Long Xiaoyao Makes a Move, He Is Simply Born to Be an Evil Soul Master!

[Under your leadership, Sun Moon Royal Soul Engineer Academy crushed all opposition, ending Shrek Academy's ten-thousand-year unbeaten legend and claiming the Soul Fighting Tournament championship trophy!]

[At that moment, the entire Xingluo Square fell deathly silent, with only your cheers echoing around.]

[After clinching the title, you didn't linger for a second—not even staying for the victory banquet—packing up overnight and withdrawing from Xingluo City.]

[After all, this was the headquarters of the original Douluo Three Kingdoms.]

[You didn't just run wild on their home turf; right in front of the entire continent, you trampled their proud spiritual totem—Shrek Academy—underfoot and ground it in.]

[Those pairs of hateful eyes burned with the desire to swallow you alive.

If not for their fear of the ninth-level fixed soul tool shell in Jing Hongchen's hand that could detonate at any moment, you would've been drowned by the raging crowd long ago.]

[On the road back to Ming Capital, you casually tossed the several high-tier soulbones from the tournament prizes to your teammates.]

[To you now, anything short of a hundred-thousand-year product was trash—keeping it just took up space.]

[However, just as you neared the Star Luo Empire border, thinking safety was assured...]

[The sky suddenly darkened.]

[A suffocating wave of terrifying pressure instantly enveloped you all! Even the air seemed to solidify!]

[A black-robed man appeared out of thin air on the only path ahead.]

[He simply stood there quietly, like an insurmountable mountain severing heaven and earth.]

[Holy Spirit Cult Chief Enshrinement—Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao!]

[One of the only three Limit Douluo left in the world today!]

[Long Xiaoyao wasted no words, not even glancing at the on-guard Jing Hongchen.]

[He lifted his eyelids, his gaze piercing through layers of defenses to lock directly onto you.]

["Come with me, little one."]

[Tone flat, yet laced with unquestionable will.]

["Your talent has caught her eye. Ye Xishui sent me to take you back to Holy Spirit Cult, appoint you Holy Son, and cultivate you with full resources."]

[For you alone, this legendary Dark Sacred Dragon personally stepped in to block the road!]

"???"

In the real world, Su Chen stared at the scene on the simulator panel, completely dumbfounded.

His mind buzzed.

No way, bro?

Love brain kicking in already?

Su Chen immediately sank into deep contemplation.

Is this right? Is this reasonable?

Right in front of Mingde Hall Master Jing Hongchen, trying to kidnap Sun Moon Empire's rising star by force?

You're really not putting that ninth-level fixed soul tool shell in your eyes at all, huh?

You're really not putting Sun Moon Empire's Guardian Douluo Kong Deming in your eyes at all, huh?

Just 'cause Ye Xishui said once, "I want this kid," and you come scampering over like an eager kidnapper?

A mighty ninety-ninth-level Limit Douluo, living as an on-call high-end thug?

This bold, huh?

"No wonder back then Ye Xishui ultimately chose Long Xiaoyao over Mu En..."

Su Chen's mouth twitched as he couldn't help but snark.

"Mu En still cared about Shrek's reputation, but this Long Xiaoyao ditched all face for his goddess!"

Simp, simp, simping till the end...

And Long Xiaoyao this old coot actually simped his way to everything, huh??

[Hearing Long Xiaoyao's words, Jing Hongchen's face turned pitch black instantly.]

[Jing Hongchen clenched his fists tight, soul tool glows flickering faintly at his cuffs.]

[Did they really think Mingde Hall Master was a pushover?]

[However, when Long Xiaoyao's indifferent gaze swept over, Jing Hongchen sadly realized...]

[In front of a 99th-level Limit Douluo, he really was just a plate of greens—not even enough to pick his teeth.]

["Let's go, little one."]

[Long Xiaoyao couldn't be bothered with Jing Hongchen's fury.]

[With just a single glance from him, the surrounding space solidified instantly.]

[The next second, he was at your side, his withered palm gently slashing at the void.]

[Riiiip--!]

[The solid spatial barrier was torn apart by bare hands like fabric, revealing a pitch-black, deep void channel.]

[Before everyone's eyes, he grabbed your shoulder, stepped in, and vanished without a trace in an instant.]

[He left behind only a group of dumbfounded Mingde Hall soul masters and Jing Hongchen, who was trembling with rage.]

[Inside the spatial channel.]

[You were stunned at first.]

[Kidnapped by the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult? Going to that base camp full of lunatics and evil soul masters?]

[But then, you reacted.]

[Wait... Holy Spirit Cult? Evil soul masters?]

[Doesn't that mean... it's filled with walking "experience packs" and "soul nutrients" everywhere?]

[There's such a good thing?!]

[This isn't a kidnapping; this is clearly someone inviting you to an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet! And it's the highest-grade one at that!]

[You almost couldn't hold back your laughter, and your originally tense body instantly relaxed.]

[This scene, however, looked different in the eyes of Long Xiaoyao.]

[Watching your "unflappable" and "composed" demeanor, the look of admiration in Long Xiaoyao's eyes grew even more intense.]

["Not bad, calm in the face of danger, unflinching even if Mount Tai crumbles before you. You are a talent capable of great things."]

[Long Xiaoyao nodded, his tone carrying a touch of pride and temptation:]

["Little one, your talent is the best I have ever seen in my life. As long as you join the Holy Spirit Cult, I am willing to take you as my final disciple."]

["At that time, Xishui and I will personally teach you. With two Limit Douluo guiding you, within thirty years, you will surely reach the pinnacle and attain the rank of Limit Douluo!"]

[Two Limit Douluo as private tutors?]

[This kind of treatment is one of a kind across the entire continent.]

[You feigned being flattered on the surface, but inside, you were frantically calculating:]

[Since you are all so polite, then I won't be polite about taking the assets of the Holy Spirit Cult for myself...]

[The scene shifts.]

[The sight before your eyes has already changed drastically.]

[Long Xiaoyao did not give you much time to be sentimental. As a Limit Douluo, he took you through the torn space, and in just a few breaths, he crossed ten thousand miles and descended upon a gloomy land that never saw the light of day.]

[The headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult!]

[Inside the great hall, ghost fires flickered.]

[The moment you landed, a tall figure shrouded in a black robe turned around abruptly.]

[The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult—Zhongli Wu!]

[When he saw you standing safe and sound beside Long Xiaoyao, those gloomy eyes of his instantly erupted with two balls of eerie green light, as if a starving wolf had seen the most delicious flesh!]

["Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"]

[Zhongli Wu said the word "good" three times, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.]

[He circled around you several times, his gaze as if he were appraising a rare treasure.]

[This bone age, this soul power fluctuation, and that faint aura of the law of time exuding from you...]

[A masterpiece!]

[This is simply a perfect creation bestowed upon the Holy Spirit Cult by the heavens! A natural-born talent for an evil soul master!]