The Three Great Limits, Two Are Already Dead! This World Might Not Be Unable to Bear the Surname Su!

[You should know, in order to get his hands on you, Zhongli Wu paid a heavy price.]

[Previously, to bring you back from the Ming Capital, he even went so far as to dispatch two Titled Douluo-level elders to lie in wait.]

[And the result? Like a meat bun thrown at a dog—gone without a trace!]

[Not only did they fail to capture you, but they also lost two major combat assets.]

[Every time he thought of those two fallen Titled Douluos, Zhongli Wu's heart bled; they were the pillars of the Holy Spirit Cult!]

[But now...]

[Looking at you, standing there with a calm expression, the gloom in Zhongli Wu's heart was swept away.]

[It was worth it!]

[Never mind losing two Titled Douluos, even if it were ten, as long as it could secure your allegiance, it would be a massive profit!]

[Ordinary Titled Douluos are common, but a monster who can control time and possesses the potential to become a god is something encountered once in ten thousand years!]

["Uncle Long, thank you for your hard work this time."]

[Zhongli Wu offered a rare bow to Long Xiaoyao, then turned his head to stare fixedly at you, his mouth splitting into a sinister grin.]

["Kid, welcome to the Holy Spirit Cult. Here, you will discover that the so-called rules of the righteous path are all bullsh*t; only power is the eternal truth!"]

[Zhongli Wu and Long Xiaoyao exchanged a glance, their gazes finally converging on you.]

[You stood in the center of the great hall, your expression composed, as if you weren't in a den of tigers and wolves, but rather strolling through your own backyard.]

["Since you want me to be the Holy Son of the Holy Spirit Cult, you should at least show me your sincerity, right?"]

[A playful curve tugged at the corner of your mouth, your tone arrogant.]

["Bring out all your foundations. If you can't even intimidate me, then this Holy Cult isn't worth staying in."]

["Good! Arrogant enough! I like it!"]

[Zhongli Wu laughed instead of getting angry. As the future successor of the Holy Cult, if you were timid and submissive, he would have looked down on you.]

[He waved his hand, immediately ordering the assembly of all high-level combatants within the cult.]

[Following the issuance of several pitch-black tokens, the entire headquarters of the Holy Spirit Cult instantly boiled over.]

[In just half an hour, the great hall was filled with experts.]

[Even the Supreme Cult Master who had been in seclusion for years—the "Death God" Ye Xishui—was stirred by the commotion and broke out of her retreat!]

[Looking at this luxurious lineup before you, you couldn't help but sigh inwardly.]

[This is the foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult...]

[Of the three Limit Douluos in the world today, they possess two of them (Long Xiaoyao, Ye Xishui). There are even more than ten Titled Douluo-level Evil Soul Masters!]

[This force is enough to sweep across any empire on the continent!]

["How is it? Holy Son, are you satisfied?"]

[Zhongli Wu looked proud, as if he had already seen the scene of you bowing in submission.]

[However, he was wrong.]

[What you were satisfied with wasn't their strength, but the fact that—everyone was finally here, saving you the trouble of finding them one by one!]

["Very good, everyone is here."]

[You nodded, the smile on your face gradually turning cold and eerie.]

["Since everyone is here, then... let's invite you into the urn!"]

[Boom—!]

[Before the words even faded, light erupted from beneath your feet!]

[Zhongli Wu was shocked, and before the other Evil Soul Masters could react, a gray current instantly surged from between your brows!]

["Holding the sun and moon in my hand, plucking the stars, there is no one in this world like me!"]

[An ancient and majestic chant echoed through the hall.]

[A tall figure in a gray robe, carrying a sacred aura that purified all filth in the world, descended abruptly!]

[Electrolux, the Scourge of the Undead, has arrived!]

["Undead Demi-plane, open!"]

[Following your violent shout, the gray light instantly swallowed the entire hall.]

[Space twisted, and the world spun!]

[When Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao regained their senses, they found that they were already in a gray, deathly world!]

["Not good! It's a trap! Attack quickly!"]

[As Limit Douluos, the reactions of Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao were extremely fast. The sense of mortal danger originating from the depths of their souls made them instantly unleash their strongest attacks!]

[However, it was too late.]

[Here, Electrolux is God! He is the master!]

