The Holy Spirit Cult Comes to Deliver Heads Again! Nether Douluo Walks Right Into the Trap

"This!"

Ma Xiaotao's jade-white fingers clenched tightly around the exquisitely crafted ten-thousand-year warm jade casing of the God-Sealing Platform.

A faint yet extraordinarily pure ultimate chill kept seeping through her fingertips.

That coldness did not make her feel any piercing discomfort at all. Instead, it was like a pool of clear spring water.

It slowly flowed through the meridians in her body that had been tormented by evil fire all year round, bringing an unprecedented comfort and peace.

She sensed this divine object's natural suppression and nourishment of her martial soul.

This usually proud and fiery senior sister of Shrek Academy's inner courtyard now had unconcealable ecstasy filling her peach-blossom eyes.

She truly could not bear to put it down. She could no longer even spare a glance for the rare treasures displayed on the auction stage afterward.

Unable to suppress the throbbing in her heart, she nestled her soft, delicate body into Luo Feng's broad, warm embrace.

She stretched out both arms and locked them tightly around the man's neck, breathing fragrant warmth by his ear as she lowered her voice and coquettishly complained.

"Ah Feng, the energy inside this treasure is too amazing. The moment my evil fire touches it, it becomes especially obedient.

"The rest of the auction won't be interesting anyway. Let's hurry back to the room.

"Keep me company and help me properly 'study' this embryo. And while we're at it...

"Help me strengthen my foundation and replenish my essence, all right?"

Looking at the little woman in his arms, her cheeks slightly flushed, her eyes brimming with endless spring feeling and dependence as if drawing silken threads...

How could Luo Feng not know what the "study" she spoke of really meant?

After breaking through to the peak of Rank 79 Soul Sage, his vitality and energy had already become as vigorous as an ancient beast's.

Faced with such a direct and passionate late-night invitation from his official queen, he naturally had no reason to refuse.

Luo Feng dotingly tapped Ma Xiaotao's pert little nose.

Then he greeted Xu Jiujiu, who stood respectfully at the side, fervent and eager to throw herself at him.

"Your Highness, thank you for your gift. The Star Luo Empire is my friend now!"

Under the reluctant and infatuated gaze of the Star Luo Empire's eldest princess...

Luo Feng instructed Yu Mengdi, who was waiting outside the door, to return first through the hotel's main hall.

As for him, he planned to take Ma Xiaotao along a quieter, more secluded path through the royal garden.

They would enjoy a sweet world that belonged only to the two of them.

The night deepened, and the prosperous clamor of Star Luo City was shut out beyond the towering palace walls.

Bright moonlight poured down like water, stretching two interwoven, slender shadows across the winding bluestone path.

Along the way, Ma Xiaotao chattered nonstop to Luo Feng, sharing her joy at having just obtained the hundred-thousand-year embryo.

Her entire body radiated the happiness of a woman nestling against the one she loved, and even her usual catlike stride seemed a little lighter.

However, as the two gradually walked side by side into the dense shadow of the ancient trees at the deepest part of the garden...

The gentle evening breeze around them suddenly stopped without warning.

In its place came a sticky, deathly silence that made one's hair stand on end.

"Whoosh!"

The surrounding temperature plummeted wildly in just a few short seconds.

But this cold was definitely not the pure, holy, extreme chill emitted by the God-Sealing Platform in Ma Xiaotao's arms.

Instead, it was a sinister, venomous cold mixed with a dense stench of corpses, rotten blood, and the howling of countless vengeful ghosts, nauseating to the extreme.

"Looks like these people from the Holy Spirit Cult really are in a hurry to come deliver experience to me."

The arm Luo Feng had around Ma Xiaotao's slender waist paused slightly, and his footsteps stopped.

Not only did the corners of his mouth show not the slightest panic, they instead curled into a cruel, playful, wicked arc.

After devouring and purifying the lifetime cultivation of the Rank 91 Masked Douluo and successfully breaking out of his cocoon to become a peak Rank 79 Soul Sage...

