Dragon God Douluo, Mu En (Two-in-One)

A silver moon, clear as a mirror, hung in the sky, casting cool, water-like moonlight over the earth, while the surrounding stars twinkled like scattered jewels.

Hundreds of miles away from Xu Lanqing and his group, a Bone Dragon King with a body spanning a hundred zhang hovered high in the air, two green flames flickering in its eye sockets as it radiated an aura of decay and death.

Standing upon the back of the Bone Dragon King were ten figures; they were members of the Holy Spirit Cult on their journey, yet at this moment, they were blocked here, not daring to make a move.

The leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, Zhongli Wu, stared fixedly at the person blocking their path: "Your Excellency, who are you? We have no grudges between us, so why do you block our way?"

It was an ordinary-looking old man, neither tall nor imposing, appearing almost as if he were in the twilight of his years. He wore simple grey cloth robes, and the wrinkles on his face were deep enough to trap a dozen flies at once.

But what shocked Zhongli Wu was that he could not sense a single shred of soul power leaking from the old man, which only served to highlight the terrifying nature of his strength.

"Heh, no grudges? Since you are Evil Soul Masters, you deserve to be eradicated by all!

I never expected that coming to the Sun Moon Empire would lead me to a group of dregs from the soul master world. I had been wondering why Evil Soul Masters had become so scarce in recent years; it turns out you have all huddled together and hidden yourselves in the Sun Moon Empire.

You have certainly stained your hands with blood to reach this level of cultivation. As long as you are Evil Soul Masters, you are naturally the enemies of the entire continent. Do you still need to ask why I am blocking you?"

"Furthermore, my son and daughter-in-law both died at the hands of Evil Soul Masters. Today, I shall rid the continent of this scourge and wipe you out, lest I let a tiger return to the mountains and bring disaster upon the common people."

Mu En looked at this group of Evil Soul Masters with a heavy heart; his greatest fear had come to pass—these Evil Soul Masters had finally become a true threat.

The ten Evil Soul Masters before him were all Title Douluo level powerhouses. There were five Super Douluo at level ninety-five, and the leader even possessed the strength of a level ninety-eight. It was hard not to imagine whether there were even more powerful Evil Soul Masters among them.

His gaze shifted from initial shock to a killing intent that felt almost tangible. Since they had crossed paths, he would never let them leave with their heads held high.

"Hahaha! What arrogant words. I would like to see exactly how you intend to rid the continent of this scourge!"

Zhongli Wu laughed out of sheer rage. Although he could not gauge the depth of the person before him, he had nine Title Douluo Evil Soul Masters by his side and felt he had no reason to fear anyone. Even if a Limit Douluo were here today, they would have to suffer, though he remained cautious nonetheless.

"Attack together!"

As soon as his voice fell, the nine Evil Soul Masters activated their Martial Soul Possession. Their powerful soul power impacted the heavens and earth, instantly dyeing the night sky in a myriad of colors; powerful Title Douluo were already capable of triggering natural phenomena through their individual strength.

Five of them charged directly at Mu En to engage him head-on, two vanished into the shadows to circle the perimeter, and the remaining two stood in the distance, brewing powerful soul skills.

Zhongli Wu stood atop the Bone Dragon King without moving, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Mu En watched this scene with indifference. The next moment, nine soul rings—two yellow, one purple, three black, and three red—appeared behind him, and his seventh soul ring shone brightly.

Facing them, Mu En directly activated his Martial Soul Avatar, going all out.

"Roar--"

Golden light erupted from his hunched body, and a clear, resonant dragon roar surged forth. The golden light expanded, directly blasting the five who had taken the lead flying.

A golden giant dragon spanning hundreds of zhang coiled in the sky, appearing like a god descending to earth.

Zhongli Wu's eyes trembled, and his previously steady aura became somewhat chaotic. He gasped, "Bright Sacred Dragon?! You are the Dragon God Douluo, Mu En?!"

This was an existence as famous as the two Limit Douluo within their own cult, a peerless powerhouse of the continent.

To be honest, he was somewhat frightened. After all, while there was only a one-level difference between level ninety-eight and ninety-nine, it was as vast as heaven and earth, not to mention the Bright Sacred Dragon martial soul, which naturally countered their Evil Soul Master abilities.

He glanced at the surrounding Evil Soul Masters, his eyes steadying as he regained his confidence. He was a proud man; how could he be scared off by his opponent?

"Hmph, I would like to see just how much strength the legendary Dragon God Douluo still has left!"

Zhongli Wu's thoughts stirred, and the bone wings of the Bone Dragon King beneath him flapped. Fierce fire and ethereal wind elements gathered from all directions. The originally multicolored sky was rapidly replaced by cyan and red, stretching as far as the eye could see; he had been accumulating power from the very beginning.

