At that moment, the battle in the sky had become completely one-sided. Guangyu Douluo supported the attack from a distance, using his arrows' advantage to wear down Nangong Wan and inflict irreversible injuries on him while he was in his Heavenly Centipede True Form.
Dragon Subduing Douluo, meanwhile, used the Silver Dragon's mastery of the elements to leap through space. Each time he appeared, he struck Nangong Wan with his staff.
Nangong Wan was beaten until he coughed up blood again and again, suffering grave injuries.
When he looked down at the ground again, he saw that the Holy Spirit Cult squad had all been killed by the two Angel Soul Masters working together. Even Yan Feng, the cult master Zhongli Wu's direct disciple, had not survived. Only the weathered remains of a Bone Dragon were left.
Nangong Wan regretted it.
He should never have come out this time. Otherwise, how would he have run into the remnants of Spirit Hall—and the Qian Family's Six-Winged Angel, no less?
And then there were those damned Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo, both rare powerhouses on the continent.
Even the Supreme Cult Master had never mastered the shattering of space, yet a Super Douluo with only one Soul Core had.
If he didn't flee now, he would die here too.
But he had no chance of escape. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't outrun spatial teleportation.
At the thought, Nangong Wan shouted at Guangyu and the other man, "You killed the cult master's disciple. Now you want to kill me too? Do you really want an all-out war with the Evil Soul Masters?"
"Don't forget, Shrek Academy is still around, and Sea God Tang San is still around. Do you think they'll let a Six-Winged Angel grow stronger? Why not let me go today, and we'll wipe the slate clean?"
Hearing this, Guangyu and Dragon Subduing Douluo both laughed.
Let an Evil Soul Master go? Was he joking?
Dragon Subduing Douluo rested the Coiling Dragon Staff on his shoulder, his gaze ice-cold. "An Evil Soul Master dares to bargain with us now? We've always been locked in a fight to the death."
"Ten thousand years ago, when the Angel God fell and Spirit Hall was utterly destroyed, the continent came under the rule of the nobility. Our worshipper families fled in every direction, scraping out a sliver of life."
"Over these ten thousand years of conflict, how many members of the Angel Clan have your Evil Soul Masters killed? How many Soul Masters have you slaughtered? We were weak before and didn't dare show ourselves. All we could do was watch you run rampant. But that's over now, because our hope has appeared."
"Forget a mere Titled Douluo like you. Even if a Limit Douluo showed up, I could still protect our young lord as he grows.
"The descendants of our several worshipper families are willing to protect the Angel Clan as it grows—not for any other reason, but to repay the kindness we received ten thousand years ago."
"Today, you die!"
At his words, Nangong Wan's heart sank. He darted away toward the underground passage.
He had sensed their murderous intent. If he didn't leave now, it would be too late.
Faster. Faster still.
He would burn his blood essence if he had to. He had to survive. How could he die here?
But his speed was no match for Dragon Subduing Douluo's spatial shattering. In the blink of an eye, Dragon Subduing Douluo appeared in front of him.
Nangong Wan turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Dragon Subduing Douluo's ninth Soul Ring lit up, and the dragon soul on the Coiling Dragon Staff opened its slit pupils.
He gripped the staff in both hands and shouted, "Ninth Soul Skill, Nirvana Dragon King Strike!"
The dragon soul and the staff's profound technique merged, condensing into the phantom of the Silver Dragon King.
The moment the silver dragon staff appeared, heaven and earth changed color.
"No!"
Nangong Wan whirled around to face the enormous silver dragon staff, letting out a roar of despair.
Rumble—!
The buildings of Underground Tiandou City collapsed. The blow left a fissure in the ground, while elemental power raged without end.
Nangong Wan lay in a pool of blood, his consciousness growing hazy. He saw only two figures approaching.
He had never imagined his life would end so abruptly like this.
If only he hadn't saved Yan Feng. Then he wouldn't have crossed paths with a remnant of Spirit Hall who could shatter space...
Then Guangyu Douluo and Dragon Subduing Douluo landed.
"He's got just one breath left."
Guangyu Douluo felt for Nangong Wan's breath and confirmed it was faint.
Dragon Subduing Douluo carried his staff on his back and said calmly, "This is a great deal of merit. Let our young lord finish him off. It might raise his Soul Power by several levels."
Guangyu Douluo thought it was a good suggestion too.
