Douluo: Expelled From Shrek, I Awakened The Double Pupils! — Chapter 210

Chapter 210: Shrek’s Defense Breaks! They Want Them to Execute Ma Xiaotao Themselves?

After finalizing their agreement with the Emperor of the Heavenly Soul Empire, Liu Yuan and Du Busi wasted no time. Moving with absolute secrecy, they used a concealed imperial passageway to transfer Ma Xiaotao directly into the most heavily fortified location within the capital: the Imperial Prison Forbidden Land.

This subterranean fortress was saturated with high-tier restrictive spirit tools, its walls etched with glowing runes maintained year-round. Designed exclusively for the continent’s most dangerous criminals, the facility was monitored by elite guards at every hour of the day.

Deep within the lowest level, Ma Xiaotao was thrown into a cell forged entirely from deep iron. Dozens of thick, heavy chains—each one heavily reinforced with specialized spirit tools designed to suppress spirit power—coiled tightly around her limbs and torso, binding her securely to the cold stone wall.

Simultaneously, a formal decree swept across the continent with unmatched speed, broadcasted through every official channel of the Heavenly Soul Empire.

The contents of the announcement were blunt and devastating: Ma Xiaotao, an esteemed Core Disciple of Shrek Academy’s Inner Court, had succumbed to demonic practices. She had degenerated into an Evil Soul Master and was subsequently apprehended within the Sun Moon Forest.

, the Heavenly Soul Imperial Family officially scheduled a public execution ceremony to be held in the Imperial Capital Central Square in exactly one month.

Stamped with the unmistakable, heavy seal of the emperor, the document’s authenticity was absolute.

The moment the news broke, the entire Douluo Continent erupted into a massive uproar.

From the bustling streets of the imperial capital to the quiet corners of rural tea houses and rowdy taverns, the execution became the sole topic of conversation. The initial reaction of the masses was pure, unadulterated shock.

“Ma Xiaotao? Are you certain it’s the Ma Xiaotao from Shrek Academy?” A middle-aged Spirit Master slammed his wooden mug onto a tavern table, his face twisted in disbelief.

“She was a peerless genius, the kind Shrek Academy only sees once in a century! I watched her fight in the Soul Master Tournament. She was dazzling, practically untouchable! How could someone like her possibly fall and become an Evil Soul Master?”

“This is a direct decree from the imperial family. You think they’d fake the emperor’s seal?” a man at the neighboring table retorted, crossing his arms.

“Exactly. If it were a lie, Shrek Academy would have marched out and publicly denied it by now. But look at them! Have you heard a single peep from Shrek these past few days? It’s terrifyingly quiet over there.”

“A public execution in a month… I have to see this for myself.”

“Count me in. Seeing is believing. If it turns out to be true, then Shrek Academy’s glorious reputation is going straight into the mud.”

The public discourse fermented, growing more volatile by the hour. While some treated the impending execution as a grand spectacle, a growing number of people began to harbor genuine doubts about Shrek Academy’s long-standing moral authority. Regardless of their stance, the execution scheduled for next month had successfully hijacked the attention of the entire continent.

Far to the west, within the Ming Capital of the Sun Moon Empire.

Inside the luxurious office of the Sun Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, Jing Hongchen leaned back in his plush leather chair. He held a classified intelligence report delivered straight from his spy network in the Heavenly Soul Empire.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled upward, forming a sharp, meaningful smile.

“Ma Xiaotao… Shrek’s prized number one genius actually met her downfall in such a miserable place.”

Jing Hongchen flicked the parchment onto his wide mahogany desk and turned his gaze toward the sprawling cityscape outside his window. His calculating mind easily dissected the political maneuvering behind the decree.

This was no simple criminal trial; it was a flawless political strangulation aimed directly at Shrek Academy’s throat.

The Body Sect didn’t just want to eliminate an Evil Soul Master. They were using Ma Xiaotao as a blade to force Shrek into an impossible dilemma.

If Shrek tried to save her? They would be openly shielding a confirmed Evil Soul Master, instantly shattering the righteous image they had carefully cultivated for millennia.

If they abandoned her? She was their core genius. Watching her die on a public execution block would deal a catastrophic blow to the academy’s internal cohesion and their prestige in the Spirit Master world.

“Fascinating,” Jing Hongchen murmured to himself, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “How do those arrogant old ghosts at Shrek plan to squirm their way out of this one?”

He had no intention of intervening. As a leader within the Sun Moon Empire, the most prudent course of action was to sit back and enjoy the chaos. Watching the mighty Shrek Academy drown in a vortex of public opinion was a rare and highly entertaining spectacle.

