Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo Return

Luo Yun's lips curled slightly.

That smile held bloodthirsty cruelty, the gratification of revenge, and a sense of relief as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

What the God Trial demanded of him and what he wanted to do were one and the same.

It seemed this group of people truly deserved to die.

From this day on, the ruins of Frost Ridge City turned into a purgatory.

Luo Yun did not sleep, did not eat, and did not rest.

Like a tireless killing machine, he wove through the streets and alleys of Frost Ridge City, hunting down every Spirit Hall spirit master hiding in the ruins.

He needed no interrogation, no confirmation; as soon as he saw the twin-sword emblem on the white armor, the Moon Eclipse Sword would leave its sheath.

No one could parry his strike, no one could escape from his Moon Eclipse Sword, and no one could maintain their sanity within his Domain of the God of Slaughter.

On the first day, he killed two hundred and thirty-seven people.

Corpses were everywhere in the ruins—some slumped beside collapsed walls, some sprawled across charred wooden beams, and others curled up in dark corners.

Blood flowed from every direction of the ruins, merging into dark red rivulets that followed the slope of the streets, gathering into small pools in the low-lying areas.

On the second day, he killed another one hundred and eighty-nine people.

Some tried to flee, escaping the boundaries of Frost Ridge City and running toward the south.

Luo Yun spread his Wings of Destruction, pursued them for thirty miles, and cleaved the last fleeing spirit master in two mid-air, the corpse plummeting into the wilderness.

Luo Yun hovered in mid-air, watching the body hit the ground, his scarlet eyes devoid of emotion, before turning and flying back to Frost Ridge City.

On the third day, Ghost Leopard Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo rushed back from the Far North.

Two figures streaked across the southern sky, moving at extreme speed and leaving two visible trails of airflow in the atmosphere.

Luo Yun sat atop a pile of ruins in the center of Frost Ridge City, surrounded by mountains of corpses.

He had killed over four hundred people; eventually, there was no room left for the bodies, so he had stacked them one by one into a small hill.

He sat at the very peak, the Moon Eclipse Sword thrust into the pile of corpses beside him, his chin resting on one hand, his scarlet eyes fixed on the two figures drawing closer in the sky, motionless.

Ghost Leopard Douluo landed first.

His spirit was the Nether Ghost Leopard, a speed-type Title Douluo, level ninety-two.

The moment he landed, he made almost no sound.

His first reaction was not to look at the child sitting on the pile of corpses, but to scan his surroundings—everywhere were bodies, everywhere were fragments of Spirit Hall armor, everywhere were dried bloodstains.

His pupils shrank to the size of pinpricks, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

The second figure landed.

Demon Bear Douluo, a power-type Title Douluo, level ninety-one.

His physique was as massive as a moving hill; the ground shook when he landed.

His gaze swept over the sea of corpses, his expression shifting from nonchalance to gravity, and then from gravity to uncontrollable rage.

He suddenly looked up at the small, dark purple figure sitting atop the corpse pile, a low growl rumbling in his throat.

"Did you do this?" Demon Bear Douluo's voice sounded as if it were squeezed from his throat, every word laced with killing intent.

Luo Yun sat on the pile of corpses, looking down at these two Title Douluos, his scarlet eyes devoid of emotion.

He did not answer, nor did he even blink, just staring at them as if they were two corpses that had yet to draw their final breath.

Ghost Leopard Douluo's gaze lingered on Luo Yun for a few moments, then shifted to the mountain of corpses beneath him; his Adam's apple bobbed as he couldn't help but swallow hard.

He had lived for so many years, seen countless cold-blooded monsters, and witnessed battlefields flowing with blood, but he had never seen a six-year-old child sitting on a pile of corpses with an expression as calm as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.

"Is this brat... even human?" Ghost Leopard Douluo's voice trembled slightly. "Is he really not a ghost?"

Demon Bear Douluo let out a cold snort, the sound as loud as a thunderclap.

He clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking as he braced himself.

A six-year-old brat—what was there to fear?

Even if he were a god's successor, even if he had twin spirits, even if he had killed over four hundred low-level spirit masters.

So what? He was a Title Douluo, a level ninety-one Title Douluo; would he be afraid of a six-year-old child?

He strode toward Luo Yun, his steps heavy, each one causing the ground to tremble.

As he walked, he cursed, his voice growing louder and more foul.

"You little bastard, do you know whose people you've killed? You little runt, thinking you can go against Spirit Hall just because you have a few tricks? We chased your father, a Title Douluo, like a dog; what do you think you are?"

Demon Bear Douluo reached the pile of corpses and looked up at Luo Yun sitting at the peak, the flesh on his face twisted with rage, his eyes bloodshot, looking more like a demon than Luo Yun.

"If you're smart, get down here yourself and kowtow three times before This Seat, and This Seat might let you die quickly. Otherwise..."

Luo Yun's eyes shifted.

Demon Bear Douluo did not finish his sentence.

The sky changed.

The once-clear sky darkened in an instant, as if an invisible giant hand had blotted out the sun.

Dark clouds surged from all directions, converging above Frost Ridge City into a massive vortex, its center positioned directly over Luo Yun's head.

Violet-red thunder rolled within the dark clouds, emitting a deafening roar as if gestating something terrifying.

Demon Bear Douluo's voice caught in his throat.

He looked up at the massive thunder vortex in the sky, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpricks.

His intuition told him that those bolts of lightning posed a direct threat to his life.

But he no longer had time to be afraid.

Luo Yun raised his hand slightly, his movement as casual as swatting away a fly.

The thunder vortex in the sky turned violent in an instant, violet-red lightning churning madly within the clouds before a bolt as thick as a giant dragon crashed down from the center, striking straight toward Demon Bear Douluo.

Demon Bear Douluo's reaction was nothing if not fast.

His ninth soul ring lit up, jet-black light flowing around his body.

His seventh soul ring lit up: Demon Bear Avatar.

His body expanded threefold in an instant, his skin covered by a thick, rock-like horny layer as he transformed into a true giant bear.

He crossed his arms above his head, concentrating all his soul power into them, preparing to take the blow head-on.

The lightning descended.

BOOM!

The massive roar shook the entire ruins of Frost Ridge City, causing rubble to tumble from collapsed walls and dust to rise, blotting out the sky.

Ghost Leopard Douluo was forced back a dozen steps by the shockwave, shielding his eyes with his hands and squinting toward the spot where the lightning had struck.