["A group of ants playing with souls, and you dare to act presumptuously before me?"]

Electrolux merely swept his gaze around indifferently, his finger tapping lightly.

"Purify."

There were no earth-shattering explosions, nor any tragic, bitter fighting.

It was merely a thought.

Except for Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, the two Limit Douluos who were still struggling to hold on, all the other Holy Spirit Cult Title Douluos, elders, and venerables...

In that instant, before they could even let out a scream, their bodies and souls dissolved like melting snow, completely turning into dust!

The century-old foundation of the Holy Spirit Cult, wiped out... with a single finger!

Only that pair of star-crossed lovers remained, shivering in the gray storm, their eyes filled with incredulous terror.

"God... God-level combat power?!"

Long Xiaoyao's face, which had weathered a century of vicissitudes, was now written with absolute horror.

He looked at the gray figure (Electrolux) floating behind you, his soul trembling.

That was an aura that transcended the Limit Douluo, a true deity!

What made his spine chill even more was that the Holy Spirit Cult elders and venerables who had been killed moments ago were now swaying as they stood back up.

Their eyes were hollow, burning with eerie soul fire, standing guard by your side like loyal sentinels.

Scourge of the Undead! A one-man army!

Seeing this scene, Long Xiaoyao's heart sank to the bottom.

It was over, completely over.

"I don't believe it! I will drag you all down to the grave with me!"

A shrill, piercing scream tore through the sky.

Death Douluo Ye Xishui had completely lost her mind.

Her eyes were blood-red, and she held up a small tower emitting a destructive aura—the Level 10 Soul Tool, Death God Tower!

Terrifying light of the Death God began to condense; she intended to detonate the Death God Tower and turn this hundred-mile radius into a dead zone!

"Playing with death in front of me? You are showing off your meager skills before an expert."

You watched this scene coldly, not even bothering to move.

Behind you, Electrolux gently raised his staff.

A holy light, capable of purifying all filth in the world, instantly pierced through heaven and earth!

This strike was enough to instantly kill any Limit Douluo!

"Xishui! Look out!"

At the critical moment, an aged figure blocked the path in front of Ye Xishui.

Pfft—!

Without any suspense, the holy light pierced through Long Xiaoyao's chest, severing his vitality along with it.

Even though Ye Xishui possessed the resurrection ability of the Bright Phoenix martial soul, in the face of true divine power, all struggles were futile.

A generation of Limit Douluo, Dragon God Douluo Long Xiaoyao, had fallen!

"Xiaoyao!!"

Ye Xishui let out a heart-wrenching wail.

However, your performance had only just begun.

"Is this what you call love? What a moving sacrifice."

A cruel arc curled at the corner of your mouth as you slowly walked to Long Xiaoyao's corpse.

"Unfortunately, I don't believe in such things. I only believe that the dead are the most loyal."

You waved your hand, and necromancy was unleashed!

Gray currents instantly enveloped Long Xiaoyao's corpse, and in just a moment, those eyes that had dimmed lit up once more, though this time, they contained only cold soul fire.

"Go, kill her."

You issued the command.

"Roar—!"

Long Xiaoyao, now reduced to a puppet, did not hesitate; he turned and faced the woman he had protected his entire life.

His black dragon claws reached out, carrying a shrill whistling sound as they struck directly at Ye Xishui's heart!

Looking at that familiar face, looking at those eyes that no longer held love but only slaughter, Ye Xishui completely collapsed.

The Death God Tower slipped from her hand.

She did not dodge, nor did she defend; she simply stood there blankly, allowing that hand to pierce through her chest.

[Pfft!]

[Blood splattered, staining her white robes crimson.]

[Feeling the agonizing pain of her heart shattering, a miserable smile of relief instead appeared at the corners of Ye Xishui's mouth.]

["To die by your hands... is fine too..."]

[Even if you are no longer you.]

[Death Douluo, Ye Xishui, confirmed dead!]

[No final words, no miracles. This dark sovereign who once brought endless terror to the continent had completely ceased to exist.]

[As her corpse fell into the dust, the landscape of the continent was rewritten in an instant.]

[Of the three great Limit Douluo of the current age, only one now remains!]

[That golden era of a three-legged balance of power has been shattered.]