Douluo: Founding the Heavenly Court from the Holy Spirit Cult

"Show me."

The indifferent voice traveled through the paper earplugs into his ears. As a powerhouse born and raised in the Sun Moon Empire, he placed great importance on Soul Tools. If this really was a genius Soul Tool master, he would have to be cultivated vigorously.

This required experiencing the effects and power of the Soul Tools the other party crafted firsthand to gain a clear understanding.

Yang Hao blinked, finally understanding, and turned his head to look at the beautiful sister, Feng Ling.

Firing was fine, but if he accidentally sparked a real temper, that would be bad. After all, that was the boss; he still needed to get promoted, get a raise, become a Holy Son and Holy Master, marry a wealthy beauty, and reach the pinnacle of his life in the Holy Spirit Cult.

"You cannot hurt the Cult Master."

Feng Ling spoke, signaling that the man was indeed the Cult Master, the powerhouse second only to those two in the cult.

"So it's the Cult Master!"

"Greetings, Cult Master!"

"Cult Master, be careful!"

Yang Hao realized, then hurriedly offered his greetings, finally reminding him to be careful.

"Bang!"

He decisively fired a shot as a distraction while simultaneously executing the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to dash forward rapidly. During the approach, he fired his two large-caliber Desert Eagles in quick succession, the rate of fire extremely fast.

Zhongli Wu draped a layer of soul power defense over his body, feeling the impact of those metal projectiles, and was quite satisfied.

This kind of impact force and firing speed were enough to effectively interfere with a Soul Master casting soul skills and using Soul Tools. If a Agility-type Soul Master held these, the effect would be even better.

A very practical little toy!

In the blink of an eye, Yang Hao closed in on Zhongli Wu, circling him with the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track while firing from various angles.

During this, he quickly changed magazines with various maneuvers, maintaining continuous fire. He only stopped after emptying ten magazines, then retreated twenty meters away to take out another weapon.

"This one is called an AK-47; it can rapidly and continuously fire those kinds of bullets."

After a brief introduction, Yang Hao held the rifle in one hand and pulled the trigger, his right hand holding a magazine ready for a quick reload.

"Da-da-da..."

Bullets fired out rapidly, the rate of fire far exceeding that of the previous Desert Eagles.

Ma Xiaotao, watching from the side, widened her eyes, asking herself if she could withstand such a strange Soul Tool if she were the target.

Although her martial soul and soul skills were powerful, her advantage lay in attack power, while her defense was quite average; she might not be able to block this kind of sustained fire.

Feng Ling and Zhongli Wu were astonished—astonished that such a Soul Tool could be activated without soul power.

One had to know that all Soul Tools required soul power to function, even if Fixed-Station Soul Tools consumed very little.

Yet this type of Soul Tool required no soul power to activate, meaning it could be used by ordinary people.

The implications of this were extraordinary.

After emptying ten magazines and the barrel began to glow red, Yang Hao swapped to the Six-Barrel Vulcan Cannon he had used on Feng Ling earlier.

"This is called a Vulcan Cannon; it has a faster rate of fire, a larger caliber, and even greater power."

After locking in a new ammunition belt, Yang Hao explained and pulled the trigger. Fire erupted, and bullets streaked toward Zhongli Wu at high speed.

Although they still could not break through this Super Douluo's soul power defense, they caused ripples across his soul power barrier, and the bullets embedded themselves into it rather than being deflected as before.

"This is called a sniper rifle, suitable for long-range sniping!"

Once the thousand-round ammunition belt was spent, Yang Hao switched to another weapon, which piqued the interest of Feng Ling watching from the side.

She recognized this as the weapon the youth had brought out last, though he hadn't used it after she revealed her soul rings.

She wondered how powerful it was.

"Bang!"

A 20mm diameter Black-Veined Iron armor-piercing round, propelled by explosive force, fired at several times the speed of sound. It spun rapidly, finally slamming heavily into Zhongli Wu's soul power protective layer, nearly piercing through the thin barrier.

This power made Feng Ling's eyes light up; it was indeed impressive.

This sniper rifle was based on an anti-tank rifle Yang Hao had seen in World War II movies from his past life, called the PTRD-41. It was the simplest firearm structure he had ever seen—just a barrel and a chamber—but the caliber was massive, capable of piercing World War II tank armor.

Now, combined with high-strength armor-piercing warheads made of Black-Veined Iron, the penetration was quite formidable.

As for a sniper rifle with a scope, the precision requirements were too high; he couldn't hand-craft one of those.

Yang Hao took out a four-barreled Anti-Aircraft Gun, a full 40mm in caliber.

"This is an Anti-Aircraft Gun. It has a larger caliber and even greater power. It can attack enemies on the ground or those with flight capabilities."

After a brief introduction, he pulled the trigger, forcing Zhongli Wu to thicken his soul power protective layer; judging by the size, the power was certainly greater.

In fact, that was the case. The Anti-Aircraft shells embedded themselves deep into the protective layer; had Zhongli Wu not thickened his soul power defense, he would have truly been pierced through.

Facing this kind of piercing power, even the body of a Super Douluo could not possibly withstand it.

