Slaying a Holy Spirit Cult Masked Douluo, I Break My Cocoon and Become a Soul Sage!

"A mere level fifty-nine Soul King, even if your martial soul defies the heavens..."

"This gulf of more than thirty levels—I can crush you to death with soul power alone!"

"Swallow him!"

Faced with Luo Feng's soul-bone skill...

How could a level ninety-one Titled Douluo be some ordinary nobody?

"Kill!"

Masked Douluo let out a hysterical roar.

That ugly face twisted completely from extreme fear and rage.

He frantically began burning his own evil essence blood.

The eighth black soul ring on his body erupted with piercing ghostly light at the same time as his ninth soul ring.

Under the infusion of that vast soul power, the green poisonous maggots filling the sky swelled to twice their size again.

They tangled with one another and fused.

In the narrow space of the corridor, they actually transformed into the phantom of a Thousand-Legged Demon Insect dozens of meters long, reeking of nauseating corpse stench and deadly poison.

It opened its abyss-like maw, trying to swallow that golden, sacred giant fist in one bite!

Rumble!

The golden divine fist and the ghastly green demon insect crashed together with a thunderous impact!

Hiss, hiss, hiss!

Two utterly different, diametrically opposed forces frantically ground against each other.

The air in the corridor was compressed violently, letting out sonic booms as if it could no longer bear the strain.

Masked Douluo bit through the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of black blood into the air, using all his strength to maintain the demon insect's form.

He could feel it.

The moment his poisonous soul power—strong enough to corrode an ordinary Soul Douluo—touched that golden light...

It was like ice and snow meeting a furnace, melting away at a terrifying speed.

Hold on! He's only a Soul King. His soul power reserves can't possibly outlast mine!

Masked Douluo roared madly in his heart.

"Trying to win through attrition? Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about an Archangel's 'purification'?"

Suspended in midair, Luo Feng's lips curled into a cold, contemptuous arc.

He did not add any further attack. He merely stared coldly ahead.

Just as Masked Douluo thought he could barely hold the stalemate...

That golden Angel Annihilation Divine Fist suddenly changed.

Countless golden cracks split across the surface of the fist seal.

Like a holy lotus blooming amid despair, it erupted with dazzling radiance that could not be looked at directly!

Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss!

Shrill screams rang out from inside that massive demon insect.

This was not merely a collision of energy. It was a one-sided cleansing of the soul!

"What?"

Masked Douluo discovered in terror that his evil soul power was not only being blocked, but forcibly stripped away and purified!

That golden light was like an enormous sacred furnace.

It forcibly drew in the countless resentful souls he had devoured over the past several decades, along with the immense evil energy he had accumulated.

The poisonous green mist was scorched and stripped away within the golden light.

The evil power that had originally reeked of blood and filth...

After being tempered by the laws of the Archangel, it actually transformed into wisps of utterly pure origin soul power, without the slightest impurity!

"No... no! What the hell are you doing?"

"My soul power! My cultivation!"

Masked Douluo finally panicked.

The cultivation he took such pride in was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye: level ninety-one, level ninety, level eighty-nine...

And that purified, refined soul power did not disperse into the air.

Instead, it turned into golden starlight filling the sky and poured madly into the Six-Winged Archangel phantom behind Luo Feng like rivers flowing into the sea!

This was the cruelest counter a Six-Winged Angel martial soul had against evil soul masters.

All your sins and cultivation would become nourishment for a god's evolution!

As the vast, pure energy entered him, a rumble like muffled thunder echoed from within Luo Feng's body.

The soul-power bottleneck that had originally been at the peak of rank fifty-nine was like fragile window paper in that instant, torn through at once by the surging soul power!

Luo Feng narrowed his eyes in comfort, while Masked Douluo across from him had already fallen into true desperation.

"Monster... You're a man-eating monster!

"The Holy Spirit Cult won't let you off!"

He watched the ninth soul skill he had been so proud of be completely dismantled.

Feeling the life force and soul power draining from his body at terrifying speed, Masked Douluo finally lost all will to fight.

He suddenly bit off one of his fingers, trying to use the most vicious Blood Escape Technique of evil soul masters.

"Trying to leave now? Too late."

Luo Feng's gaze abruptly turned cold, and his right hand clenched hard in the air.

"Destruction!"

"Boom!"

That golden giant fist, which had already devoured the phantom of the demonic insect completely, crossed the distance of space in an instant and slammed solidly into Masked Douluo's chest!

"Urgh!"

"Ah!"

Under this ultimate light of sanctity and destruction, Masked Douluo let out the most miserable scream of his life.

Golden light sliced open his flesh like sharp blades, and sacred fire blazed through every inch of his meridians.

His soul, branded with the revenge mark planted by the Holy Spirit Cult, did not even have a chance to escape.

It was directly crushed and vaporized by this overwhelmingly tyrannical divine skill!

His body collapsed, turning inch by inch into light.

In just a few short seconds, a mighty rank ninety-one Titled Douluo

was burned completely into golden ash that filled the air right in front of Luo Feng, without even the slightest trace of evil energy left behind.

It was so clean it was as if he had never existed in this world at all.

The corridor once again returned to a deathly silence.

Only the dense sacred aura lingering in the air spoke of the soul-stirring, one-sided slaughter that had just taken place.

Luo Feng slowly withdrew his right arm and took a deep breath.

The enormous energy produced after Masked Douluo's lifetime of cultivation had been purified was now surging wildly through his meridians, waiting to be fully digested.

Just then, the long-absent mechanical voice rang out in his mind like heavenly music:

[Ding! Detected that the host has successfully slain across ranks and completely purified a rank ninety-one evil soul master (Masked Douluo)!]

[Assessment complete: In this battle, the host perfectly displayed the sacred majesty of the Six-Winged Archangel.

Achieved absolute suppression across thirty ranks, completely stripped away and purified high-level evil soul power, leaving not a single hidden danger behind!]

[Congratulations, host, for achieving the hidden achievement "Reverse-Slaying a Titled Douluo"! Limit-breaking god-tier rewards will now be issued!]

[Reward One: Cultivation Mega-Crit! Congratulations, host, you have received a reward of twenty instant ranks of soul power!]

[Reward Two: Boundless Divine Grace! Congratulations, host, you have received 100,000-year God-Bestowed Spirit Ring ×2!]

"Boom!"

The instant the system notification fell, the soul power inside Luo Feng erupted like a volcano that had slept for ten thousand years, going completely out of control!

The rank-sixty barrier he had just broken through, before the system's overbearing and unreasonable reward, could not block this violent momentum of advancement at all.

Rank sixty-one, rank sixty-five, rank seventy...

His cultivation soared all the way upward without the slightest stagnation.

Only when it broke through the peak of rank seventy-nine and pressed right up against the threshold of a rank eighty Soul Douluo

did that raging tide of soul power, like an enraged dragon, slowly calm down!

"Whoosh!"

Immediately afterward, two blinding rays of light, like thick blood, descended from the deepest reaches of the void.

They were two crimson soul rings, one large and one small, containing endless pressure!

Carrying the vast and savage aura unique to 100,000-year soul beasts, they slowly settled around Luo Feng.

They firmly occupied the positions of his sixth and seventh soul rings!

At this point, beneath Luo Feng's feet, four crimson 100,000-year soul rings radiating terrifying pressure were shockingly circling, illuminating the entire corridor in an interweaving of blood-red and gold.

[Ding, congratulations on fusing with new 100,000-year soul rings. Matching new soul skills. Please wait...]