Douluo: Black Hole Spirit, Inheriting the God of Destruction at the Start

Feeling the chains on his body heavy as Mount Tai, Hu San's expression turned to one of terror as he hurriedly called for help.

He was a control-type Spirit Master, so how could he possibly withstand such gravity?

Moreover, he discovered that under the influence of this gravity, the flow of spirit power within his body had slowed to a crawl; trying to break free on his own was simply impossible!

Hearing Hu San's cries, Black-Robed Second Brother did not dare to hesitate.

After all, he was also a Spirit Saint, and not much stronger than Hu San.

If Hu San were to fall here, it would be very difficult for him to take down Yang Ziyuan alone.

"Third Brother, don't panic, Second Brother is coming!"

"Warp!"

"Annihilation Star Moon Slash!"

In an instant, countless spatial blades tore through the air, slamming fiercely into Black-Robed Second Brother's chest.

Black-Robed Second Brother didn't even have a chance to dodge before he was sent flying.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Black-Robed Second Brother's eyes were filled with resentment.

He hadn't even made a move yet, and he had already lost his combat effectiveness.

Did this not mean that they were destined to fall here today?

Meanwhile, Hu San, seeing how useless he was, fell into immediate despair.

He had thought his ally was preparing a massive ultimate move, but it turned out he had just made a massive mess!

Now, he could only pin his hopes on the boss.

However, when he turned his head to look, he found that the man had already fled.

He hadn't even forgotten to take the blood sacrifices with him on his way out!

Yang Ziyuan had long since sensed Black-Robed Boss's escape.

However, when he saw that the man hadn't taken Yang Wuhui with him, he didn't bother to stop him.

After all, he had been blocked by Black-Robed Second Brother earlier and couldn't have saved those people anyway.

Besides, he wasn't some saint; his principle was to save those he could, and if he couldn't, it was none of his business. If anyone wanted to try moral kidnapping on him, he wouldn't mind inviting them to take a look inside a black hole!

Looking at the two abandoned men, Yang Ziyuan decided to put the waste to good use and immediately activated his third spirit skill.

"Third spirit skill, Origin Regression!"

The two men, unable to move, were instantly marked. Following this, the black hole behind Yang Ziyuan erupted with a powerful suction force, beginning to drain their life force!

Watching their bodies rapidly age, Hu San and his companion were terrified.

"Who exactly are you? People from Spirit Hall could never possess such an evil spirit skill!"

"You are a devil!"

Feeling his life force gradually slipping away, Hu San suddenly felt that this man was more like an Evil Soul Master than he was!

"Ask that when you get to hell!"

Yang Ziyuan said indifferently. With a wave of his hand, the black hole erupted with suction once more, draining the life force of Hu San and his companion completely.

The next second, a surge of life energy poured into Yang Ziyuan's body.

Immediately after, this life energy was gradually absorbed by the sphere of light in his left hand.

-08-11 00:52:58 Author: Kuangbiao de Xianyu

"Sigh, this life energy doesn't even reach one-tenth of the Blue Silver Empress. And to think these two were both Spirit Saint-level characters."

Looking at the changes in the light sphere in his left hand, Yang Ziyuan couldn't help but shake his head.

It seems he still had a long way to go before he could successfully awaken this spirit!

At this moment, Yang Wuhui, who had been unconscious, slowly began to wake up.

Seeing the two mummified corpses not far away, he immediately understood that Yang Ziyuan had finished dealing with them.

"Ziyuan, who were they?"

"Grandfather, it's nothing. Just two Spirit Saint-level Evil Soul Masters."

"Evil Soul Masters?!!"

Hearing Yang Ziyuan's answer, Yang Wuhui was somewhat shocked.

Because, under the suppression of Spirit Hall, there hadn't been any traces of Evil Soul Masters on the continent for a long time.

Even if there were, it was impossible for Evil Soul Masters of this caliber to appear.

After all, when they awakened their spirits, the deacons of Spirit Hall would have already wiped them out.

Therefore, Yang Ziyuan's words left him deeply stunned.

However, since this group of Evil Soul Masters dared to provoke them, they could only be considered tired of living.

Afterward, Yang Wuhui began to scavenge for spoils of war.

However, the results left him deeply disappointed, as only three sticks of Soul-Sealing Incense held any real value.

"That's not right! Two Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level shouldn't be this poor, should they?"

Logically speaking, Evil Soul Masters who managed to cultivate to this level must have had their hands stained with plenty of blood.

During that time, they should have collected a significant amount of Gold Soul Coins or items of great value.

Yet, after searching high and low, he only found a few thousand Gold Soul Coins.

As for the rest of their belongings, he didn't even see a single hair!

This left him feeling rather puzzled; could it be that they had spent all their money?

"Grandfather, I forgot to tell you, there were originally three of them, but one got away."

"One got away? No wonder! I was just saying, how could a group of Evil Soul Masters at the Soul Saint level have such meager assets?"

Having said that, Yang Wuhui waved his hand, and the two desiccated corpses on the ground were ground into powder by a surge of power.

"Ziyuan, let's head back!"

"Alright!"

Meanwhile, the Black-Robed Boss was already on his way to Slaughter City.

"Second and Third are truly a pair of idiots! If it weren't for my own quick wit, I fear I would have died right along with them!"

From the moment Yang Ziyuan revealed his hundred-thousand-year soul ring, he knew that if he didn't run, he would surely die!

After all, it was impossible for someone of that caliber not to have a Title Douluo guarding them.

As for Yang Wuhui? He even suspected that the old man was merely putting on an act.

Otherwise, wouldn't the man be even worse than that Soul Emperor?

In his eyes, the man was simply there to temper Yang Ziyuan, which is why he had pretended to be unconscious, allowing the boy to fight his group.

After figuring this out, he had decisively abandoned Hu San and the other, fleeing without a moment's rest while carrying his blood-food.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel proud of his own brilliant mind!

"Five more days of travel, and I will reach Slaughter City. By then, even Spirit Hall won't be able to come there to cause me trouble!"

After silently calculating the journey in his heart, a look of excited anticipation appeared on the Black-Robed Boss's face.

Following that, he pushed himself even harder to make progress.

Ten days later, Hanhai City, Yang Family.

"Ziyuan, we've arrived!"

Hearing this, Yang Ziyuan jumped down from the carriage.

Following closely behind him was a young girl with a haggard expression.

That's right, she was none other than Xiao Wu!

Although the Jade Pavilion could store living creatures, Yang Ziyuan was afraid that if she woke up, she would eat the immortal herbs he had stored inside. Therefore, he had no choice but to let her out.

However, to prevent her from escaping, Yang Wuhui had sealed her soul power.

Precisely because of this, without the nourishment of her soul power, combined with the long and arduous journey, her mental state was extremely poor, as if she would collapse at the slightest breeze.

Nevertheless, when facing Yang Ziyuan and his grandfather, she would always glare at them with a face full of malice, wishing she could pounce on them and bite them to death!

After all, if it weren't for them, she would still be with Tang San right now.

Thinking of this, she felt extremely worried about Tang San; she wondered if he would do something foolish once he discovered she was missing.

"Let's go! Or do you expect me to carry you inside?"

Seeing Xiao Wu standing motionless, Yang Ziyuan sneered.