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The grand promises painted by the shadowy figure might have convinced Ye Xishui, but he had always been pessimistic.

How could they possibly fight against the Ice God Palace, which had the support of a deity?

 The shadowy figure was indeed strange, able to boost his power to a divine realm.

But so what?

 On Su Yu's side, even someone like Hai Bodong could hold him off.

Hai Bodong was just a priest, yet already possessed god-level combat strength.

So what about Su Yu himself?

Once he became a god, how strong would he be then?

 Long Xiaoyao had never believed they could win; defeat was inevitable.

He just hadn't expected the end to come so soon.

"You're quite open-minded, but unfortunately, Ye Xishui is doomed to a bad end," Su Yu sneered.

Long Xiaoyao laughed carefreely, "After I die, none of this will matter to me."

"But before I die, I will never let anything happen to Xishui."

Su Yu: "..."

Su Yu was speechless.

What a diehard simp.

Just one Ye Xishui, and he was completely bewitched.

Shaking his head, Su Yu lost interest in arguing with Long Xiaoyao. "Since you've already accepted your fate, I have nothing more to say."

"You have too much blood on your hands—I can't spare you."

If it was just the former Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao, Su Yu might have let him go.

But after willingly falling, and joining Ye Xishui in harming countless lives and losing his humanity, Long Xiaoyao had long since made Su Yu's kill list.

Gripping the Icefall Divine Spear, Su Yu prepared to end Long Xiaoyao's life swiftly.

After all, they'd known each other—it was only right to send him off personally.

"Go in peace!"

"Wait!"

Just as Su Yu was about to strike, Long Xiaoyao suddenly spoke.

Su Yu frowned, about to respond, but Long Xiaoyao's voice rang out again.

"Su Yu, I know I'm doomed to die today, but… could you let me choose how I die?"

Su Yu was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Long Xiaoyao didn't answer, but looked over at Zhang Lexuan, a smile appearing on his pale face.

"Young lady, you are the current Pavilion Master of Sea God's Pavilion, Mu En's successor, aren't you?"

Zhang Lexuan's brow creased, "I am. Senior, what advice do you have?"

Long Xiaoyao smiled with relief, "The person I've wronged most in this life is Mu En. He trusted me, and I betrayed him."

"But I don't regret it. Xishui was the love of my life—I owe her too much."

"I always wanted to apologize to Mu En, but he passed too soon, and I never had the chance."

"Now, I've fought to my last breath to protect her, and that's enough for Xishui. But to Mu En, I still owe a debt."

"At the end of my life, I want to do one last thing for him."

"It would be a shame for all my cultivation to simply vanish with me."

"What do you mean, senior?"

Zhang Lexuan seemed to understand, but could hardly believe it.

"I don't want my soul power to go to waste. Before I die, I want to transfer all my soul power to you."

Zhang Lexuan was shocked, but quickly declined.

"Senior, your soul power is filled with corruption and evil—it's not suitable for me."

Indeed.

Zhang Lexuan was openly rejecting Long Xiaoyao.

She was an ultimate martial soul, the Sea God Pavilion Master, the Ice God Palace Mistress.

How could she accept the soul power of an evil soul master?

Long Xiaoyao shook his head, "I will remove all the foreign energy, and only transfer the purest origin soul power to you."

Zhang Lexuan was stunned and hesitated.

If it was just pure soul power, perhaps it was acceptable.

She was already a level-96 Super Douluo, but still often felt her power was lacking.

Su Yu's opponents now were all at least Ultimate Douluo; her cultivation was far from enough.

"Xiao Yu…"

Zhang Lexuan looked to Su Yu, seeking his opinion.

Su Yu nodded slightly, "Since Senior Long wants to do this for an old friend before his death, you might as well grant his wish."

In any case, Long Xiaoyao was doomed to die—better to make use of what remained.

It would benefit Zhang Lexuan, so Su Yu had no reason to refuse.

After a pause, Su Yu added, "Senior Long, as a courtesy in return, since you want to pass your power to Lexuan, let me share a secret with you."

"In fact, you have a living descendant."

"What?"

Long Xiaoyao was shocked, staring intently at Su Yu. "I… I still have a descendant alive?"

Su Yu nodded, "Years ago, after you spent a night with Ye Xishui, she became pregnant."

"She hid it from you, secretly gave birth to the child, and let the child take her original surname, Yan."

"Later, that child had a son, who entered Shrek Academy and became Mu En's disciple. That child's name… is Yan Shaozhe!"

 Su Yu's words set off stormy waves in Long Xiaoyao's heart.

Yan Shaozhe was his descendant?

"Is this true?"

Long Xiaoyao could barely contain his excitement and joy.

Xishui had borne him a child, and he actually had living descendants?

"What I say is true. Yan Shaozhe's martial soul is the Radiant Phoenix, inherited from Ye Xishui's second martial soul."

Facts could be faked, but a martial soul could not—it couldn't lie.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyao fully believed Su Yu.

"Hahaha, I actually have a living descendant. Heaven has not treated me poorly."

"Mu En, Mu En, my descendant became your disciple—perhaps this was fate all along."

Having suddenly learned he had a living descendant, all of Long Xiaoyao's gloom vanished, and his gaze toward Zhang Lexuan grew much gentler.

"Young Lady, prepare to receive my power."

Zhang Lexuan looked at Su Yu, and Su Yu gave a subtle nod.

Su Yu pointed, and the surface of the sea froze over.

Zhang Lexuan sat cross-legged. Long Xiaoyao sat behind her, also cross-legged.

Pressing his hands to Zhang Lexuan's back, Long Xiaoyao began to emit white light.

All the evil and vicious energy was expelled. The purest origin soul power of Long Xiaoyao flowed into Zhang Lexuan's body.

Her level-96 cultivation instantly broke through the barrier—reaching level 97.

As the transfer continued, her soul power kept rising.

Level-97 peak!

 Level-98!

 Level-98 peak!

 Half-step to Ultimate Douluo!

Zhang Lexuan's aura kept rising, soon reaching the half-step Ultimate Douluo stage.

Only then did her aura gradually stabilize.

By now, Long Xiaoyao's hair and beard were completely white. He said softly, "Young lady, I have transferred all my soul power to you."

"The extra portion, I've sealed in your soul bone."

"When you break through to Ultimate Douluo, you can fully use this power—then you'll reach the higher levels of Ultimate Douluo."