His Six-Winged Archangel martial soul's sensitivity toward the aura of such filthy, ugly evil soul masters...

Had already sharpened to an almost unreasonable, terrifying degree.

"Kekekeke... As expected of Shrek Academy's peerless genius, one worthy of making the cult master personally issue a kill order.

"That sharp spiritual perception of yours does suit that Six-Winged Angel martial soul unseen for ten thousand years."

Accompanied by a hoarse, miserable laugh that made the scalp tingle...

On the path ahead, the shadows of the surrounding trees seemed to come alive.

Like spilled ink, they twisted and spread wildly across the ground.

In the end, the black shadows rose from the earth.

They gathered into an old man dressed in a pitch-black robe, his face withered like a dried corpse.

Two balls of ghostly green flame flickered in the old man's sunken eye sockets.

The nine sinister, terrifying soul rings circling him shone against one another in the dark night.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Beneath the Holy Spirit Cult's Grand Elder, a rank ninety-two agility-attack-type Titled Douluo—Nether Douluo!

During the day, after he had witnessed Luo Feng display the divine might of the Six-Winged Archangel from the Sun Moon Empire's waiting area, he had already regarded him as a thorn in his side.

Tonight, he had originally been ordered to provide covert support for Masked Douluo, who had gone to assassinate Luo Feng.

But he waited and waited, and still never saw Masked Douluo's signal.

Instead, just now, inside Starlight Special Auction House...

He had watched helplessly as the Star Luo imperial family handed that priceless treasure, the [God-Sealing Platform], over to Ma Xiaotao.

Whoosh!

At that instant, greed and killing intent completely overwhelmed Nether Douluo's reason.

As long as he silently erased these two Shrek brats here tonight, without anyone the wiser...

Not only would he render a tremendous service by removing the threat of the Archangel, he would also obtain a hundred-thousand-year soul beast embryo for nothing.

And Ma Xiaotao's perfect body, which possessed the bloodline of an ultimate-fire phoenix!

"Little brats from Shrek, you ignored the road to heaven and barged into hell where there was no gate."

Nether Douluo's withered, eagle-claw-like fingers fixed firmly on the jade box in Ma Xiaotao's arms.

The greed in his eyes had almost condensed into something tangible.

"Hand over that hundred-thousand-year embryo like good children.

"I may be merciful enough to leave this Six-Winged Archangel boy an intact corpse.

"As for you, little fire phoenix...

"Tsk, tsk. You can stay behind as the finest furnace for my cultivation of Nether Evil Fire. I'll cherish you properly!"

"You're courting death, you old bastard! Watch your filthy mouth!"

Ma Xiaotao's delicate brows shot upright, and a violent dark-red evil fire instantly surged from her peach-blossom eyes.

As Shrek Academy's senior sister, when had she ever suffered such vulgar, insulting teasing?

What was more, this old thing actually dared say such things in front of the man she loved.

This was practically trampling the dignity of the Evil Fire Phoenix under a leather shoe!

With a boom, scorching dark red-lotus flames burst from her body, baking the surrounding bluestone tiles until they cracked instantly.

However, before she could charge out...

A warm, broad hand gently but firmly pressed down on her shoulder.

"Sister Xiaotao, don't get angry. Why bother arguing with a dried corpse that's about to turn to dust?"

As Luo Feng spoke, he unhurriedly pulled Ma Xiaotao behind him.

At the same time, he sized up Nether Douluo before him with a teasing look that seemed to be staring at a dead man—no, even at a "high-level experience pack"—and chuckled.

"Perfect. I just fused with a new hundred-thousand-year soul ring and broke through to the peak of rank seventy-nine.

"I was just worrying that I couldn't find a whetstone with enough weight to test these four brand-new hundred-thousand-year law soul skills of mine.

"The Holy Spirit Cult's Titled Douluo really are a bunch of qualified tools who show up whenever they're called."