Destroying Evil Soul Masters 1

Holy Cult Headquarters, Cult Master's Hall

Zhongli Wu had been feeling uneasy lately, as if some great crisis was about to descend.

Space flickered, and the First Elder, Demon Infant Douluo, appeared in the hall.

"Cult Master, our cooperation with Xu Tianxiong has been finalized."

"Mm. Go. Don't disappoint me."

Once he was the only one left in the hall, he let out a cold snort.

"Damn it! If you made me Cult Master, why do you still interfere with my decisions?!"

Zhongli Wu had originally planned to haggle with Xu Tianxiong further and secure more benefits for the Holy Cult. But what happened?

A single order from the Supreme forced him to accept Xu Tianxiong's current terms and immediately dispatch Title Douluo to assist him.

"Do you even have any respect for me?!" Zhongli Wu nearly roared as he coldly stared toward the mountain where the Supreme Cult Master was in seclusion.

"And that bitch! Yan Shaozhe's castoff became my wife, yet she still refuses to share a bed with me!"

"Even worse, that bitch has gotten close to the Supreme and has him speak for her! Am I even your son?!"

Zhongli Wu wished he could rush into Feng Ling's room and tear apart every shred of her pride right now!

Yet he ultimately held back. All these years, this was how he had endured.

But he was not made of clay either. He had long harbored an evil plan: one day, he would attack Shrek before Yan Shaozhe's very eyes...

Perhaps this was Zhongli Wu's only motivation. He had a feeling that, if all went smoothly, he could use this chance to step into the realm of Limit Douluo!

Being unable to share a bed with that bitch for decades had already become the Inner Demon standing before his breakthrough.

If anyone had it worse than him, it could only be Huo Yuhao from the original work.

By the time of Legend of the God Realm, hundreds or even thousands of years had already passed in the lower realm, yet Huo Yuhao, the Emotion God, still could not get any and had to rely on fawning over Goddess Tang for the right to be intimate.

After venting his frustration.

Zhongli Wu eventually arrived at a place filled with birdsong and blooming flowers. A white-haired woman sat at its center. She possessed a seductive temperament and snow-white skin, and still looked charming despite being a virgin.

His burning gaze fixed firmly on Feng Ling. Zhongli Wu restrained the primal desire surging through his body and stopped before her, leaving exactly one meter between them.

He greedily and lecherously inhaled the scent of his wife, receiving only a disgusted expression in return.

"You may go to the Taiyue Empire with the First Elder, but Shrek is out of the question!"

Feng Ling's delicate body trembled slightly, but she eventually agreed. After glaring hatefully at Zhongli Wu, she left on her own.

His eyes brazenly swept over Feng Ling's departing figure. "You'd better remember the condition you agreed to! When you return this time, the distance between us will be reduced to half a meter!"

Naturally, the Vice Cult Master, already far away but a level 97 Super Douluo, heard those words. Unable to endure it any longer, she pointed one delicate finger toward where Zhongli Wu stood.

Dark flames appeared out of thin air in the garden where they had just been. Zhongli Wu remained motionless, watching those flowers burn into ashes beneath the evil flames without reacting at all.

There was only endless disappointment in his heart. Even your favorite garden—just because you stayed with me there for a little while, you had to burn it down?

Those evil flames naturally could not harm Zhongli Wu, who was already level 98, but Feng Ling's actions dealt a heavy blow to his heart, making the bottleneck before his limit even thicker.

"Just wait. Once the Holy Cult destroys Shrek in the future and Yan Shaozhe falls into my hands, I'll make you kneel and beg me. I'll let Yan Shaozhe have a good look at how wanton you are before me!"

Of course, if he had known that Yan Shaozhe was Ye Xishui's son, he might not have thought that way. Perhaps this was also why the Supreme had always protected Feng Ling and prevented him from touching her.

Holy Cult Perimeter

The Eighth Elder sat cross-legged in a concealed location, resting with his eyes closed.

This year, it was his and the Seventh Elder's turn to patrol the Holy Cult's perimeter.

But they could not possibly obey Zhongli Wu in everything. A useless man who could not even touch his own wife had no right to demand so much. It was already good enough that they were guarding the place for him.

He and the Seventh Elder, Mask Douluo, had long agreed to meet once every other day and exchange perimeter patrol duties.

Both were level 91 Title Douluo. Though they did not fear exhaustion, they were Evil Soul Masters after all, and their temperaments were naturally eccentric. One person was enough to patrol the Holy Cult's perimeter properly, while the other only needed to rest or cultivate.

Today happened to be the Eighth Elder's day off. Frankly, a few Soul Douluo would have been enough to provide warning at the perimeter. Sending Title Douluo here was simply a waste of talent.

However, he and the Seventh Elder belonged to Vice Cult Master Feng Ling's faction. Though they were the weakest two among the eight elders, their authority was still there.

Zhongli Wu had not initially wanted to make things difficult for the two of them. After all, they were Title Douluo.

But once, when he had secretly gone to take clothes Feng Ling no longer wanted, he discovered the two of them mocking him as they passed by.

"What Holy Cult Master? In this old man's eyes, he's just a cuckold, hahaha!" the Eighth Elder laughed wantonly.

The Seventh Elder joined in as well. "Old Eighth, it's fine to say that in private, but don't let that weakling hear you. The Vice Cult Master said that guy is a petty villain who loves revenge."

After hearing that, the Eighth Elder cautiously looked around. Unfortunately, he failed to notice the Cult Master standing nearby with a face already livid with rage. Afterward, the two of them were happily assigned the positions of gatekeepers at the Holy Cult's perimeter.

Night came swiftly.

The Eighth Elder hummed a little tune as he arrived at the Seventh Elder's resting place.

"Old Seventh, the Vice Cult Master told me before she left that once she returns, we'll be able to go enjoy ourselves in the Sun Moon Empire. We won't need to stay in this dump and serve as gatekeepers for Zhongli Wu."

"Really? Then congratulations. Unfortunately, you won't live to enjoy it!"

An unfamiliar voice rang out.

"Who is it?!" Realizing that this was not the Seventh Elder's voice, the Eighth Elder hurriedly released his martial soul.

Nine pitch-black soul rings rose into the air.

The Eighth Elder, Nightmare Douluo, intended to stall for time before finding a chance to send out a signal.

"Heh, such a simple trick as stalling for time. As expected of someone close to the Seventh Elder."

Xiao He's voice seemed to come from every direction.

Yet the Eighth Elder could not find him. He could only force himself to remain calm and say:

"Sir, please do not joke with this old man. As long as you spare the Seventh Elder, this old man can plead with the Supreme of our Holy Cult to spare you this time."

"Perhaps you do not know that the Supreme of our cult is a Limit Douluo!"

At that, the Eighth Elder confidently closed his eyes, though the special nature of his martial soul still allowed him to see the outside world.

While speaking just now, he had secretly pressed a signal Soul Tool. Once reinforcements arrived, this person would either join their Holy Cult or become blood food for their advancement!

"The signal you tried to send out just now came from that Soul Tool, didn't it? Unfortunately, this is a separate space. Without my permission, not even a mosquito can leave!"

Xiao He's figure finally appeared before the Eighth Elder as he answered domineeringly!