Holy Spirit Cult Stronghold

"Evil Soul Master..."

Mu En took a step forward, and the entire world seemed to sink into an ocean of light.

"An Evil Soul Master of your caliber could hardly have grown up in the Three Continent Empires."

"You came from the Sun Moon Empire, didn't you?"

The Evil Soul Master swallowed. Beneath the pressure of a Limit Douluo, he had long lost any will to resist.

"I'm from the Holy Spirit Cult."

"Wait—!" Xia Ming suddenly spoke, interrupting the conversation.

He turned to Mu En. "Teacher, just in case, you should first check whether there are any restrictions placed on him."

"Indeed."

Mu En nodded at those words, a trace of approval flashing through his eyes.

He raised his hand and lightly pressed his right palm against the Evil Soul Master's shoulder.

"Don't resist."

A vast surge of light-attributed Soul Power immediately flooded into the other man's body like a tide.

The primary purpose of this Soul Power was naturally to search for any restrictions, but it also purified all the bloody Soul Power within his body.

"Ahhh—!"

This pain was worse than being cut into a thousand pieces. The Evil Soul Master's face twisted, while his Soul Power cultivation plummeted as though a dam had burst.

In the blink of an eye, the Evil Soul Master fell below rank seventy, then rank sixty, rank fifty...

Just as his Soul Power dropped to rank nineteen and he was nearly reduced to a cripple.

Mu En suddenly frowned.

"Hmm?"

Deep within the perception of his light Soul Power, a deeply concealed, bizarre strand of Soul Power quietly emerged.

This Soul Power was dark crimson bordering on black, thin as a hair, yet it was tightly wrapped around the Evil Soul Master's Soul Power and spiritual origin. A frigid soul aura clung to it as well.

There really is a restriction. Understanding dawned on Mu En, and his light Soul Power surged toward that strand of dark crimson Soul Power, intending to erase it in one stroke.

Buzz!

The instant the two streams of Soul Power came into contact, that dark crimson Soul Power suddenly flared up and counterattacked like a venomous snake, colliding head-on with Mu En's light Soul Power!

To his surprise, he found that this strand of Soul Power could actually contend with his own!

For the first time, a trace of gravity crossed Mu En's eyes.

He was a Limit Douluo, after all, and possessed two Soul Cores.

The quality of his Soul Power far surpassed that of a Title Douluo with only one Soul Core. Even a rank ninety-eight peak Super Douluo was no exception!

Other than Soul Masters blessed with extraordinary talent, there was only one possibility for someone to oppose him in this regard.

"...A Limit Douluo?" Mu En's expression suddenly changed drastically.

There was only one Evil Soul Master at the Limit Douluo level whom he could think of.

"Could you still be alive?" he murmured, looking somewhat dazed.

Then Mu En steadied himself, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

He no longer held back. Vast, ocean-like light Soul Power and immense spiritual power worked in tandem, slowly enveloping the dark crimson Soul Power like a Heavenly Net.

Even Mu En had to proceed with the utmost caution at this moment.

The person who had placed this restriction was a Limit Douluo. Mu En's spiritual power might have been somewhat stronger than the other party's.

However, he was not a spiritual-type Soul Master, so he could not completely suppress the other party in this field. Dispelling the restriction would not be easy.

If he tried to erase it by force, the slightest mistake could trigger the restriction.

At that point, the Evil Soul Master before him would become a giant bomb and explode in an instant.

Mu En naturally did not fear such an explosion, but this lead would be lost.

Only after quite some time did he make sure that the restriction inside the other man's body had been completely removed.

Immediately afterward, he looked at the ashen-faced Evil Soul Master and asked in a deep voice, "Who placed this restriction on you?"

"It was the Supreme Cult Leader!" the Evil Soul Master blurted out without the slightest hesitation.

Mu En's expression shifted, and a hint of urgency entered his voice.

"What is that Supreme Cult Leader's name?"