Mu En ignored him, activating his first and third soul skills: Bright Dragon Claw and Bright Sacred Dragon Transformation. His aura surged, and after unleashing the soul skill, he slammed his ferocious, massive dragon claw into the level ninety-five Scorpion Tiger Douluo nearest to him.

The Scorpion Tiger Douluo, over ten meters tall with a tiger head, tiger palms, scorpion body, and scorpion tail, was instantly covered by the dragon claw. His ninth soul ring flashed, his aura swelled, and his size grew to nearly a hundred meters—Scorpion Tiger Demon Transformation!

"Roar--"

Eighth soul skill, Dragon God Deterrence!

Mu En let out a long roar toward the sky, and the golden dragon head sent out ripples of golden waves. Suddenly, everyone felt mentally dazed; the two who had been hiding in the shadows were forced out by the roar, and the two who had been condensing soul skills a thousand meters away had their skills interrupted, suffering backlash and vomiting blood as their auras withered. Even Zhongli Wu was affected, his figure staggering.

The golden dragon claw struck the Scorpion Tiger Douluo like lightning, and with incomparable force, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo was smashed down into a mountain peak hundreds of meters high. The mountain shattered with a roar, and the earth shook violently.

The Scorpion Tiger Douluo had reverted to human form, his clothes in tatters and his body bathed in blood, falling into a coma—he had been heavily wounded in a single blow!

Looking at the dying Scorpion Tiger Douluo, a flash of regret crossed Mu En's eyes, but he could not afford to deliver a finishing blow.

The awakened Evil Soul Masters looked on with terror, swallowing hard and glancing at one another, not daring to attack for a moment.

Although their Holy Spirit Cult also possessed Limit Douluo, they had never fought one, and they did not know the true gap in strength. But now, in a life-and-death duel, they felt the fear of being dominated by a Limit Douluo.

In the blink of an eye, one Super Douluo had been heavily wounded, and two Title Douluo had lost their ability to fight for the time being.

"What are you afraid of? Keep attacking! With so many of us, we still have a chance if we stay together. If we run, we will only die faster!"

Zhongli Wu roared, his voice infused with spiritual power, seemingly giving them the courage to surround him once more.

Around Zhongli Wu, the sky was now a sea of fire, with hundred-meter-tall cyan tornadoes swirling above it. Gradually, the wind and fire began to merge; at this moment, he looked less like an Evil Soul Master and more like a master of wind and fire elements.

Three massive Martial Soul Avatars flanked Mu En, cautiously entangling him, fearing that he might find a flaw. They only needed to buy time for their leader to finish charging his skill.

Mu En glanced at Zhongli Wu. Although the soul skill he was charging looked terrifying, his soul power was somewhat scattered. He could see at a glance that it was not a skill Zhongli Wu had mastered himself, but rather one he could only unleash by relying on the Bone Dragon King.

His gaze returned to the three people before him, all of whom were level ninety-five Super Douluo. In front was the Evil Phoenix Douluo, Feng Ling, whose body was pitch-black like ink, with black flames burning upon her spread wings.

To the left was a giant green skull—truly just a head—with green soul fire flickering in its eye sockets: the Skeleton Douluo, Gu Ling.

Behind him was a patch of deep darkness, nothing more: the Dark Douluo, Wu Yun. The aura of all three was significantly stronger than that of a standard Super Douluo.

With Zhongli Wu's own level ninety-eight strength combined with the support of these Evil Soul Masters, killing them would be incredibly difficult. He could only take them out one by one now; even if it meant paying the price of being heavily wounded by Zhongli Wu, he had to try his best to keep these Evil Soul Masters here forever.

His lifespan was already running thin; being able to slay a few more Evil Soul Masters in his final moments could be considered his last contribution to the continent.

Ninth Soul Skill, Dragon God Domain!

Ninth Soul Skill, Dragon God Descent!

Mu En's gaze sharpened. His dragon form expanded once more to a thousand zhang in size, though it lacked the solidity it had possessed before.

Golden light spread from his dragon body with incredible speed, enveloping the area for dozens of miles, and the aura of sacred light filled the space between heaven and earth.

The monstrous evil energy of the Evil Soul Masters on the battlefield was instantly suppressed, and they were shocked to discover that their strength had been stifled to a significant degree.

Wu Yun was affected most of all. While others had their strength suppressed by at most twenty or thirty percent, his Martial Soul was based on the control of dark elements. Darkness and light are mutually generative and restrictive, but because his Martial Soul was not the Ultimate Darkness, its quality was suppressed from the start. Coupled with the massive gap in soul power between them, he couldn't even unleash half of his strength; he truly felt powerless.

Beneath the thousand-zhang dragon body, the hundred-zhang forms of the three figures beside him looked like mere trifles.

