Crushing the Stronghold, Holy Spirit Cult Intelligence

"Kill this old thing as quickly as possible!"

Hearing him say this, Xia Ming could not help but let out a snort of laughter.

Facing a Mu En who had recovered his health, even if Ye Xishui were to come here in person, bringing the entire Holy Spirit Cult's Evil Soul Douluos with her, she might not dare to boast so boldly.

Let alone a mere Soul Douluo bringing along a few Evil Soul Saints?

Clearly, this group of Evil Soul Masters had no idea what kind of enemy they were facing.

At this moment, the old man gave an order, and all seven figures, including himself, erupted with astonishingly evil soul power simultaneously.

In an instant, black mist surged and permeated the light barrier, the wailing of departed souls faintly emanating from within, while yellow, purple, and black soul rings flickered unsteadily in the haze.

Six Soul Saints and one Soul Douluo—all of them were Evil Soul Masters with bizarre methods capable of fighting above their rank!

Such a force could not be considered weak anywhere; it was even enough to stir up a storm of blood across the continent.

If it were an ordinary Titled Douluo, they might truly have been killed by them.

However, what they were facing was a genuine Limit Douluo, and furthermore, the Bright Sacred Dragon who currently possessed the deepest research on the continent regarding how to restrain them!

Mu En did not even activate his Martial Soul Possession; he simply stepped forward calmly.

He raised his right palm and pushed it forward in an understated manner.

A golden halo, pure to the extreme, quietly expanded from his palm, instantly covering the entire sky!

Within the halo, rich light-attribute soul power flowed as if it were tangible.

"Ang--!"

A clear, resonant dragon roar rang through the heavens—not just one, but thousands!

Within the golden halo, countless phantoms of the Bright Sacred Dragon, condensed from the purest light-attribute soul power, emerged!

The next moment.

"Boom--!"

Thousands of dragon shadows suddenly transformed into golden lightning, sweeping across the halo with disdain.

Dragon Emperor Quake Domain!

This was a powerful soul skill uniquely created by Mu En, specifically designed to counter Evil Soul Masters.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Amidst the continuous roaring, these Evil Soul Masters, who were enough to make any Titled Douluo frown, were as fragile as paper before this absolute power and elemental suppression.

When the light dissipated, only the black-robed Soul Douluo elder remained, lying on the ground, gasping his last breaths.

His entire body was charred black, his soul power completely crippled.

The only reason he survived was not because he could withstand such an attack, but because Mu En needed him alive to provide intelligence.

Mu En skillfully neutralized the restrictions within the man's body and then asked:

"What is the name of your Holy Spirit Cult's Supreme Cult Leader? How many people are there, and how are they organized? And where is your headquarters?"

Captured in a single blow, the Evil Soul Master was already frightened out of his wits.

Under the pressure of a Limit Douluo and his own survival instinct, he spilled everything he knew like beans pouring from a bamboo tube.

The Supreme Cult Leader was the Death God Douluo, and there was one Cult Leader and one Deputy Cult Leader.

Beneath the two leaders were eight great elders, all of whom were Titled Douluo-level powerhouses.

The Offering Hall contained twelve offerings, and the Chief Offering was the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao.

Beneath him were eleven offerings, all of whom were powerhouses with cultivation levels above Titled Douluo, five of whom were Super Douluos.

This was entirely consistent with the intelligence Xia Ming had obtained from the original work.

Listening to his answers, Mu En's expression grew increasingly grave.

He had never imagined that these Evil Soul Masters had developed into such a deep-seated threat within the Sun Moon Empire.

What chilled him even more was that such large-scale activity by the Evil Soul Masters could never have escaped the eyes of the Sun Moon Empire's upper echelons.

Yet, they had made no move, tacitly allowing their existence, clearly having reached some sort of consensus.

A cold glint flashed in Mu En's eyes; he asked no more and killed the dying Evil Soul Master with a single slap.

The dust settled, but Mu En stood rooted to the spot for a long time, his brows tightly locked.

Upon learning the location of the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters, his first thought was to contact the powerhouses of the three empires, assemble high-level combat strength, and wipe out this malignant tumor with thunderous force.

However, thinking of the location of their headquarters—the words "Evil Demon Forest"—forced him to suppress this impulse.

That was the Evil Demon Forest, the territory of the Evil Eye Tyrant Sovereign.

If they hadn't reached a cooperation with the Evil Emperor, how could the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters possibly be located there?

In other words, when besieging the Holy Spirit Cult, the Evil Emperor would very likely step in to assist them.

This was the second-ranked fierce beast of the continent, a peerless existence who had once fought the Beast God Di Tian to a mutual stalemate!

Its strength surpassed that of a human Limit Douluo; it was the undisputed second-strongest among the soul beasts of the continent.

Mu En mused that although his injuries had nearly healed after consuming the immortal herb, he had instead broken through and stood again, faintly advancing even further.

He believed that if he were to face a single Limit Douluo, he would certainly gain the upper hand.

Even if his two old friends were to attack him together, it was not impossible for him to hold them to a stalemate.

However, unless he was in Shrek City and could borrow the power of the Golden Tree, he was absolutely no match for the Evil Emperor.

Even if he could hold off two Limit Douluos, the other Title Douluos combined would never be able to stop the Evil Emperor.

Therefore, he still had to think of other ways.

Fortunately, time was on his side.

Mu En took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his churning thoughts.

He turned around, his gaze falling upon Xia Ming beside him, the gravity in his eyes gradually transforming into expectation.

"You have asked everything that needed to be asked; go and reunite with the others first. I need to go find a few people to discuss this matter."

"Yes." Xia Ming nodded solemnly.

He knew clearly in his heart that Mu En, having learned of the existence of the Holy Spirit Cult in advance, would inevitably take some measures.

Perhaps he could curb the momentum of the other side and buy himself time to develop.

Once he grew up normally, what would two Limit Douluos and a double-digit number of Title Douluos from the Holy Spirit Cult matter?

Let's see if any of them could withstand a single punch from him!

Seeing that Xia Ming had not been frightened by the terrifying strength of the Holy Spirit Cult, but had instead become even more high-spirited, Mu En nodded with satisfaction.

The next moment, he vanished from where he stood, and the light barrier gradually dissipated.

The people outside finally saw the scene within, and the guards who had rushed over upon hearing the news heard a gentle voice in their ears.

"This old man is Mu En, Pavilion Master of the Sea God Pavilion at Shrek Academy. I am here to exterminate evil soul masters; your Emperor is already aware of this matter."

Consequently, the guards did not make things difficult for the others present, merely surrounding the chamber of commerce and taking away those who belonged to it.

Whether they had colluded with the evil soul masters was a matter that still required careful judgment.

As for Xia Ming, he had long since slipped away amidst the chaos, and no one present had paid any attention to a child like him.

It did not take long for him to reach the auction house and reunite with the rest of the reserve team.

Although Chen Zifeng and the others were curious about what he had been doing, they did not immediately voice their questions.

After all, the auction was about to begin, and they were all filled with anticipation.