The fall of the Heavenly Kings, the Ghost Emperor's demise

"So my friends, Chen Ge, and I are supposed to thank you, senior?"

Tang Wulin swung the Golden Dragon Spear, and the shriveled corpse impaled on its shaft instantly turned to ash, vanishing from the Blue Silver Continent.

For once, Leng Yulai was willing to say a little more. After all, this concerned someone she knew. "I wouldn't dare ask that little fellow to thank me now. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't make it back either. I still have things to do."

"Then there's nothing more to say."

Chen Ge had once said that none of the Holy Spirit Cult's people were any good. They were mostly beasts who slaughtered ordinary people. Once an Evil Soul Master, always an Evil Soul Master. They had no right to remorse!

"My, my, little Phoenix, it seems he doesn't want to talk to you." Na Nali began fanning the flames, always eager for more trouble. "Looks like you'd better..."

"Enough. Don't start fighting among ourselves. Whatever it is, discuss it later." Dark Hummingbird's voice echoed in everyone's ears, and Na Nali dropped her amused expression.

Although everyone in the Holy Spirit Cult pursued their own interests and had only come together for mutual benefit, leaving the cult under these circumstances would only get them killed faster. Gu Chen would leave no Evil Soul Master a way out. With the Federation now under his control, it had become a meat grinder for Evil Soul Masters, killing them on sight.

The Douluo of the future would no longer need Evil Soul Masters, nor should any exist there. Once he elevated the dimensions of the Void and Douluo, some things would naturally have to change.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

Leng Yulai had nothing more to say. She immediately activated her enhancement, and an enormous