Ming Lei: "Fuck! I'm Done For!"

A cold, sun-blocking domain stretched across the sky, filled with countless vicious ghosts wandering within. Every soul in the domain was meticulously tortured by the Myriad Soul Douluo before being refined with yin energy.

At that moment, the countless vicious ghosts let out shrill screeches. Endless howls intertwined, resonating with the air, while visible soundwaves churned the black clouds like enormous waves.

It was as though a breach had opened in the domain. Countless ferocious-looking ghosts poured from the opening; pick any one of them, and it could star in a two-hour horror movie.

The fifty-meter-diameter Railgun easily tore through space at several times the speed of sound. Pitch-black spatial rifts spread along its path like a black trail.

The vicious ghosts surged forward, attempting to block the terrifying dark-red beam with their bodies. The extreme heat generated by friction incinerated them before they could even get close.

The most interesting thing about the Douluo Continent was its elements. Energy-based entities could be struck by elemental attacks. This was not some supernatural horror set next door; the vicious ghosts refined here could, at most, frighten ordinary people and pull off a numbers game.

The Railgun pierced the Myriad Soul Douluo's domain like a steel needle. The true body of the Myriad Souls Banner, with the Myriad Soul Douluo as its primary soul, immediately sensed that something was wrong. Ignoring the Nether Thunder Douluo and Abomination Douluo behind him, he lit up his first and second Soul Rings, and the Myriad Souls Banner instantly split apart.

The Myriad Soul Douluo had been in the Evil Soul Master world for so long that loyalty, morality, and righteousness had been fed to the dogs centuries ago.

He was no fool. His spiritual power clearly sensed the terrifying energy contained in that beam. Among the three Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo present, his spiritual power was the strongest—after all, he specialized in playing with vicious ghosts.

Holding it back for a few dozen seconds had already repaid the Holy Spirit Cult for the resources it had given him over the years.

The Abomination Douluo still had no idea what had happened. He and the Nether Thunder Douluo were working together to suppress the Light Holy Dragon.

An ordinary Evil Soul Master Titled Douluo would not have been able to defeat the Light Holy Dragon, but the Nether Thunder Douluo was a Ninth-Level Soul Engineer. With the support of Soul Tools, suppressing it had not taken much effort.

Several blue-black thunder dragons bound the Light Holy Dragon's body, currents coursing across its scales.

The Abomination Douluo continuously released corrosive poison mist, gradually wearing away the giant dragon's golden protective light.

"Light Holy Dragon..."

"As expected of the child of Dragon God Douluo. I'm afraid I'll never forget you for the rest of my life."

"Only Rank 88, and still severely injured and weakened, yet you've held the three of us off until now."

"The Dragon Emperor Evil-Breaking Rend truly lives up to its reputation. I've learned much."

"If we hadn't happened to obtain news of you back then, the Holy Spirit Cult would have gained another great enemy in the future."

"Rest assured. After you die, I'll refine your dragon body into the most perfect Soul Tool, and your soul will be presented to the Supreme Cult Leader."

The Nether Thunder Douluo grinned viciously. A soul cannon floated beside him—it was a ninth-level soul cannon, Yin Thunder's Wrath.

At full power, even a Super Douluo would have to flee. To ensure Yu Mu'en's body remained intact, he had deliberately lowered its output somewhat.

If he could offer this fellow's soul to the Supreme Cult Leader, perhaps he could earn the old woman's favor.

Still, he had a small concern. There were rumors within the Holy Spirit Cult that the Supreme Cult Leader, the Supreme Consecrator, and that Dragon God Douluo had once been extremely close companions.

They had once worn the same pants and slept in the same bed as comrades. Even if they had already fallen out, that connection still remained.

There were even rumors that the Supreme Consecrator and that Dragon God Douluo possessed a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

If those rumors were true, this soul would be a hot potato.

