The same fate for different people!

"Mu En, the events of that year were all orchestrated by me. This matter has nothing to do with Xiaoyao; he was unaware of it."

A flash of guilt passed through Ye Xishui's eyes. Different paths, different destinations.

Since she and Mu En were destined to be enemies, it was only natural to employ certain means.

She wasn't wrong, nor was Mu En. The fault lies with the world.

Mu En changed at Ye Xishui, then at Long Xiaoyao, who was bowing his head in guilt, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"I, Mu En, always considered myself a wise man, yet I was ensnared by the poison of love for over two hundred years, only to awaken on the brink of death."

"I must thank you for allowing me to learn the truth before I died."

Mu En's expression remained unchanged as he spoke.

After saying this, he made a gesture of invitation.

"You two, please make your move."

"You won't be able to escape this encirclement. Whether Ye Xishui absorbs your soul power or not, you cannot escape here."

"I know Huo Yuhao too well. He didn't interrupt your spell to devour the others, which means he doesn't care about your increase in strength, even if it's at the cost of Long Xiaoyao."

"He's giving you a chance only to make your death more desperate."

Mu En spoke without a change in expression, and as he did so, he changed to Huo Yuhao.

The rapid rise in Huo Yuhao's strength was something even he hadn't anticipated.

From a quasi-Great Soul Master to a quasi-Soul King in just a few months.

From a quasi-Soul King to a Titled Douluo at level 95 in another few months.

Damn it, he hadn't even turned twelve yet, and he was already approaching the pinnacle of the mortal world!

Once he broke through to level 99, he could soar to the heavens, inherit a god's position, and become a deity.

This "resume" was terrifying to think about!

Huo Yuhao cooperatively touched his nose and said, "Old Man Mu understands me well. As for those two, I really don't take them seriously."

Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao: "…"

The two exchanged a glance, a flash of despair in their eyes.

Even at this stage, Mu En wouldn't lie to them!

There was only one outcome: the three of them, once the closest of friends, now three Limit Douluos, would die here today.

Since death was certain, Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui relaxed a bit, especially Ye Xishui, who changed at Long Xiaoyao, lost in thought.

In a moment, the red light on Ye Xishui's body stopped flickering. Apart from Zhang Peng and Long Xiaoyao, the other evil soul masters had turned to ash, leaving no trace.

"Mu En, you were never my match in the past, and you still aren't now."

"Even without Xiaoyao's help, you'll still be my defeated opponent."

Ye Xishui's figure flashed, and her aged appearance disappeared, replaced by that of a woman in her early thirties.

Her beauty was unparalleled, and the demonic red light around her only served to enhance it.

Unlike Mu En, Ye Xishui could maintain her youthful appearance until the moment of her death, if she wished.

Of the three, only Long Xiaoyao had yet to "return." He cooperatively transformed into his middle-aged appearance but stood to the side, not making a move.

Although Mu En didn't trust Ye Xishui, he did trust Long Xiaoyao.

If he said he wouldn't act, he truly wouldn't.

"Though you've broken through to the Demigod realm, as Xiaoyao said, these followers have helped me reach the Quasi-God realm. While there's still a gap compared to those two peak Quasi-Gods, it's not significant."

"You stand no chance against me!"

With that, Ye Xishui didn't hesitate and struck first.

Mu En, seeing this, didn't hesitate either and rose to counter.

He knew the gap between him and Ye Xishui, but some things had to be settled.

The battle between a Demigod and a Quasi-God was so fast that even some Titled Douluos couldn't keep up with their movements.

Only those who had reached the Super Douluo realm could barely perceive a fraction of it.

Golden light clashed with eerie crimson light, intensifying with each moment. The earth trembled, but the space remained intact, as Huo Yuhao had sealed it, reinforcing the area.

Otherwise, the battle between a Demigod and a Quasi-God would have shattered the space of the Douluo Continent!

Well, the space of the Douluo Continent was just that fragile…

After millions of clashes, the two simultaneously distanced themselves, locking eyes.

Mu En didn't hesitate, his right hand blazing with golden light as he reached for Ye Xishui again.

Ye Xishui also unleashed her ultimate technique, attacking Mu En.

But in the next moment, something unexpected happened!

As the two closed in, the red light around Ye Xishui dissolved completely, and the aura of a Quasi-God disappeared.

She spread her arms and closed her eyes…

Long Xiaoyao's pupils contracted, his body trembling as he reached out with his right hand, only to stop mid-air.

Mu En was fighting for his life; how could he retract his strike?

"Pfft…"

The golden dragon claw pierced through Ye Xishui's abdomen, but Mu En felt no joy, only a look of surprise on his face.

At this moment, this woman… Was she still deceiving him?

"Why?"

Mu En asked in a daze.

He truly was no match for Ye Xishui. Even after breaking through to the Demigod realm, he still couldn't match Ye Xishui, who had reached the Quasi-God realm.

There was still a deep chasm between a Demigod and a Quasi-God.

"This is what I owe you, Mu En. I, Ye Xishui, never loved you from the start. My heart has always belonged to Xiaoyao alone."

"But I did deceive you, for over two hundred years. I wronged you, and this strike is my retribution."

Ye Xishui spoke calmly. She did this to prevent Long Xiaoyao from living in guilt.

And perhaps a little… her own guilt.

The emotions of youth have been the most sincere. Mu En was like a good elder brother…

But fate had dealt with them differently.

"Ye Xishui, even in death, you won't let me go!"

A trace of sorrow flashed across Mu En's face. He would rather die by Ye Xishui's hand, exhaust his life and perish, than face this outcome.

At this moment, he truly underestimates the heroes of the world.

Could the debt owed to him be so easily repaid?

Hahaha~

Mu En withdraws his golden dragon claw, staring at it in a daze.

"Mu En, I owe you no more. Before I die, please don't disturb my reunion with my beloved."

At these words, Mu En almost wished to strike again, but he truly couldn't bring himself to do it.

What a way to say "don't disturb her reunion with her beloved"!

At this moment, Mu En felt like a dog!

Long Xiaoyao trembled as he approached Ye Xishui, embracing her. He looked at the woman in his arms, then at Mu En, and in the end, he found himself at a loss for words.

This was Ye Xishui's choice, and he respected it.

"Xiaoyao, I'm about to die, but I hope you'll live well…"

"You're not an evil soul master. You've never done anything for the Holy Spirit Cult. Your hands are clean."

"Xishui, you've repaid your debt to Mu En. I don't want to owe him anything…"

Long Xiaoyao shook his head, speaking with determination.