In stark contrast to the amused spectator mindset in the Ming Capital, the atmosphere deep within the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult was suffocatingly dark and steeped in murderous intent.

Inside the cavernous, dimly lit Great Hall, two imposing figures stood in the shadows.

Zhongli Wu gripped the Heavenly Soul Empire’s public announcement, his knuckles white. His expression was twisted into a hideous scowl.

Beside him stood the Death God Douluo, Ye Xishui. A cold, abyssal light flickered within her ancient eyes, carrying the heavy weight of countless slaughtered souls.

“The Holy Maiden is in their hands,” Zhongli Wu rasped, his hoarse voice echoing off the cold stone walls. “And they actually intend to execute her in front of the entire world. What in the world are those lunatics from the Body Sect thinking?”

Ye Xishui slowly raised her hand. Her pale finger tapped lightly against the obsidian tabletop. The rhythmic sound was eerily calm, yet it induced a heart-palpitating dread in anyone who heard it.

“It matters not what they intend to do. The Holy Maiden cannot be allowed to die,” Ye Xishui stated, her tone chillingly flat. “She is the absolute core of our holy cult’s future, the essential vessel required to cultivate that ultimate work. Since the Body Sect dares to put on such a grand theatrical display, we will gladly attend. We will show them who truly controls the shadows of this continent.”

She paused, the murderous intent rolling off her frame growing dense enough to warp the air.

“Transmit my orders. Mobilize every hidden operative within the borders of the Heavenly Soul Empire.” Ye Xishui’s voice remained steady, yet it carried an unquestionable, tyrannical authority. “When the execution ceremony commences in a month, we will tear through their defenses and reclaim the Holy Maiden. How fitting. Now that Mu En has finally crumbled to dust, the only two remaining Limit Douluos on this entire continent belong to our Holy Spirit Cult. It is time the world learns of our existence…”

Meanwhile, a heavy cloud of despair hung over Shrek Academy.

Inside the sacred Sea God Pavilion, Yan Shaozhe sat rigidly behind his desk. Stacks of intelligence reports, all desperately relayed back by Huo Yuhao, were scattered haphazardly across the wood.

Ever since the news of Ma Xiaotao’s impending public execution reached his ears, Yan Shaozhe hadn’t slept a wink. For three consecutive days and nights, his eyes had remained wide open, completely bloodshot.

The academy’s highest-ranking elders had convened meeting after meeting, arguing until their throats were raw, but the conclusion was always the same: they had no viable countermeasure.

They couldn’t publicly denounce the Heavenly Soul Imperial Family’s decree. Doing so would require them to present obvious proof that Ma Xiaotao wasn’t in the empire’s custody—a blatant lie, considering she was locked in their deepest dungeon.

If they mobilized their forces to violently extract her, they would be stepping directly into the Body Sect’s waiting trap, instantly igniting a full-scale war that Shrek could ill afford.

A hesitant knock echoed through the quiet office.

An Outer Courtyard teacher, tasked with managing the intelligence network, slowly pushed the door open. His face was deathly pale, devoid of all color, and his hands trembled as he clutched a freshly unsealed urgent missive.

“Dean…” the teacher stammered, his voice cracking. “New intelligence just arrived from the imperial capital. The Heavenly Soul Imperial Family has officially finalized the execution roster and the venue security…. they have sent a formal invitation directly to Shrek Academy.”

Yan Shaozhe’s head snapped up. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the trembling man.

“An invitation?”

“Yes, Dean.” The teacher lowered his head, utterly terrified to meet Yan Shaozhe’s gaze. “They… they are formally requesting that representatives from Shrek Academy step onto the platform and personally execute the Evil Soul Master, Ma Xiaotao…”

Yan Shaozhe shot out of his chair.

In that split second, the sheer, unadulterated fury boiling within him shattered his control. His massive spirit power erupted outward like a hurricane. Every delicate ornament, porcelain vase, and glass fixture in the office exploded into fine dust under the crushing pressure.

His chest heaved violently. His entire body shook with a toxic mixture of rage, humiliation, and utter helplessness.

He had never imagined the opposition could be this viciously arrogant.

They captured their genius, paraded her crimes to the world, scheduled a public execution, and now… they wanted Shrek to wield the executioner’s blade themselves?!

This wasn’t just a slap to Shrek Academy’s face. This was forcing Shrek to grab their own hand and strike themselves in front of the entire continent.

Yan Shaozhe slowly turned his head to look out the window. The afternoon sunlight bathing the academy grounds was bright and warm, yet all he felt was a bone-chilling, paralyzing frost seeping into his marrow. He knew, with absolute, terrifying certainty, that from this moment onward, the supreme prestige Shrek Academy had hoarded for a hundred years was being violently ripped away, piece by bloody piece.