The Holy Ghost Church's Ghost Emperor Attacks; Dragon King Issues Mission to Slay Evil Soul Masters

"Hmph, you'd better hurry up!"

"We in the Hall of God of War won't wait around!"

Watching Darkness Bell's departing figure.

Vast Sea Douluo Chen Xinjie wore a look of deep disgust.

In truth, he hated this sort of thing.

But pressed by reality, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye.

Back when the Federation was still the Sun Moon Empire.

The imperial family had already been deeply entangled with the Holy Ghost Church.

During the era of Unrivaled Tang Sect.

The Holy Ghost Church's leader at the time had even served as the Sun Moon Empire's Imperial Preceptor.

That was a dark chapter of history that could not be avoided.

Although both sides had merely been using each other.

Facts were facts!

By comparison, Qiangu Dongfeng of the Pagoda of Spirit was actually much more pleased by such matters.

"Hehe, Lord God of War!"

"Having the Holy Ghost Church join us isn't so bad!"

"After all, there are plenty of things they can handle for us!"

Where there was light in this world, there would always be darkness.

Some people looked glamorous on the surface.

Yet secretly specialized in things that could not see the light of day.

Someone had to do the dirty work.

And the reason so many major powers flocked to the Holy Ghost Church.

Was precisely because they were suited to doing such sinister work.

"Hmph!"

"Give them three days at most. If Ghost Emperor doesn't show himself, the safeguard will belong to you and me!"

After casting a complicated glance at Qiangu Zhongfeng.

Chen Xinjie still forcibly suppressed his anger.

Then turned and returned to his own camp.

As one of the Federation's upper echelons.

He understood that small impatience could ruin great plans.

It was just that these people might never have imagined.

That the situation was far more complicated than they had thought.

Holy Ghost Church headquarters.

Inside a palace hidden within a dark space.

An icy, sinister aura continuously spread.

Countless black flames burned along both sides of the great hall.

"Dragon King..."

"Interesting."

The man seated at the highest point slowly opened his eyes.

He was one of the Holy Ghost Church's true rulers.

Ghost Emperor.

Over the years.

The Holy Ghost Church had remained hidden in the shadows of the continent.

They did not possess an open and legitimate identity like the Pagoda of Spirit.

Nor did they enjoy the Federation's recognition like the Hall of God of War.

However.

They had their own advantage.

They were everywhere.

Everywhere.

They had their people.

Every secret.

Could not escape their eyes.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, everyone outside is currently focused on that Dragon Valley."

"The Federation, the Pagoda of Spirit, and even the Star Luo Empire have already begun to move."

A black-robed man spoke softly.

Ghost Emperor did not answer.

He merely lightly tapped his fingers against his chair.

"Qiangu Dongfeng."

"Chen Xinjie."

"These old fools all think they can control the situation."

"But they have forgotten one thing."

"In this world, those best at seizing opportunities have never been the ones standing in the sunlight."

At this point.

A cold sneer appeared on Ghost Emperor's lips.

"It has always been us."

The black-robed man beside him immediately lowered his head.

"Lord Ghost Emperor, you mean?"

Ghost Emperor slowly rose to his feet.

Black Soul Power surged out like a tide.

"Dragon Valley cannot descend into chaos."

"At the very least, it cannot be controlled by them."

"But neither can we let those small fry go in and get a share of the spoils."

"Otherwise, in the end, the true treasures will be wasted on this rabble."

His voice grew colder and colder.

"Tell the people below."

"Begin clearing the field."

"Anyone unqualified to enter Dragon Valley."

"Drive them all away."

Very soon.

Strange messages began appearing across the continental network.

At first.

They were merely distress messages released by small clans.

[Our clan's disciples were attacked on their way to Dragon Valley!]

[The attackers' identities are unknown. They are suspected to be Evil Soul Masters!]

[We ask the Federation to investigate!]

At first.

Many people did not take it seriously.

After all, the situation across the continent was complicated now.

Conflicts over resources were nothing unusual.

But very quickly.

More and more messages appeared.

Several Soul Master teams preparing to head for Dragon Valley.

Suddenly lost contact.

Some small streamers broadcasting the situation around Dragon Valley.

Had their Livestreams inexplicably shut down.

Someone even uploaded a video.

In the video.

Several Soul Masters were setting up streaming equipment.

Preparing to record the situation near Dragon Valley.

Suddenly.

The Sky Curtain darkened.

A group of black-clad figures appeared in the distance.

Without any nonsense.

They directly launched an attack.

"It's the Holy Ghost Church!"

Someone recognized their attire.

In that instant.

The entire network exploded.

[Damn, the Holy Ghost Church is here too?]

[Weren't they being suppressed by the Federation?]

[These bastards really show up wherever there's excitement!]

[What are they trying to do?]

[What else could they want? They want to monopolize the Dragon King's opportunity!]

Just as these Evil Soul Masters became increasingly unrestrained.

Luo Feng, who was stuck in the ground, also noticed this abnormal phenomenon.

After becoming a member of the Dragon Clan, all his senses had become extremely sharp.

Especially his sense of smell.

"Ah-choo!"

"It's that smell again—a mix of stinky tofu and rotten fish."

He had originally been resting with his eyes half-closed.

But the stench of those Evil Soul Masters made his entire body uncomfortable.

So he opened his eyes and casually swept his gaze around.

Only to spot those black-clad people wantonly wreaking havoc around the outskirts of the valley.

And he immediately locked onto their strongest member.

"Damn Holy Ghost Church?"

"They even sent a Limit Douluo?"

"Ghost Emperor?"

Luo Feng had no idea how he recognized him.

Anyway, the moment he saw that man's face and the disgusting skeleton soldiers he had summoned.

He matched him with that character from the original novel!

"I can tolerate the Hall of God of War, the Pagoda of Spirit, and even those unkempt Soul Beasts!"

"But I really hate this bunch of dark cuisine!"

Just as the Dragon King muttered those words.

The system prompt in his mind sounded once more!

[Ding! It has been detected that you are experiencing considerable disgust. Would you like to issue a bounty mission to clean them up?]

What was this?

If he saw Evil Soul Masters he disliked, he could even issue a mission to have others chop them up?

"Good, good, good!"

"I like this feature!"

"Release the mission already!"

He had never expected his system to be used like this.

[Ding! The mission has been issued. It will be displayed above Dragon Valley in the form of a Sky Curtain!]

[PS: Since the host is a member of the Dragon Clan, the text displayed will appear in Paleo-Dragon Language.]

What the hell?

Before Luo Feng could get an explanation.

A huge black energy screen truly appeared before his eyes.

The task requirements were marked above in Chinese characters.

To Luo Feng, a transmigrator, it didn't seem like much of a problem.

These were the Chinese characters he encountered every day.

But this was Douluo Continent.

Although the language was mutually intelligible with theirs.

The written script was vastly different.

Yet when the Sky Curtain appeared, it immediately drew attention from every side.

And those bloggers who knew how to chase trending topics swiftly aimed their cameras at the sky.

[Guys, look!]

[What kind of writing is that?]

[The strokes look so majestic and imposing.]

[Holy crap, isn't that the Paleo-Dragon Language of Douluo Continent?]

[Legend says this was the writing used by the Dragon God back then. Is the underground Dragon King trying to hint at something?]

[The entire internet is begging—does anyone know how to decipher the Paleo-Dragon Language?]

[Big money for a translation, 666!]