Soul-Destroying Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start, Section 42

"Uh-oh! Ziyuan, hold your breath! There's something wrong with this fragrance!"

Yang Wuhui's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly shouted a warning.

Hearing Yang Wuhui's warning, Yang Ziyuan quickly pinched his nose and mouth and held his breath.

But the incident had happened so suddenly that they had already inhaled quite a bit.

"Uh-oh, it's Soul-Sealing Incense!"

As its name suggested, Soul-Sealing Incense was an incense that could seal a Soul Master's Soul Power.

How long it lasted depended on the Soul Master's strength.

Even a Titled Douluo could be sealed for an hour!

But as far as he knew, this incense had been lost for a long time.

He never expected to come across it here today!

By then, Yang Wuhui had gone deathly pale. He could already tell that he couldn't use the Soul Power inside his body at all, as if it had been sealed.

His eyelids were growing heavier, too, and he looked as though he could pass out at any moment.

"What do we do? Are we really going to die here today?"

Yang Wuhui looked anxious.

He couldn't imagine that anyone with Soul-Sealing Incense would be hiding in such a remote place.

Yang Ziyuan, however, remained calm.

Still, he put on a weak-looking act.

After all, he wanted to see who was trying to kill them.

Before long, Yang Wuhui collapsed.

Seeing this, Yang Ziyuan followed his lead and fell down, too.

Just then, a shadow flickered outside the window. A man dressed in black robes and wearing a ghost mask entered.

Looking at the two men lying on the ground, the man's lips curled into a sinister grin. "Heh heh heh, I've caught two more big fish!"

With that, the black-robed man slung Yang Ziyuan and Yang Wuhui over his shoulders and dashed into the wilderness.

Before long, Yang Ziyuan realized they had arrived in a valley.

Two other black-robed men were there, along with several unconscious Soul Masters.

"Third Brother, where have you been? What took you so long?"

"Boss, you know how it is. Spirit Hall keeps sending more people to hunt us down, so I had to go farther away to catch some blood food."

"That's true! At this rate, it won't be long before we have to go lie low in Slaughter City."

Hearing the leader's words, Yang Ziyuan immediately realized that the three men were definitely Evil Soul Masters!

Who else would need blood food to cultivate? And who else would keep talking about going to Slaughter City?

"Boss, let's put Slaughter City aside for now. I've brought back something good today!"

"Oh? What is it?"

"A Titled Douluo's blood food!"

"A Titled Douluo?!"

"That's right!"

The moment Yang Ziyuan and Yang Wuhui entered the small city, the man had set his sights on them.

Thanks to his family's Soul-Sealing Incense, he had captured the two of them without a hitch.

If he hadn't been afraid of being discovered by Spirit Hall, he wouldn't have brought them back here!

By then, the other two had used a special method to confirm that Yang Wuhui was a Titled Douluo. They were overjoyed.

"Third Brother, you've done us a great service this time! Once we devour him, the three of us can dominate our corner of Slaughter City!"

"Is that so? You might not live long enough to get there!"

"Who? Who's speaking?"

The sudden voice startled the three black-robed men. They feared that someone from Spirit Hall had found them.

"Stop looking. I'm behind you."

Hearing that, the three black-robed men immediately turned around.

"Huh, it's you?! Weren't you hit by my Soul-Sealing Incense? How are you awake?"

After seeing Yang Ziyuan's face, Black-Robed Third Brother was astonished.

Yang Ziyuan's awakening left him puzzled.

He knew exactly how Soul-Sealing Incense worked. After all, even Yang Wuhui, a Titled Douluo, still hadn't woken up.

Yet this Soul Emperor brat had come around early. Could he have some kind of treasure on him?

At the thought, greed flashed in his eyes. He wanted to claim the treasure for himself.

"Third Brother, why waste your breath? Just kill a Soul Emperor brat like him. Besides, he'll make a perfect appetizer before we taste that Titled Douluo's blood food!"

Nearby, Black-Robed Second Brother narrowed his eyes, his expression bloodthirsty.

"Fine! Since Second Brother says so, I'll take this brat out first!"

With that, Black-Robed Third Brother wasted no more time.

"Fifth Soul Skill, Blood Vine Strangling!"

With a low growl from Black-Robed Third Brother, dozens of blood-red vines formed behind him.

They writhed as if alive, twisting like a mass of grotesque, contorted snakes before rushing toward Yang Ziyuan at astonishing speed!

"Hmph, a cheap trick!"

Facing the attacking vines, Yang Ziyuan snorted, his face full of disdain.

The next moment, black light flickered across his body, like a dazzling black opal.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Soul-Devouring Flame!"

As soon as he spoke, a wave of searing heat burst from within him.

Black flames surged out like an erupting volcano, instantly sweeping across the area.

The flames engulfed the vines, crackling as if they would burn the whole world to ashes.

In no time, the dozens of vines had been reduced to ashes.

Bathed in black flames, Yang Ziyuan looked like an invincible fire god of war, exuding endless authority and power.

Seeing how fearsome the flames were, Black-Robed Third Brother's expression shifted, and shock flashed in his eyes.

He had never seen such powerful flames. A trace of fear rose in his heart, but he quickly composed himself.

After all, he was a Soul Saint. How could he let some lowly Soul Emperor scare him?

With that, Hu San wasted no more time and activated his Seventh Soul Skill.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Blood Vine Avatar!"

"You fool! You're asking for death! Heh heh heh!"

Amid Hu San's strange laughter, a gigantic blood vine lunged at Yang Ziyuan, its tendrils thrashing wildly.

Yang Ziyuan didn't look the least bit afraid as the enormous blood vine rushed at him.

Instead, a cold smile appeared on his face. "You think that's enough to take me down? Keep dreaming!"

"Fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Chain!"

The activation of the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Skill left the two black-robed men watching in shock.

"What the hell? That kid has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring! You don't see those every day! Boss, did we capture someone important from Spirit Hall?"

Looking at the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring on Yang Ziyuan and thinking back to Yang Wuhui, a Titled Douluo, Black-Robed Second Brother became convinced that they had captured an important figure from Spirit Hall.

What other faction could have an entourage like that?

Hearing Black-Robed Second Brother's question, the leader's expression darkened.

"What are you afraid of? Spirit Hall has been hunting us for long enough. It's time we made them pay! Second Brother, you get in there, too. End this fight as quickly as you can!"

But while they were talking, Yang Ziyuan had already brought Hu San under control.

The blood vine had been firmly bound by Gravity Chain, and Hu San himself was tied in place, unable to move.

"Second Brother, help me!"