After firing the forty rounds of Anti-Aircraft ammunition, Yang Hao took out a big guy—a cannon with a caliber of a full 120mm.

"This is called an Artillery Cannon, and it has even greater power."

Yang Hao seemed to have become addicted to the firing; after a brief introduction, he shoved a Black-Veined Iron armor-piercing shell into the rear and decisively triggered it.

"Bang!"

With a thunderous roar, the shell spiraled out of the muzzle. Its outer casing disintegrated instantly, revealing the arrow-like Black-Veined Iron armor-piercing projectile within.

This projectile weighed a full hundred kilograms, and the kinetic energy it carried at such a velocity was unimaginable.

"Screech!"

It pierced through the thick layer of soul power defense at high speed, forcing Zhongli Wu to utilize a Soul Bone defensive skill to block it, narrowly avoiding the danger of being run through.

Had this massive object actually pierced his body, it wouldn't just be his internal organs—his entire body would have been shredded.

Even so, the immense force pushed Zhongli Wu back several meters across the ground.

"This is called a Katyusha rocket launcher. It explodes, much like a fixed-position Soul Tool."

Before Zhongli Wu could catch his breath, Yang Hao pushed out another massive contraption. Feng Ling looked on with grave seriousness; she had seen this thing before, and the little guy had nearly activated it last time.

Seeing that behemoth, the corners of Zhongli Wu's eyes twitched, and he felt a pang of regret for his earlier arrogance.

Who could have guessed that the Soul Tools this little guy concocted were so ferocious?

Without hesitation, he decisively summoned his Martial Soul and reinforced himself with defensive soul skills.

I, Zhongli Wu, am determined to finish this show of strength today; not even a god could stop me.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The rockets from the Katyusha launched in rapid succession, all slamming into Zhongli Wu.

Although the precision of these heavy weapons, hand-crafted by Yang Hao, wasn't high, at such close range, they were bound to hit their mark.

The moment he activated the Katyusha, Yang Hao immediately pulled out a large iron barrel, crawled inside, and pulled the lid shut tight.

Playing with explosives in such a confined space was lethal; the last time he set a landmine in the Soul-Devouring Demon Spider's cave, the shockwave of the blast had sent him flying.

Now, with thirty-six rockets exploding at once, the resulting shockwave and air pressure were quite fatal.

Facing such a barrage, Zhongli Wu no longer held back. He directly activated his Martial Soul Avatar and used his soul skill power to envelop the explosive force, otherwise, the entire place would have collapsed.

There's no helping it; I started this show of strength, so I have to finish it even if I have to crawl!

Even so, the shockwaves still rippled outward, shaking the entire secret chamber. Feng Ling had to use her soul power to defend herself, shielding the pale-faced Ma Xiaotao beside her.

A figure appeared, helping to suppress the shockwave—it was none other than the Chief Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, Long Xiaoyao.

Zhongli Wu expended a great deal of soul power to finally suppress the power of the explosions, but before he could catch his breath, he saw the youth pull out a behemoth ten meters in diameter, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

"Alright, no need to demonstrate this one."

He spoke decisively to signal a stop. The previous wave had already put him under immense pressure; if this massive thing were to detonate, let alone himself, the entire headquarters would likely collapse.

"Oh!"

Yang Hao took his hand off the activation button with a hint of regret; he had wanted to test the power of this big guy.

He then glanced at the black-clad man who had appeared. The soul pressure the man displayed was even stronger than Zhongli Wu's. At this stage, the only man in the Holy Spirit Cult with such strength was that Dragon Emperor Douluo.

This one requires caution; he will be my competitor in the future.

Chapter 20: Shrek Destruction Plan

"Thump, thump!"

"It's empty?"

Feng Ling stepped forward and tapped the massive object with her finger; judging by the echo, it should be empty.

"Not entirely empty. I made all these explosives by myself, so the accumulated supply is limited."

As Yang Hao spoke, he opened the behemoth, revealing the explosives piled inside.

"Is this what was used in those weapons earlier?"

Feng Ling used her soul power to lift a brick-like object out, examining it with curiosity.

Zhongli Wu and Long Xiaoyao also crowded around, and seeing the contents packed inside, Zhongli Wu's heart skipped a beat once more.

The total amount was far, far greater than that of the Katyusha rockets from before. If this were to detonate, he wasn't sure if he could suppress it.

"This is called No. 1 Explosive. Its properties are extremely stable; even if you throw it on the ground, it won't explode. My family has studied these things for generations, and it wasn't until my generation that we finally succeeded.

We have developed four types of explosives in total, all using raw materials that are common substances. No rare metals are involved, so as long as there are enough raw materials, these explosives can be produced in unlimited quantities.

If we fill this behemoth and drop it from high altitude onto Shrek Academy, or have someone bring it inside Shrek Academy to detonate, it would certainly be enough to destroy it."

This was the Shrek Destruction Plan that Yang Hao had formulated—simple and brutal.

"Hmm, it's still not safe enough. We need to make it bigger—let's make a behemoth a hundred meters in diameter. That should be enough to destroy Shrek Academy. I just don't know if there's a storage Soul Tool that large."

Yang Hao was quite fond of the storage Soul Tools in this world; they were a perfect match for thermal weapons.