"I... I don't know." The Evil Soul Master shook his head, seeing Mu En's gaze turn cold.

He immediately changed his tune and hurriedly added,

"But I know someone who might know."

Seemingly afraid Mu En would kill him on the spot, he spoke especially quickly.

"Our Holy Spirit Cult has a stronghold in Heaven Dou City. The person in charge is an Evil Soul Master with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo. He definitely knows many secrets!"

"Good." Mu En nodded lightly. "Tell me the location of that stronghold."

"If I tell you, then could you..." The Evil Soul Master had barely begun when Mu En interrupted him.

"Speak."

Sensing the chill in Mu En's eyes, the Evil Soul Master shuddered all over. He did not dare say another word and quickly gave a string of addresses and code phrases.

"Very good." Mu En nodded faintly, and his expression finally softened.

Just as the Evil Soul Master thought he had been saved.

Smack—

A soft sound rang out, like a fallen leaf hitting the ground.

With a light pat from Mu En, an irresistible force of vibration swept through the Evil Soul Master's heart meridian.

The latter's body jerked, the light in his eyes rapidly dimmed, and he soon collapsed limply to the ground, devoid of breath.

Mu En turned and looked at Xia Ming, his gaze calm once more.

"Let's go. We'll take a look at the stronghold he mentioned."

At the same time, Mu En took out a voice transmission Soul Tool and informed Du Busi of the matter.

He also asked him to relay it to the Heavenly Soul Emperor, receiving an affirmative reply.

Mu En brought Xia Ming with him, with no intention whatsoever of concealing their tracks, and quickly arrived at the stronghold the other man had described.

Unexpectedly, it was not far from the Tang Sect's original site, which was now the Iron Blood Sect's headquarters.

On the surface, it was merely an ordinary merchant association.

If not for the Evil Soul Master's identification just now, no one would have imagined that this was actually a Holy Spirit Cult stronghold.

Mu En slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread slightly.

Buzz—

Silent ripples spread outward with him at their center.

Vast and pure light Soul Power formed an inverted giant bowl, silently sealing off the entire merchant association and everything within a radius of thirty zhang around it.

Beyond the barrier, pedestrians continued on their way and the streets remained as noisy as ever. Not a single person noticed anything unusual here.

"Who is it? How dare you make a move here? Don't you know I'm the one protecting this place?"

The merchant association's doors were violently pushed open, and a middle-aged man strode out.

However, when he sensed the Soul Power around him, his expression changed.

He swiftly suppressed his anger and even forced out a strained smile, his tone becoming exceedingly respectful.

"May I ask why Senior has come here?"

"This is Heaven Dou City. With the Soul Master Tournament being held recently, security is especially tight. If Senior attacks without cause at a time like this, then..."

The threat in his words could not have been clearer, but Mu En merely shook his head lightly. "No."

Before his words had even faded, the middle-aged man felt a gentle current of Soul Power coil around his body like ropes.

His vision blurred, and he was already sent floating out of the barrier, landing across the street. Though unharmed, he was terrified out of his wits.

This was only the beginning.

Mu En's spiritual power spread like spilled mercury, seeping into every corner of the merchant association.

All ordinary people whose Soul Power was weak or lacked any evil aura were steadily transferred to safety beyond the barrier amid a soft glow.

Within only a few breaths, the merchant association was left with only those who had failed to react in time, or the true targets who had been hiding in the shadows from the start.

Once he had finished all this, the last trace of gentleness vanished completely from Mu En's eyes.

A cold gleam flashed in his gaze as he pressed his palm downward slightly.

Boom—!

The entire merchant association was razed to the ground.

At that moment, several figures crawled out from the rubble.

Leading them was an elderly man wearing a black robe.

"You've got some nerve!" he said coldly.

The next moment, a cloud of black mist drifted outward.

"Attack together! Kill this old bastard quickly! We've been exposed—we need to leave at once!"