Fifth Soul Skill, Dragon Emperor Evil-Breaking Tear!

Mu En extended his dragon claws, swiping directly toward the strongest among them, the Evil Phoenix Douluo. Under the amplification of his seventh and ninth soul skills, this strike became incomparably terrifying.

Not a single shred of soul power leaked from the dragon claws, and the dragon scales had been replaced by pure golden light.

"Clang—"

A sharp phoenix cry rang out. Feng Ling flapped her wings, and black flames swept forth like a raging sea. Eighth Soul Skill, Evil Phoenix Black Flame.

The dragon claws pierced straight through the black flames and slammed into the Evil Phoenix's chest, carving out five horrific, bone-deep wounds. However, the black flames also burned upon the dragon scales, scorching them black until they fell off; even the Ultimate Light could not purge them immediately.

The Evil Phoenix let out a painful shriek, black blood spraying as she plummeted to the ground, smashing out a massive, semicircular crater.

Just as Mu En was about to press his advantage, the Skeleton Douluo finished casting his ninth soul skill.

"Ten Thousand Bones Devouring Heart!"

Countless pale, white bone claws appeared out of thin air, wrapping densely around Mu En to restrict his movements, while an exceptionally cold, green bone claw struck directly at his heart.

At the same time, the Dark Douluo finished channeling his power. Boundless darkness condensed into black, ghostly faces that lunged at the dragon body, attempting to devour him.

Mu En's eyes were filled with disdain, his face brimming with arrogance.

Ultimate golden light condensed, brewed, and then erupted.

Dragon Emperor Shocking Domain Boundary!

At this moment, it was as if the kingdom of heaven had descended. Everywhere the eye could see was dazzling golden light, and golden spheres of light appeared and transformed in the air.

Dragon heads, dragon bodies, dragon wings, dragon claws, dragon tails. Bright Sacred Dragons, each a hundred zhang in size, soared through the sky.

Ten thousand dragons paid homage; all the dragon heads faced Mu En, and the roar of the dragon horde shook the heavens and the earth.

"Roar—"

Mu En held his dragon head high, and the next moment, all the Golden Sacred Dragons charged toward him.

The Skeleton Douluo and the Dark Douluo were terrified. They wanted to pull back and retreat, but how could Mu En possibly give them that chance?

Both dragon claws simultaneously unleashed Dragon Emperor Evil-Breaking Tear, firmly gripping their bodies. Black smoke rose from the claws, accompanied by their agonizing screams.

"Even if I die, I will make you pay the price!"

One green and one black flame ignited. They burned their life essence, struggling desperately. Even the soul skills they had cast earlier surged in momentum, crazily gnawing at Mu En's body.

Mu En ignored it all, continuing to grip them tightly.

As the first Bright Sacred Dragon collided with them, the life fires of the Skeleton Douluo and the Dark Douluo trembled. Immediately after, countless Bright Sacred Dragons followed in its wake.

At this moment, Mu En was like a golden sun, illuminating the world as if it were broad daylight. All demons and monsters were reduced to ashes under the radiance of that sacred, golden light, their souls purified.

This move was a perfect fusion of Mu En's spiritual power, soul power, soul skills, and combat techniques—a four-in-one combination that allowed for such immense power. It not only slew the Skeleton Douluo and the Dark Douluo, but even the two Title Douluo who had been hiding on the sidelines did not escape unscathed.

Watching this scene, Zhongli Wu's heart was bleeding. Title Douluo were strategic-level assets, yet in this single battle, he had lost four, two of whom were Super Douluo. The Holy Spirit Cult had spent untold effort and time to cultivate them.

"Go to hell! You will pay for these costs with your life!"

The fusion of wind and fire was complete. Zhongli Wu drove the Bone Dragon King, charging furiously toward Mu En. Before him was a cyan and red wind-fire tornado; the fire borrowed the wind's momentum, and the wind aided the fire's growth, containing the power to destroy heaven and earth.

Zhongli Wu chose the perfect moment. He seized the brief window of vulnerability after Mu En's all-out attack, striking while he was weak to end his life.

Nine soul rings—two purple, five black, and two red—far exceeding the optimal configuration, appeared. He activated his seventh soul skill, Martial Soul Avatar. Zhongli Wu's appearance remained unchanged, though his body grew to about three meters tall. While his stature was small compared to Mu En, he was surrounded by an endless aura of death; his Martial Soul was the Death God Demon Puppet.

Eighth Soul Skill, Death God Scythe!

Ninth Soul Skill, Death God Harvest!

Zhongli Wu gripped the Death God Scythe in his right hand; the pitch-black handle was long and slender, and the curved blade shimmered with a chilling white light.