But it was probably false. The Nether Thunder Douluo did not believe such gossip. Those who were meant to break apart had long since done so; had Evil Soul Masters not betrayed their companions often enough?

Evil Soul Masters were a pack of lunatics. They had no ethics or morals, so where would bonds of friendship come from?

A faint glimmer flashed from Yin Thunder's Wrath's muzzle, electric arcs crawling through the air. A nearly invisible ray pierced the pure-white dragon through the heart.

"So... this was what it felt like."

The wound was charred black. Yu Mu'en could feel his life force draining away, and a girl's smile surfaced in his mind. At last, he understood the pain his wife had suffered back then.

His origin burned completely, and his groggy consciousness was forcibly awakened by his blazing Sea of Spirit. The Dragon Clan had always possessed immense vitality. It was only a fatal wound!

Eight Soul Rings burst into raging flames. Though those illusory flames had no temperature, they made the Nether Thunder Douluo break out in a cold sweat.

An illusory golden barrier spread out, shrouding the entire sky. Phantom dragon roars echoed in all directions as countless golden dragons extended their heads.

"Third Brother! It looks like that move!"

The Abomination Douluo's calves trembled. Three years ago, this very move had nearly killed both him and Myriad Soul.

The Nether Thunder Douluo rolled his eyes. How did the Holy Spirit Cult have such a worthless thing? A Soul Douluo had given him a psychological shadow.

He had heard of this move. It was one of Dragon God Douluo's signature techniques, the Dragon Emperor Shaking Domain Realm.

Compared with the Dragon Emperor Evil-Breaking Rend, this move was more powerful and more draining, and it also required a certain amount of charging time.

No one knew how many Evil Soul Masters had died beneath this move. It had even become the nightmare of an entire generation of Evil Soul Masters, carrying a fearsome reputation in the Holy Spirit Cult for stopping children from crying at night.

"Charging up? How could it possibly be that easy?!"

"Die!"

With a wave of the Nether Thunder Douluo's hand, a vast number of soul cannons appeared in the sky, like an entire steel forest made of weaponry.

The violent Soul Power fluctuations dispersed much of the black cloud cover. Distorted ripples appeared in the air as every cannon muzzle aimed at the giant dragon, preparing to end his life completely.

The Abomination Douluo was also about to strike in coordination when his spiritual power suddenly blared in alarm. He instinctively turned around, hearing the explosive boom of an airburst beside his ear.

The moment he heard the sound, it was already too late. The immense kinetic energy accumulated by the supersonic Railgun slammed into the Abomination Douluo's mountain of flesh.

Sticky fat exploded! Revolting mucus and grease fell like rain, while a bloody mist dyed the black clouds crimson. The Nether Thunder Douluo was horrified and hurriedly redirected his cannon muzzles!

Countless attacks erupted, leaving terrifying explosions along the dark-red beam's path. The supersonic Railgun was extraordinarily difficult to intercept, especially in this era, when Titled Douluo did not place much importance on spiritual power.

The only one capable of tracking the Railgun was the Myriad Soul Douluo. He could have joined forces with the Abomination Douluo to stop this strike, but he had run away.

"Myriad Soul! Fuck your mother!!"

Under the Nether Thunder Douluo's furious gaze, the tapered shell, already melted beyond recognition, crashed into his ninth-level defensive Soul Tool.

The terrifying shockwave born from converted kinetic energy shattered the entire mass of black clouds, revealing the bright moonlight. This was humanity's most primitive violence: a pure kinetic strike.

As the shockwave gradually dispersed, the Nether Thunder Douluo reappeared, disheveled and wild-haired. His expression was somewhat crazed, while his ninth-level defensive Soul Tool and various other defensive Soul Tools had shattered beyond recognition.

Before he had the chance to lose his mind, Yu Mu'en's attack arrived. Clear dragon roars descended upon the earth alongside the moonlight.

Countless golden giant dragons soared into the sky, turning the entire region as bright as day.

"Dragon Emperor Shaking Domain Realm!!"