Chapter Seventy-Seven: Xiaomu, Please Don’t Leave Me

Mu Yang yawned and said to Meng Hongchen, "I won't play with you anymore. Step down." As soon as he finished speaking, the blood, which had been in droplets, instantly vaporized and enveloped Meng Hongchen.

This time, Meng Hongchen had no way out. Liquid blood could be seen, small in area, and though it moved quickly, it was still possible to evade. But vapor was different; its speed was slightly slower, but its range was far too broad.

Meng Hongchen could only hope that the toxicity had been reduced by vaporization, and that her own resistance to poison would be enough to withstand the gas. Yet, clearly, she was overestimating herself. Even titled Douluo had to mobilize their soul power to suppress the poison; how could mere soul king-level resistance suffice?

"Although I don't know where your sense of superiority comes from, even if I don't come, my sister could deal with you just as easily. There's no way you'd be a threat. Remember, there are always people stronger than you," Mu Yang said, looking at the poisoned Meng Hongchen.

"Referee, the opponent has lost, right?" Mu Yang turned to Heavenly Fiend Douluo. But just as he was about to speak, he heard a voice whisper in his ear, "Do you want to know your true identity? Do you want to understand everything?"

"Who!" Mu Yang's face darkened instantly, and his hand gripped Hundred Resentments, ready to draw at any moment.

"No need to search. I am within your heart. If you wish to know, simply concede this match," the voice echoed again in Mu Yang's mind.

"The shadow within me—who is this person?" Mu Yang quickly asked his other self, but the shadowed Mu Yang, due to some upheaval in Mu Yang's mental world, was too busy to even manage himself.

"Stop asking. She’s been overwhelmed by your sudden changes and has no time to respond," the voice echoed once more in Mu Yang’s mind.

Hearing this, Mu Yang suddenly laughed and said, "You know, ever since I was young, I could never do anything well. I was always a failure. Back then, all I wished was to accomplish something perfectly. Now, the opportunity is right in front of me. Why should I give up what I once wanted, just to satisfy my mere curiosity?"

"Besides, those who hope for my victory are not just me—there’s Elder Xuan, Teacher Wang Yan, Sister Xiao Tao, and the others. I don’t want to give up, nor will I concede." Then Mu Yang threw Meng Hongchen down.

The voice heard Mu Yang’s words and laughed, "Hahaha, you really are still the same. That’s just like you. Well, I’ll wait for you to come find me." And then the voice faded away.

As the referee announced Shrek's victory, all the spectators erupted into cheers.

Elder Xuan immediately appeared before the Tomorrow Team and said coldly, "Hand over that sword."

Of course, that was all later.

Now, in a room, Snow Empress embraced Mu Yang and said, "Little Mu, don’t leave me, please?" Her voice trembled slightly, devoid of any trace of the aura of a seven-hundred-thousand-year soul beast. She was still afraid of what would have happened if she had never met Mu Yang, even if it was just an illusion.

"As long as you don’t dislike me, why would I ever leave you, Sister?" Mu Yang replied to Snow Empress.

"Good. Thank you, Little Mu," she said. In that moment, Snow Empress no longer saw Mu Yang as her subordinate, but as her brother—someone even closer than Ice Empress.

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