Instant Kill Evil Soul Master Super Douluo

"It seems you are nothing more than this." Long Yuan flicked his hand casually. A golden light emerged from his palm, gradually elongating and thickening until it transformed into a long spear, which he gripped firmly.

It was a spear about five meters long, brilliant gold in its entirety, with faint, dark dragon-shaped patterns visible upon its surface.

It was none other than the Golden Dragon Spear!

Of course, this was certainly not the true divine artifact, but rather one Long Yuan had mimicked using his own power.

The genuine Golden Dragon Spear was still within the sixth seal inside Tang Wulin's body.

Speaking of the Golden Dragon Spear's origins, Long Yuan felt a sense of irritation. When the Golden Dragon King was first born, he had fought a great war against the gods of the God Realm and suffered significant injuries, even having one of his ribs broken. That broken rib naturally became a trophy for the gods.

The Golden Dragon Spear was, naturally, what that rib had transformed into.

"Arrogant! You merely ambushed me; today, I shall let you witness the true strength of a Super Douluo!"

Shi Qian refused to be outdone. He raised the Ten Thousand Soul Banner in his hand and stood in a standoff against Long Yuan.

"Oh? It seems you are quite confident that you can defeat me?"

Tap—tap—tap—

Long Yuan held the spear in one hand, walking forward step by step.

Shi Qian's mental energy was entirely focused on Long Yuan. He felt as if the flow of time around him had slowed down. The opponent's dull footsteps rang out in his heart like the tolling of a death knell. The abyss-like, prison-like Dragon Might surged toward him once more, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back, sliding down.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Finally, when Long Yuan was only five steps away, Shi Qian could no longer endure it.

If this continued, his mental energy would likely collapse first.

"Ahhh—Ghost Domain Torrent!"

Shi Qian roared, adding a sliver of insignificant courage to himself, and swung the Ten Thousand Soul Banner with all his might. His eighth soul ring lit up, and black mist, carrying countless pale souls, transformed into a sky-filling storm that surged toward Long Yuan.

This was his strongest offensive soul skill. The ghost storm stirred up by those countless souls was not only ferociously lethal but could also instantly assimilate any soul it touched, continuously strengthening itself.

It could be said that for an Evil Soul Master of his type, he was most adept at "harvesting leeks." In cities without powerful soul masters, he could sweep through an entire city just by releasing his eighth soul skill once!

"Boring." Long Yuan shook his head. The Golden Dragon Spear in his hand traced an arc, slashing diagonally from the upper right to the lower left, leaving a golden trail in front of him as if a dragon's claw had raked through the air.

A sharp aura erupted, and the golden light instantly tore through the incoming Ghost Domain. The souls within did not even have time to wail before they were shredded into pieces, turning into ash and dissipating.

This was Long Yuan's second soul skill, which also represented his second special authority—"Tear." It was a conceptual ability; even something as ethereal and mysterious as a soul was no exception.

"How is this possible? You didn't even use a soul skill, how could you possibly break my Ghost Domain Torrent?!"

Seeing that his strongest attack had no effect, Shi Qian's mental state completely collapsed, and he began to scream loudly.

"Hm? Did my soul rings not light up?" Long Yuan twirled the spear. "Fine, thanks for the reminder. I'll remember next time."

In truth, Long Yuan's six soul rings were manifestations of his own special authority—they were his own abilities—so whether they lit up or not depended on his mood. If he wanted to put on a show, he would just let them flash symbolically.

He really hadn't paid attention just now.

Seeing Long Yuan continue to approach him with an air of indifference, Shi Qian panicked. He raised the Ten Thousand Soul Banner: "Stop right there! If you dare to come any closer, I will detonate all the souls of the Blacksmith Association! I haven't refined them yet, so they still have a chance to be saved! You don't want them to truly die, do you?"

Long Yuan's footsteps paused.

Shi Qian thought his threat had worked. Grasping at a straw, he hurriedly continued to roar: "You heard me! Now, hurry up and let me leave!"

"Hahaha! Ridiculous!" Long Yuan laughed loudly. "Pitiful human, if you want to destroy those souls, feel free."

With that, Long Yuan actually stopped and gestured for the other to "go ahead."

"You, you really aren't afraid..."

"Too much chatter!" Long Yuan's gaze sharpened. The Golden Dragon Spear flew from his hand, piercing through the Ten Thousand Soul Banner like a meteor.

The authority of "Shatter" was activated. The Ten Thousand Soul Banner, along with the souls and black mist inside, instantly turned into dust and ceased to exist.

"Cough, cough—you—" With his martial soul shattered, Shi Qian spat out a large mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground. His entire aura withered, and his soul power began to drain away like a leaking balloon.

But his eyes were filled with shock: the person before him was even more ruthless than he was, striking without hesitation despite so many souls still having a chance at survival!

He had originally planned that if he could make the opponent hesitate for just a moment, he could seize the chance to use his ninth soul skill, Ten Thousand Souls Possession, to absorb all the souls in the banner to strengthen his power. Then, combined with his unique soul-detonation technique—a move that would hurt the enemy by a thousand while damaging himself by two thousand—the opponent could never remain unscathed, giving him a chance to escape.

"Can't figure it out?" Long Yuan flashed before him and pulled the Golden Dragon Spear, which had embedded itself deep into the wall, out. "Then I shall spare you the pain of thinking."

As he spoke, Long Yuan stomped the spear down. The pointed tip at the end landed on Shi Qian's head, causing it to burst open like a watermelon.

"Threatening me with humans? Heh..."

He was the Golden Dragon King, one of the supreme existences even within the Dragon Clan. Mere humans were nothing more than ants by the roadside. Would one feel pity upon seeing someone burning an anthill while out for a walk?

Furthermore, even if those souls absorbed into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner were released, was there any guarantee they could be saved?

With those Evil Soul Masters around, it would be a miracle if these people were left with intact corpses. So, even if Shi Qian had released those souls, it would have been useless—would they just be released to become wandering ghosts?

Long Yuan shook his head. He swept his divine sense across the area and immediately located those who were still alive—both the Evil Soul Masters and the blacksmiths and staff who had not been found.

They were merely Evil Soul Masters with low cultivation. Long Yuan only needed to lock onto their positions with his divine sense and crush them with his Dragon Might.

Half a minute later, the head of the last Evil Soul Master exploded. The eighty-three Evil Soul Masters who had attacked the Blacksmith Association were declared completely wiped out, with no survivors.

"Twenty-three are still alive; they were quite clever..."

"Ugh, where is this..."

Long Yuan stepped forward quickly: "Wulin, you're awake! How do you feel?"