his breath, his previously furrowed brow relaxing, and he refused:
"No, leave them; his Saber Soul and Saber Qi can temper my will, making the Battle Intent in my heart even stronger and sharper."
His tone deepened, and Feng Zaixing calmly said:
"After this battle, I have already touched the threshold of the Overlord Dao Battle Soul. My Aura is now like a Dragon. As long as I grind away his Saber Soul, I will surely succeed in cultivating a Battle Soul in one fell swoop!"
"You—are still so bold."
Hearing this, Mu Ye's Adam's apple bobbed. Even during an overloaded battle, he didn't forget to temper himself, showing ruthlessness to both his enemy and himself.
"Just a matter of convenience."
Feng Zaixing smiled humbly. As early as his time in the Southern Legion, he had wanted to spar with Sima Jinchi.
But at that time, he was on his own, and today, Lan Muzi was unlucky.
The victorious Prodigies descended to the center of the stage, receiving cheers and applause from the crowd, full of pride and charisma.
As he waved, Feng Zaixing noticed Gu Yue's envious gaze, smiled slightly, and beckoned her to come up on stage.
"Allow me to introduce our new companion, Gu Yue, the esteemed disciple of Your Majesty, the Heavenly Phoenix of the Spirit Pagoda."
Feng Zaixing pulled Gu Yue into the team, then raised both arms and shouted to the crowd in all directions.
"Please remember our name, Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, Nine Stars Association."
With Gu Yue's addition, the Eight Stars Association once again upgraded, becoming the Nine Stars Association.
Although Gu Yue had no battle achievements, considering her teacher, accepting her was enough.
Luan Hongchen flew onto the stage, took out the gold medals he had prepared earlier and put them on the students, then unceremoniously stood in the center, raising the trophy with Feng Zaixing and delivering a victory speech:
"This Sect Master, Luan Hongchen, the current Dean of the Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, is now very proud, very confident, and very certain to announce to the entire continent that:
From now on, our Academy has completely surpassed the renowned but undeserving Shrek Academy in terms of cultivating Prodigies.
Today's victory is enough to crush all doubts!"
"The Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy, from today onwards, will be, without a doubt, the number one Academy on the continent!"
An unexpected surge of popularity was delivered to their doorstep. The high-ranking officials of the Tianhai Alliance immediately announced that due to damage to the competition stage, the scheduled competition would be delayed by half a day; they also conducted special reports on Luan Hongchen, Leng Yaozhu, Mu Ye, and others who had come to provide guidance.
They used the battle for the title of the continent's number one Academy to promote local characteristics.
Mu Ye originally disliked making public appearances, but the exorbitant appearance fees made him change his mind.
The two Prodigies of the Body Sect carried the burdens of both inner and outer Sect, so earning money was a necessity.
Elite members of the Sect like Feng Zaixing naturally understood the Sect Master's painstaking efforts. The Tianhai Alliance region was vast; who could say there were no Body Martial Soul Geniuses here?
In the medicinal bath, Feng Zaixing freely stretched his aching limbs, his modified Mysterious Heaven Skill operating at high power, absorbing the medicinal properties to heal old injuries and create a more vibrant body.
Long Chen and Le Zhengyu lay about ten meters away, swimming up and down, shouting with delight.
"Awesome! After today, let's see who dares to look down on us!"
Le Zhengyu said with a cheeky grin, "Brother Feng, I've decided to be your Right Hand of Light. You can't abandon your little brother."
Long Chen savored his words, speaking more elegantly: "I am willing to hold the reins and stirrups for Boss, and follow your lead!"
Feng Zaixing floated on the water in a backstroke position, his eyes closed, and said, "Don't be happy too soon. While we've made a name for ourselves today, trouble will also follow."
"Shrek?" Le Zhengyu blinked.
"And the Holy Spirit Cult. They will surely see me as a thorn in their side."
A faint smile touched Feng Zaixing's lips. "If I were the Holy Spirit Cult Master, I definitely wouldn't sleep well without killing the new Seraphim."
Long Chen raised his hand, his tone firm: "Boss, don't worry. Although my Old Ancestor is not a Limit Douluo, he is still level ninety-eight and can protect you at any time!"
Le Zhengyu raised an eyebrow: "Second Brother, can your Old Ancestor also fight to the death?"
"Brother, what are you saying? Who doesn't have an old man whose lifespan is nearing its end?"
Long Chen patted his chest and guaranteed: "Old Ancestor said that if he encounters a Limit Douluo Evil Soul Master, he is willing to risk his life for a decisive battle!"
Hearing this, Feng Zaixing shook his head and chuckled: "All known Limit Douluo Evil Soul Masters are men; there are no women."
The Demon Empress is a Spirit Beast, not within the human category, and is probably still causing trouble in the sea.
"Uh, that's fine too. Anyway, he can fight to the death at any time."
Long Chen scratched his head, feeling that his Old Ancestor was a bit embarrassing.
If the Old Ancestor doesn't work hard, the young will suffer needlessly.
"Fighting to the death is an overstatement, but I will indeed need his help in the future."
Feng Zaixing looked up, smiling, and said, "In a year, I'm going to Shrek City."
"Ah?" "Brother Feng, do you want to do something big?"
The Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Fledgling were dumbfounded, beginning to ponder the Breakthrough point for attacking Shrek City.
Feng Zaixing smiled faintly: "It's not a big deal; I just want to deliver a sword—"
A moment later.
After hearing Feng Zaixing's plan, the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Fledgling took a deep breath.
"Boss, what if we go too far?" Long Chen's face showed a mix of excitement and determination, his voice trembling slightly at the end.
"Yun Ming has concerns, and Long Yeyue is afraid of death; it's fine," Feng Zaixing shook his head gently.
Le Zhengyu stammered a bit: "But if we do this, we'll completely tear off all pretense—"
"If we don't do this, the Angel Family won't escape its past shadows. The Seraphim lineage was broken by Tang San, and it must rise again at Shrek."
Feng Zaixing's expression became solemn, and he slowly said, "Moreover, creating such an atmosphere will make malicious forces temporarily put aside their murderous intentions and watch us contend with Shrek."
"We also need more resources and protection from the Federation. At this time, Sea God's Pavilion and the Federation should both be in meetings."
Thousands of miles away, outside Shrek Sea God's Pavilion.
Wu Changkong's expression was complex. He bowed his head, kneeling with Lan Muzi at the entrance of Sea God's Pavilion.
"Hmph. It's good that you're back—"
The Red Dragon Douluo, Zhuo Shi, stared at Wu Changkong for a moment, then was about to enter Sea God's Pavilion.
At this moment, an Aura of light and darkness swept over Sea God Island.
Zhuo Shi turned to meet her, raising an eyebrow and saying, "Sister Yue, why are you—"
"This old woman has come to see Sea God's Pavilion's new Pavilion Elder!"
A harsh voice came from Long Yeyue's mouth. She squinted at Lan Muzi's ashen face, her voice cold and sharp.
"Pavilion Elder Lan, you've done quite a great deed out there."