You're Too Weak to Deserve Having Me Join You

"Good afternoon! Not everyone's here yet, huh?"

Su Tianxuan withdrew his domain and casually greeted the members of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The Demon Empress hadn't come, so there was nothing much to worry about.

There were only two quasi-gods and a bunch of Super Douluo. Winning wouldn't be easy, but with him there, they certainly wouldn't lose.

As it happened, the system had suggested fighting Evil Soul Masters as an activity for the two angels, so they might as well do it while they were here.

"Heh, impressive methods, Time Douluo."

The Ghost Emperor's face darkened as he spoke.

They had come out in full force this time solely to take advantage of Su Tianxuan and the others being far from the continent and unable to return immediately, striking like lightning to capture or kill the Divine Blacksmith.

Su Tianxuan had been right before. Now that the side effects of Heavenly Refinement had been resolved, Zhen Hua was the greatest threat to Evil Soul Masters—and, of course, the most tempting target.

They wanted Four-Word Battle Armor too!

So, after learning that Su Tianxuan and the other two had gone off to fight in the Western Sea again, the Holy Spirit Cult had immediately mobilized all its forces and activated all its moles, luring Zhen Hua out of Heaven Dou City while drawing Mingdu's top fighters away.

Everything was ready; all they needed was the east wind.

But who could have imagined that bastard Su Tianxuan would return so quickly?!

With the elusive Time Douluo around, forget the east wind—he wouldn't even leave them the northwest wind to drink!

The Ghost Emperor glanced around and saw no sign of Zhen Hua. He knew the man must already be safely hidden, and that their trip was doomed to be fruitless.

But simply running away like this wouldn't do either.

For today's plan, they had not only used up most of the cult's accumulated resources, but also exposed a whole bunch of moles.

If they went home empty-handed, wouldn't they have suffered a disastrous loss?

If they had to leave, they would kill some people first!

The Ghost Emperor and the others were like gamblers who had staked their entire fortunes. With no way out, they could only try to recoup some of their losses through a round of killing and looting.

"Let's do it."

The Underworld Emperor, Ha Luosa, snorted coldly and stepped forward with his sword, taking the lead in unleashing his domain. Twelve gates of light opened, and Death Knights clad in heavy armor emerged.

There was no use talking. Time was never on their side.

The Ghost Emperor and the others followed close behind, wailing souls transforming into ghastly green skulls that rushed toward the surrounding buildings.

They had no intention of getting entangled with their opponents. They would simply slaughter people.

Those who could live in the capital were no ordinary people, and the quality of their souls and lives was higher too.

But how could Su Tianxuan let them have their way?

His long saber slashed through empty air, sending invisible waves surging forth. His illusory domain unfolded once more, blocking the Ghost Emperor and the Underworld Emperor.

"Take your pick. One for you, one for me."

He spoke to Yu Guanzhi.

Yu Guanzhi opened his mouth, itching to curse. He was only a demigod; what made him worthy of a man-to-man fight against a quasi-god?

But there was no helping it. They were the only two Limit Douluo here, and it would take time to bring the army over. Even if he wasn't strong enough, he could only grit his teeth and fight.

As a Limit Douluo, he couldn't very well be the first to run away.

A white Divine Brush appeared. With a wave of it, he sketched out a gigantic Fire Phoenix that flew straight at Ha Luosa.

Although the Underworld Emperor was a little stronger than the Ghost Emperor, the Ghost Emperor's abilities leaned toward the spiritual and curses, making him a perfect counter to Yu Guanzhi's Void Creation ability.

Su Tianxuan advanced with his saber trailing behind him, his figure flickering as he sealed off all the Ghost Emperor's escape routes.

Behind him, an endlessly flowing river, containing every future and past, quietly appeared and surrounded the four of them.

The river spread, dragging the Death Knights and the wailing souls into its depths.

White bones rotted, and souls dissipated.

That single move suppressed the Evil Soul Masters' most troublesome undead army.

Within the wondrous Eternal Ages, even death would fade away.

Such was the mighty power of time.

