The Holy Spirit Cult's Terror, Zhongli Wu's Killing Intent

The Demonic Forest, above the underground headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult.

The faces of the Holy Spirit Cult members were all very grim.

Their Holy Spirit Cult would be destroyed in the future, with only a few remnants escaping!

Impossible!

This was absolutely impossible!

Though they said this, in truth, many members of the Holy Spirit Cult were gripped by panic.

Across the entire continent, when it came to a sense of belonging to one's own faction, the Holy Spirit Cult ranked high.

There was no helping it—who could blame them when no other force in the world could tolerate Evil Soul Masters?

Even the Sun Moon Empire, which had formed a partnership with the Holy Spirit Cult, was no exception.

These two factions were merely using each other.

In the Original Work, Xu Tianran not only turned against the Holy Spirit Cult in the later stages but also set traps that led to the deaths of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao.

It was no exaggeration to say that once the Holy Spirit Cult was destroyed, their group of Evil Soul Masters would once again become hunted rats.

The high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult wore expressions of extreme gravity.

Especially the Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu.

From the very beginning, he had held a skeptical attitude toward the information in the Sky Curtain.

After all, that series of evaluations seemed far too outrageous no matter how you looked at it.

But upon seeing the words "the Sun Moon Empire, which had formed a partnership with the Holy Spirit Cult," he began to believe somewhat.

The Holy Spirit Cult had formed a cooperative alliance with the Sun Moon Empire!

As of now, only he and the current emperor of the Sun Moon Empire knew about this.

Zhongli Wu went without saying, and that Sun Moon Emperor would never be foolish enough to expose such a thing.

If news of cooperating with an organization of Evil Soul Masters like the Holy Spirit Cult suddenly spread, one could imagine what would happen within the Sun Moon Empire.

Earlier, the Old Emperor who had successfully seized power in the Sun Moon Empire had maintained a rather ambiguous attitude toward the Holy Spirit Cult.

Outwardly, he acted as if he didn't know them, but internally, he quietly extended goodwill.

Something that should have been impossible for anyone to know had been exposed by the Sky Curtain.

Zhongli Wu's deep purple pupils flickered slightly.

"Cult Master?" Scorpion Tiger Douluo's voice trembled slightly.

Many other high-ranking members also turned their gazes toward Zhongli Wu.

Aside from a few who were truly insane and not in their right minds, everyone else showed fear in their expressions.

Were they really a match for that person in the sky?

Maybe they should just disband the Holy Spirit Cult now—at least there would be a sliver of hope.

These thoughts, of course, they dared not speak aloud, or death would await them.

Zhongli Wu, the current Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, though not the type to kill indiscriminately, was cold and ruthless in his actions, stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.

If anyone tried to shake morale at a time like this, Zhongli Wu would strike without hesitation.

He would kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.

"Hmph!"

Zhongli Wu let out a cold snort, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. "He may be powerful in the future, but that doesn't mean he's the same now!"

Hearing this, the others present brightened, killing intent surfacing on their faces.

Evil Soul Masters had always been lawless beings!

It was just that the unbelievable evaluations from the Sky Curtain had made them lose their will to resist.

But as Zhongli Wu said, the future was only the future. As long as they made certain changes now, the future would also change.

It wasn't as if that future version of him could cross the river of time and come back to the past!

A genius who hadn't yet grown—what difference was there between him and an ant in the eyes of a true expert?

"Investigate!"

"Spare no effort in investigating!"

"Whether it's the Star Luo Empire or Shrek Academy, leave no stone unturned!"

"Whether for the Holy Spirit Cult or for ourselves, we must nip him in the bud!"

Zhongli Wu swept his gaze across everyone present and gave the order in a sinister tone.

Since you're going to destroy my Holy Spirit Cult in the future, then even if I have to sacrifice the entire cult, I'll kill you first!

As a ruthless man who had secured his position as Cult Master of the Holy Spirit Cult, subdued all the Evil Soul Masters, and seized power from his own mother, Zhongli Wu had never lacked the mentality of going down fighting.

"Ming Lei."

Zhongli Wu turned to look at a black-robed person not far away: "Go tell the Old Emperor that our Holy Spirit Cult will crush him in the cradle."

"Understood."

Lightning power flickered around Ming Lei Douluo, but that lightning power carried not a trace of masculine vigor—instead, it was tinged with a chilling, sinister cold.

The next moment, he transformed into a bolt of lightning and shot into the sky.

"Cult Master, will the Old Emperor lend us his aid?" Heaven Centipede Douluo asked, his brow tightly furrowed.

"He's a clever man. He knows what choice serves the Sun Moon Empire best." A cold smirk curled across Zhongli Wu's face as his voice drifted out, low and ominous.

Meanwhile, the Sky Curtain continued to play.

"Imperial We graciously offered them a path to survival, yet they betrayed Imperial We, betrayed all of humanity, and became dogs to those Gods!"

In the image, Gu Tian looked down upon the assembled ministers below, his voice cold and commanding: "What say you, Long Xiaoyao?"

"Your Majesty, this minister will give Your Majesty an answer." A tall elder with silver hair combed immaculately smooth and a face as ruddy as a baby's let out a faint sigh.

"Long Xiaoyao, you know full well why Imperial We spared the Holy Spirit Cult, that blight, back then?" Gu Tian glanced at Long Xiaoyao, his expression unreadable. "For the sake of your many contributions to Imperial We's Star Luo, Imperial We can grant you one more chance. Ye Xishui may live, but Zhongli Wu must die."

"This minister obeys the decree." A flash of joy crossed Long Xiaoyao's face.

As the Sky Curtain clearly displayed that silver-haired elder and the two men's exchange, countless reclusive old monsters widened their eyes in shock.

"That's the long-vanished Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao—the Black Dragon of the Black and White Twin Dragon Saints who once dominated the entire continent."

"To think he's still alive!"

"Why would Senior Dragon Emperor join the Holy Spirit Cult!"

"And who is Ye Xishui, to make the Dragon Emperor Douluo care so deeply?"

A Rank 99 Limit Douluo, the Black Dragon of the "Black and White Twin Dragon Saints"—

Even now, his legend likely still echoed across the continent, with countless Soul Masters revering him as a godlike being.

Yet this man shared deep ties with the Holy Spirit Cult.

If people learned that Long Xiaoyao had once been the Holy Spirit Cult's chief patron, they would be utterly dumbfounded.

Above the Golden Ancient Wood at Shrek Academy.

"I knew you weren't dead!" Mu En's murky eyes glimmered with light as he gazed at the familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar elder on the Sky Curtain.

He and Long Xiaoyao were bosom friends who held nothing back from each other, even able to unleash a Martial Soul Fusion Skill through the mutual attraction of their Dragon Clan Bloodlines.

But an accident had driven them apart, and a century had passed without seeing each other.

"I never imagined you'd walk that road of no return." For the first time, Mu En's calm, rippleless voice carried an unmistakable note of lament: "Ye Xishui! Why must it come to this!"

This Dragon God Douluo, who had lived for centuries, combined his understanding of Long Xiaoyao with what he saw, and a rough guess had already taken shape in his mind.