He swung his right hand violently, and the Death God Scythe instantly expanded countless times, tearing through space. A pitch-black, profound blade light, along with the wind-fire tornado below, attacked Mu En.

The Bright Sacred Dragon that Mu En had transformed into had shrunk back to several hundred zhang. His golden dragon scales were dim and lusterless, covered in wounds inflicted by the four Super Douluo. He looked miserable, though he had sustained no fatal injuries.

He watched the incoming attacks calmly. The next moment, his eighth soul ring flashed: Sacred Light Protection. He intended to take the blow head-on.

Golden light overflowed from his dragon scales once more, though the radiance was not as dazzling or solid as before; his consumption just now had been far too great.

The wind-fire tornado burned and tore at him wantonly, clinging to him like maggots on a bone, while the black blade light cleaved through his dragon scales and flesh, finally coming to a halt against his dragon bones.

A tragic Dragon's Roar echoed in the air. The Bright Sacred Dragon twisted and struggled frantically; his dragon scales shattered, and golden dragon blood flowed out uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, the Dragon God Douluo is nothing more than this! Today, I shall slaughter you, dragon!"

Zhongli Wu laughed maniacally. With Mu En dead, Shrek was effectively half-crippled. Without a Limit Douluo holding the fort, wouldn't they be his to manipulate as he pleased? In that light, the losses suffered today were not entirely unacceptable.

He watched as the Bright Sacred Dragon struggled with diminishing strength, and suddenly, a thought surged into his mind.

If he were to devour the Bright Sacred Dragon, given the quality of the beast and Mu En's cultivation, he would undoubtedly break through his bottleneck and ascend to the rank of Limit Douluo.

That was right; he could improve himself and evolve his Martial Soul by devouring various Soul Beasts and Soul Masters. His Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul had evolved through constant consumption, and its quality had already surpassed his mother's Blood Soul Demon Puppet Martial Soul.

Once the thought took root, it could not be driven away.

He licked his lips, his eyes brimming with excitement and greed.

Yet, he still observed cautiously. The Bright Sacred Dragon was already on the verge of death; large patches of dragon scales had fallen off, its entire body looked charred, and it was covered in deep lacerations.

The target of his consumption had to be alive. Only after confirming there were no issues did he cautiously approach.

Even when Zhongli Wu placed his hand upon the dragon's body, there was no reaction.

"Hahaha!!!"

"Once I become a Limit Douluo, this world will belong to my Holy Spirit Cult. No one will ever be able to stop the rise of the Holy Cult again!"

"Evil Soul Masters are the masters of this world!"

Zhongli Wu could already imagine how intoxicating his future dreams would be.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The Bright Sacred Dragon's closed eyes snapped open, its maw stretched wide, and a golden Dragon Pill was spat out from within.

Zhongli Wu's laughing face froze. A vast, ocean-like wave of energy surged forth, and an indescribable terror gripped his heart. He discovered in horror that space had been locked; he couldn't even mobilize his soul power to self-destruct.

Mu En transformed back into human form. Strangely, his body appeared somewhat illusory; this was not his physical flesh, but a unique external avatar he had cultivated.

With a faint flicker of light, he was already several miles away, his palm extended and his fingers clenched into a fist.

The next moment, the Dragon Pill erupted with brilliant light, and a dragon shadow filled with violent aura flew out, charging toward Zhongli Wu with unparalleled power.

"No--"

Zhongli Wu's desperate scream was swallowed by the dragon shadow as it bit into him and soared straight into the clouds.

"Bang--"

A brilliant golden light bloomed in the sky, like the rising morning sun. The scattering shockwaves dispersed the clouds and pulled back the veil of the night sky. The golden light and moonlight intertwined, and the stars shone, creating a magnificent sight.

A generation of Holy Spirit Cult leaders had fallen.

Mu En recalled the Dragon Pill, merging it back into his body. He had not expected that the violent energy within the Dragon Pill, which he had failed to fully purge despite a century of nurturing, would be resolved in this way. Was this the reward for ridding the world of a scourge?

It was a pity that four had escaped. He scanned the area; the Evil Phoenix Douluo, the Scorpion Tiger Douluo, and that Bone Dragon King had somehow been carried away by the remaining two Title Douluo.

He was now at the end of his rope; chasing them was impossible. His already limited lifespan was now pitifully short.

Because the war between the Sun Moon Empire and the three eastern nations was becoming increasingly frequent, his purpose in coming to the Sun Moon Empire had only been to probe their true strength. He had not expected to sense a Soul Tool deep within Mingde Hall that posed a threat even to his own life, nor had he expected to encounter organized Evil Soul Masters.

These are troubled times. War will break out in full eventually; when that happens, what will Shrek do?

Mu En's eyes were filled with worry as he sighed, "Sigh..."