Killing a nine-ring Evil Soul Master with four rings would surely give Young Lord Ye Que a greater reward than expected.
Then Ye Que and Yu Mengdi arrived. Dragon Subduing Douluo immediately said, "He's got just one breath left. Young lord, kill this Evil Soul Master yourself, and you'll gain a good deal of merit power."
Ye Que looked at the dying Nangong Wan. "Thank you."
Clang!
The Angel God Sword sprang from its sheath and plunged into Nangong Wan's forehead.
A scream rang out. Nangong Wan rallied for one last moment, black mist spreading from his body before the divine sword thoroughly purified it.
The entire process took less than a minute. The Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo who had once dominated the Soul Master World had fallen by Ye Que's hand.
In an instant, boundless merit power enveloped him, and the purifying power from slaying an Evil Soul Master flowed back to him.
Ye Que's Soul Power rose once more, soaring to level 57.
To advance so quickly in a single night would have been a miracle for any Soul Master. Yet for a Six-Winged Angel Soul Master, it was nothing strange.
Evil Soul Masters devoured people's blood essence and souls, cultivating twice as fast as ordinary Soul Masters.
As the natural nemesis of Evil Soul Masters, the Six-Winged Angel received even greater rewards.
Without obtaining a fifth Soul Ring, Ye Que's Soul Power had still accumulated to level 57.
Dragon Subduing Douluo and Guangyu Douluo stared at their astonishingly powerful young lord, dumbstruck.
Th-this advancement was far too fast.
They had expected his Soul Power to rise, but never by this much.
Was he even human?
The Six-Winged Angel truly was terrifying.
Then the two of them burst into laughter.
This was a good thing!
If there were enough Evil Soul Masters to kill, why would their young lord need to cultivate? He could simply fight his way through them all.
The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul truly deserved its reputation as the strongest Martial Soul for suppressing evil—a natural nemesis to Evil Soul Masters.
"I didn't expect to advance so quickly."
Ye Que sensed the increase in his Soul Power and couldn't help exclaiming.
Too fast!
To gain so much Soul Power from killing a Titled Douluo Evil Soul Master was truly a miracle.
It seemed Qian Renxue hadn't lied to him.
The path to godhood lay with the Evil Soul Masters.
Guangyu Douluo said, "Looks like we'll have to set out and find a fifth Soul Ring for our young lord—and maybe even a sixth. Heh heh..."
"I'll go exchange the chips first. You all wait for me upstairs."
With that, he flew to the Soul Fighting Arena's hall to negotiate compensation with the local authorities and exchange the Gold Soul Coins.
Underground Tiandou City belonged to the Heavenly Soul Royal Family, and battles were hardly uncommon there.
But nothing on this scale had ever happened before.
"Let's go!"
Dragon Subduing Douluo grabbed Ye Que and Yu Mengdi, and they vanished from the entrance to Underground Tiandou City.
The next morning.
After the previous night's battle, everyone had gone to rest.
They had won too much money—one hundred million Gold Soul Coins in all—and Guangyu Douluo planned to carefully consider how to use it.
After breakfast, they had no training scheduled for the day.
Ye Que sat meditating in the back hills of Zhengtian Academy.
After that battle, he knew his strength had reached the point where he could challenge a seven-ring Evil Soul Master.
However, Ye Que couldn't help growing concerned.
News of what had happened yesterday would surely spread. Shrek and the Holy Spirit Cult would learn about the Six-Winged Angel Soul Master within days.
That wouldn't be good for him.
But keeping a low profile and shutting himself away to cultivate would never get him to the end. At that rate, it was impossible to know how many years it would take just to reach level 57 Soul Power.
Ye Que couldn't wait.
He wasn't going to wait for Huo Yuhao to become a god and help Tang San. That would put the Angel Clan at a severe disadvantage and leave them vulnerable.
But the problem now was that the Spirit Hall faction had no Limit Douluo.
If Ye Xishui came knocking, all they could do was have Dragon Subduing Douluo take them away and flee overseas.
What if... he cultivated a Limit Douluo himself?
Ye Que thought Dragon Subduing Douluo would be a good choice. He left the Mimicry Cultivation Area in the back hills and headed toward the teaching building.
He planned to discuss the matter of a Limit Douluo with Senior Dragon Subduing and Senior Guangyu.
The suppression of Spirit Hall's enemies required a Limit Douluo to hold the fort.
The Immortal Herbs at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well couldn't go to waste!
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