You had to know, Zhongli Wu had paid dearly to get his hands on you.
Earlier, just to bring you back from Ming Capital, he had even sent two Titled Douluo elders to lie in wait.
And what had come of it? The buns had gone to feed the dogs—never to return!
Not only had they failed to capture you, but they had also lost two powerful fighters.
Whenever Zhongli Wu thought of those two fallen Titled Douluo, his heart bled. They had been pillars of the Holy Spirit Cult!
But now...
Looking at you standing there calmly, Zhongli Wu felt the gloom in his heart vanish.
It was worth it!
Forget two Titled Douluo—even if ten had died, getting you to join would still have been an incredible bargain!
Ordinary Titled Douluo were common enough, but a monster who controlled time and had the potential to become a god appeared only once in ten thousand years!
"Uncle Long, thank you for all your effort this time."
Zhongli Wu rarely bowed to Long Xiaoyao. Then he turned to you, fixing you with a hard stare as a sinister smile spread across his lips.
"Boy, welcome to the Holy Spirit Cult. Here, you'll learn that so-called righteous rules are all bullshit. Only power is eternal truth!"
Zhongli Wu and Long Xiaoyao exchanged a glance, then turned their attention to you.
You stood in the middle of the great hall, composed, as if you weren't in a den of danger but inspecting your own garden.
"If you want me to become the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Son, you'll have to show me some sincerity, won't you?"
A playful smile touched your lips, your tone arrogant.
"Show me everything you've got. If you can't even impress me, there's no reason for me to stay in this cult."
"Good! Bold! I like it!"
Zhongli Wu laughed instead of getting angry. As the future successor of the Holy Spirit Cult, he would have looked down on you if you'd acted timidly.
He swept a hand through the air and immediately ordered the entire cult to assemble its high-ranking fighters.
As one black command token after another was sent out, the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters erupted into activity.
In just half an hour, the great hall was packed with powerful figures.
Even the Supreme Cult Master, "Death God" Ye Xishui, who had spent years in seclusion, was roused by the commotion and emerged from her closed-door cultivation!
Looking at the extravagant lineup before you, you couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
So this was the Holy Spirit Cult's true strength...
Of the three Limit Douluo alive in the world, two were here: Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui. There were also more than ten Evil Soul Masters at the Titled Douluo level!
This force was powerful enough to sweep across any empire on the continent!
"Well? Holy Son, are you satisfied?"
Zhongli Wu looked smug, as if he could already see you bowing down before him.
But he was wrong.
You weren't pleased because of their strength. You were pleased because everyone had finally gathered, saving you the trouble of hunting them down one by one!
"Very good. Everyone's here."
You nodded, the smile on your face growing cold and strange.
"Since everyone's here, then... welcome into the trap!"
BOOM—!
Before the words had even left your mouth, light blazed beneath your feet!
Zhongli Wu's expression changed in alarm. Before the Evil Soul Masters could react, a stream of gray air erupted from between your brows!
"With the sun and moon in my hands, I pluck the stars from the sky. None in this world can compare to me!"
An old, imposing chant rang through the great hall.
A tall figure in gray robes suddenly appeared, radiating a sacred aura that could purify every stain in the world!
Electrolux, the Scourge of the Undead, had arrived!
"Undead Demi-plane, open!"
At your thunderous shout, gray light instantly swallowed the entire great hall.
Space twisted. The world spun!
When Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao came to their senses, they found themselves inside a gray, lifeless world!
"Not good! We've been tricked! Attack!"
As Limit Douluo, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao reacted with incredible speed. The sense of death rising from the depths of their souls forced them to unleash their strongest attacks at once!
But it was too late.
Here, Electrolux was a god! He was the ruler!
"A pack of ants who toy with souls dares to flaunt yourselves before me?"
Electrolux merely swept his gaze across them and lightly pointed a finger.
"Purify."
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no desperate struggle.
Just a single thought.
Except for Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui, the two Limit Douluo still struggling to hold on, every other Titled Douluo, elder, and honored elder of the Holy Spirit Cult...
In that instant, before they could even scream, their bodies and souls dissolved like snow beneath the sun, vanishing into ash!
A century of the Holy Spirit Cult's accumulated strength—wiped out with a single gesture...
Only the doomed lovers remained, trembling in the gray storm, their eyes wide with disbelieving terror.
"Divine... divine-level power?!"
Long Xiaoyao's face, weathered by a century of life, was now filled with utter horror.
He stared at the gray figure hovering behind you—Electrolux—and felt his soul tremble.
That aura stood above even the Limit Douluo. It belonged to a true god!
What chilled him even more was that the Holy Spirit Cult elders and honored elders who had been killed were now staggering back to their feet.
Their eyes were empty, strange soul flames burning within them. Like loyal guards, they took their places around you.
The Scourge of the Undead! One man, an army!
At the sight, Long Xiaoyao's heart sank to the bottom.
It was over. Completely over.
"I don't believe it! I'll drag you all down with me!"
A piercing shriek tore through the air.
Death Douluo Ye Xishui had completely lost her mind.
Her eyes bloodshot, she raised a small tower in her hand, radiating an aura of destruction: the Level 10 Soul Tool, Death God Tower!
Terrifying Death God's Light began to gather. She intended to detonate the Death God Tower and turn everything within a hundred miles into a land of death!
"Playing with death in front of me? You're only showing off your ignorance."
You watched coldly, not even bothering to act.
Behind you, Electrolux gently raised his staff.
A sacred light that could purify every stain in the world instantly pierced through heaven and earth!
That one strike was powerful enough to kill any Limit Douluo!
"Xi Shui! Look out!"
At the last moment, an aged figure stepped in front of Ye Xishui.
PFFT—!
There was no suspense. The sacred light pierced Long Xiaoyao's chest, snuffing out his life along with it.
Even Ye Xishui's Bright Phoenix Martial Soul, with its power to bring her back to life, was useless against true divine power. Every struggle was futile.
Long Xiaoyao, the Dragon God Douluo, one of the era's Limit Douluo, had fallen!
"Xiaoyao!!"
Ye Xishui let out a heart-rending wail.
But your performance had only just begun.
"So this is what they call love? What a touching sacrifice."
A cruel smile tugged at your lips as you slowly walked to Long Xiaoyao's corpse.
"Too bad I don't believe in any of that. I only believe that the dead are the most loyal."
You raised a hand and unleashed your necromancy!
Gray air instantly enveloped Long Xiaoyao's corpse. A moment later, the eyes that had gone dim lit up again, but now they held only the cold flames of a soul.
"Go. Kill her."
You issued the command.
"Roar—!"
Long Xiaoyao, now reduced to a puppet, didn't hesitate. He turned to face the woman he had spent his life protecting.
A black dragon's claw shot out with a shrill whistle, aimed straight at Ye Xishui's heart!
Looking at that familiar face, at those eyes that held no love anymore, only slaughter, Ye Xishui completely broke down.
The Death God Tower slipped from her hands.
She neither dodged nor defended herself. She just stood there, dazed, and let that hand pierce her chest.
Squelch!
Blood sprayed, staining her white robes red.
Feeling the agony of her heart being shattered, Ye Xishui instead managed a bitter smile of relief.
"To die by your hand... isn't so bad..."
Even if you were no longer yourself.
Death Douluo Ye Xishui, confirmed dead!
There were no last words, no miracle. The dark ruler who had once brought the continent endless terror had drawn her last breath.
As her body fell to the ground, the balance of power on the continent changed in an instant.
Of the three Limit Douluo alive in the world, only one remained!
The age of three powers standing at the summit had shattered.