The long river of time flowed ceaselessly. After engulfing the undead, it did not stop, but continued surging toward Ha Luosa.

Su Tianxuan had never actually intended to make Yu Guanzhi fight a quasi-god alone. He had brought him over purely to help shoulder some of the pressure.

If all he had to do was fight two quasi-gods, he could manage it alone. But if he did, they could forget about keeping Mingdu. If three quasi-gods clashed, the shock waves alone could shatter the entire city.

Seeing that Su Tianxuan hadn't truly abandoned him, Yu Guanzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His Four-Word Battle Armor covered him, and the presence of the Soul Beast conjured by his brush surged. Roaring, it attacked Ha Luosa.

Wary of the river of time, Ha Luosa had no choice but to recall most of his undead. That left him surrounded by Void Creatures.

It was the first time this Pluto Douluo, who had always held the advantage in "numbers," had experienced being ganged up on.

As the four Limit Douluo began fighting, the other Soul Masters immediately sprang into action as well.

The Evil Soul Masters avoided the river of time and rushed toward places crowded with civilians.

A gigantic silver vortex opened, swallowing up all the Soul Tools and rare metals scattered around it.

It was the Holy Spirit Cult's divine artifact, the Spacetime Shuttle!

All manner of Evil Martial Souls appeared as the Evil Soul Masters prepared to harvest lives.

But the helpers Su Tianxuan had brought over were no pushovers. The four Super Douluo present summoned their Battle Armor and joined forces to stop the Holy Spirit Cult's Four Heavenly Kings.

Although their cultivation was considerably weaker than their opponents', their sets of perfect Four-Word Battle Armor barely made up the difference!

The other experts also found their own opponents at once.

In that brief instant, the clash between dozens of top experts destroyed a vast stretch of buildings around the Blacksmith Association.

Even though the Federation's experts deliberately tried to protect them, their hearts were willing but their strength fell short. The Evil Soul Masters cared nothing for such things.

Countless ordinary people who hadn't escaped in time were buried in the blink of an eye.

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted at the sight.

How could there be so many Fallen Soul Masters!

What is Spirit Hall doing... It's already gone.

Then what about Slaughter City? What about the other sects and empires?

What are you all doing!

Twenty thousand years in the past, Qian Daoliu felt the same bewilderment and fury.

Ye Guyi, standing nearby, was much calmer. Her Angel Martial Soul enveloped her, and she went forward alone, wielding her Holy Sword to strike at an Evil Soul Master who was killing people.

The helpers Su Tianxuan had hastily brought over were only enough to deal with the Titled-level Evil Soul Masters.

But the Holy Spirit Cult had come out in full force this time, and its remaining underlings far outnumbered the Soul Masters who had already been there.

Not to mention that most of them were blacksmiths, who were no good at fighting.

That Evil Soul Master smiled disdainfully.

Seven black Soul Rings rose around him.

A gigantic hand of blood formed and instantly knocked Ye Guyi's Holy Sword flying.

A Soul Saint.

That Evil Soul Master was a Soul Saint!

A Soul Saint with seven Ten Thousand Year Soul Rings, no less.

At the sight, Yu Xiaogang once again cried until he fainted in the cesspit.

Ye Guyi showed no fear. Her eyes resolute, she charged again.

Only then did Qian Renxue come to her senses. She hurriedly put aside her tangled thoughts, likewise enveloped herself in her Angel Martial Soul, and took a Holy Sword in hand to strike at the Evil Soul Master Soul Saint.

He was a little surprised that there were actually two Soul Masters with Angel Martial Souls here, but he didn't pay them much attention.

Although Angel Martial Souls countered Evil Soul Masters, the advantage was only two or three times greater. For two Soul Kings to try to fight a Soul Saint was still wishful thinking.

The blood hand closed, ready to block them in the same way.

But golden light flashed, and the moment the blood hand touched Qian Renxue's Holy Sword, it melted away like butter.

How is that possible!

The Evil Soul Master Soul Saint turned pale with shock. Before he could figure out what had happened, the Holy Sword was already at his throat.

One stroke, and his head came off.

Qian Renxue was somewhat puzzled.

Are Fallen Soul Masters nowadays all this bold? He actually dared to take a strike from me head-on when my advantage over him was more than tenfold.

She didn't dwell on it. She cast out sacred light and went with Ye Guyi to save people.

Seeing the two angels begin to dominate the fight, Su Tianxuan withdrew some of his attention from them.

Compared to twenty thousand years ago, today's Evil Soul Masters killed more people, and their Martial Souls were more evil, making the Angel Martial Soul's advantage over them even more pronounced.

Those degenerate angels from the Yue Family could beat Evil Soul Masters until they cried for their fathers. A complete angel like Qian Renxue was simply their ancestor.

Killing someone above her level in an instant wasn't impossible.

Facing him, the Ghost Emperor noticed that his opponent seemed distracted and hadn't even put on his Battle Armor, looking as though he had no intention of using his full strength. He couldn't help feeling pleased.

He stepped back, blocking the saber lights flying at him from every direction, and whispered with a hint of temptation:

"Time Douluo, do you know why the Underworld Emperor joined our Holy Cult?"

Compared to the other Limit Douluo burdened with families, Su Tianxuan, a man all on his own, would surely be easier to recruit.

If they could bring him over too, forget the Divine Blacksmith—the whole of Mingdu would be theirs.

"I know. Doesn't he just want to turn the false into the true and become a god?"

Su Tianxuan answered casually.

He swung the Time Blade in his hand at random, unconcerned whether anyone was there. Sooner or later, someone would be there to get cut in the future anyway.

The Ghost Emperor's expression froze at those words.

How had their Holy Spirit Cult's grand ambition been exposed just like that?

While he was distracted, a saber light from the past suddenly flashed beneath him.

The Ghost Emperor's crotch tightened, and his vision went black. A strand of white hair suddenly appeared at his temple.

Several hours of his time had been stolen.

This was the most infuriating thing about fighting Su Tianxuan: every strike cut into your lifespan. Someone with a shorter life could die of old age on the spot.

Watery saber light attacked again. The Ghost Emperor hurriedly summoned vengeful souls to block it with all his might. At the same time, he cried out:

"Time Douluo! In that case, why not join us? Our Holy Cult can help you become a god too!"

"You're too weak. You can't become gods, that's all. What other reason could there be?"

Su Tianxuan's face was full of contempt.

The Ghost Emperor's words could only fool the brainless.

Whether judging from the original story or from his own spying over the past few years, the Holy Spirit Cult's Blood River God-Slaying Array had no possibility of producing a complete True God.

The Abyssal Sage King's backdoor, the Douluo Continent's contingency, and the fact that simply piling up energy couldn't touch Divine-Level Laws...

Rather than count on them to solve those problems, he might as well risk merging into the river of time.

"Time Douluo, don't speak too soon. How could an ignorant man like you understand our Holy Cult's world-shaking wisdom!"

The Ghost Emperor retorted arrogantly.

In his view, this Time Douluo was nothing special: far too ignorant and far too incompetent.

He dared to look down on their Holy Spirit Cult.

Who would have thought Su Tianxuan would shatter his composure with a single sentence:

"Oh, give it a rest. What is there about your Holy Spirit Cult that I don't know? I've even been in your Demon Empress's room. It reeked of fish."

He wasn't talking nonsense by relying on his advantage as a transmigrator; he really had wandered around the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters several times.

Thanks to the Time Blade's special properties, the Demon Empress, whose mental state was poor, had never noticed him.

"You!"

The Ghost Emperor nearly choked.

Even within the Holy Spirit Cult, few people knew the secret that the Demon Empress was the Deep Sea Demonic Whale King. What did the Time Douluo mean by deliberately mentioning the smell of fish?!

In his panic, three more saber strikes hit him.

Just like that, a day of his time was stolen.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Seeing the slight change in the Underworld Emperor's expression, the Ghost Emperor could only hurry to deny it, his attacks growing increasingly vicious.

If he let this fellow keep talking, the Holy Spirit Cult, which had not a shred of faith or loyalty, would fall apart!