The Super Evil Soul Douluo Reveals Himself

That person had hidden himself extremely well, to the point that even his aura had nearly merged with the cargo.

He suddenly struck, lunging straight at the back of one of the Outer Court elders.

The Outer Court elder reacted swiftly, twisting aside to evade the attack before countering with a palm strike.

The other Outer Court elder joined the battle at once, and the three began fighting by the riverbank.

The black-clad man's martial soul was a pair of gray-black short blades. Their edges were incredibly thin, making almost no sound as they moved, like traceless glimmers hidden in the night.

The sinister aura around him was several times stronger than that of the previous men. Every attack carried a bone-chilling gust of dark wind.

"A Titled Douluo!" One of the Outer Court elders' expressions changed. "There really is a big fish hiding here!"

The black-clad man's speed increased again. He darted between the two elders like a ghost, and for a time, he actually showed no sign of being at a disadvantage.

Chen Xuan saw everything clearly from the bell tower.

"No wonder they dared to establish a foothold in Shrek City." His gaze was cold and grim. "So there are people colluding from within and without, with so many Evil Soul Masters hidden here."

But he still did not move.

He was waiting for the real Gray Harrier.

Sure enough, while the three fought by the riverbank, a figure suddenly swept silently across the roof of a distant shop.

The person did not approach. He merely glanced toward the warehouse, then turned and fled toward the outskirts of the city.

Chen Xuan's pupils contracted sharply.

"He's here."

He pushed off from the bell tower with the tip of his foot and shot after him like an arrow loosed from a bow.

His rank ninety-eight Soul Power erupted without restraint. In the darkness, only a gray shadow remained, nearly blending into the night itself.

The figure seemed to sense something. He sped up even further, charging straight toward the northern city wall.

His movement technique was incredibly swift and carried a strange, ethereal nimbleness, like a harrier gliding along the night.

Chen Xuan pursued relentlessly. He clenched his right hand through the air, condensing his Soul Power into a massive palm that crashed down upon the man from afar.

"Stop right there!"

The black shadow was forced to turn around. A streak of dark-blue Soul Power shot forth like an arrow, colliding with Chen Xuan's palm force.

A muffled boom rang out, and the air itself hummed from the impact.

The two exchanged three palm strikes in quick succession near the city wall. The more they fought, the more alarmed the man became, while Chen Xuan's expression grew colder and colder.

Only now did he truly see through his opponent's strength.

Rank ninety-seven.

He was no ordinary Super Douluo. The blood-soaked murderous aura around him was so dense it seemed impossible to disperse, and his Soul Power was mixed with a nauseating dark energy.

That energy was completely unlike that of ordinary Evil Soul Masters. It was cold, decayed, as though it had been steeped in mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Even Chen Xuan felt a piercing chill.

He abruptly withdrew his palm and stepped back half a pace, standing atop the city wall as he stared coldly at his opponent.

"An Evil Soul Master." His voice lowered. "And one with no idea how many lives stained on his hands."

The figure also stopped on a crenellation of the city wall. Moonlight fell across him, revealing an old face as gaunt and wrinkled as tree bark.

His eye sockets were deeply sunken, his cheekbones high, and his eyes glimmered faintly blue in the darkness, sinister and sharp.

He did not deny it. He merely let out a low laugh.

"Taotie Douluo, it has been many years. Your temper is still as fierce as ever."

Chen Xuan stared at him, and an ancient memory suddenly surfaced in his mind.

In the early years of the Heaven Dou Empire, there had been an exceptionally renowned Soul Master prodigy, titled Nether Harrier.

Later, it was said that he had vanished while training abroad. The Heaven Dou Empire's royal family searched for him for years without any news, and in the end, they could only declare him dead.

As Chen Xuan looked at the face before him, it gradually overlapped with a shadow buried deep in his memories.

"So it was you." Chen Xuan slowly narrowed his eyes. "The missing Titled Douluo from the Heaven Dou Empire all those years ago. I never expected that not only were you alive, but you had fallen into becoming an Evil Soul Master."

The man's smile deepened, becoming even colder. "Fallen? This is not called falling. In this world, being alive is everything.

"Xuanzi, do you think everyone is like you, born able to stand at the heights of Shrek?"

Chen Xuan did not respond, but turmoil surged within him.

The dark energy on this man was sinister yet pure. It was absolutely not something an ordinary rogue Evil Soul Master could possess.

He knew that aura all too well: the Holy Spirit Cult.

He had never expected the Holy Spirit Cult to have already extended its hand toward Shrek Academy.

This was far earlier than when they had truly emerged in the original story.

But the more shocked he was inside, the colder his expression became.

"I don't care about any of that." He stepped forward, his voice booming like thunder. "If you dare lay a hand on Shrek, then leave your life behind."

The Godly Taotie Bull martial soul roared toward the heavens as terrifying Soul Power poured forth.

Chen Xuan wasted no more words. With a shake of his arms, nine Soul Rings abruptly rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

When his own Soul Rings truly spread out before his eyes, Chen Xuan could not help glancing at them again.

Good grief. Nine Soul Rings, and only one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring hanging there all alone at the end.

Third Young Master really did whatever came to mind.

Even Du Busi from the Body Sect had three red Soul Rings.

Yet he, the mighty Taotie Douluo, only had one.

An elder of the Sea God Pavilion, with the Godly Taotie Bull martial soul, and he only deserved one Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?

He had thought it was absurd when he read the novel.

Now that he had truly become Xuanzi, lowering his head and seeing that lone red ring made him feel even worse.

"Embarrassing," he cursed inwardly.

But despite his grumbling, none of it showed on his face. He merely fixed his eyes on Duanmu Yao and said coldly,

"Let me see just how capable a rank ninety-seven like you is."

Duanmu Yao did not waste words either. With a shake of his arms, nine Soul Rings similarly spread out around him.

Purple, purple, purple, purple. Black, black, black, black. Red.

Four purple, four black, and one red.

When Chen Xuan saw them, he felt even more irritated.

This old bastard's Soul Ring configuration was actually more presentable than his.

Although that red Soul Ring was so dark it was nearly black, clearly piled up through evil methods, it was still better than his when counted.

"Damn it," he cursed inwardly again. "When I get the chance later, I'll have to make up for this lousy martial soul with a few Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings no matter what."

Yet his face remained cold and stern. He simply stepped forward, and rank ninety-eight Soul Power surged toward Duanmu Yao like an enraged tide.

"Looks like quite a few people died by your hand. Today, I will collect you on their behalf."

Before his words had even faded, his right fist was already swinging out.

The Godly Taotie Bull martial soul roared toward the heavens. This punch carried the most primal power of earth and devouring.

Wherever the fist force passed, the air exploded, and the city wall shattered inch by inch.

Duanmu Yao's expression changed sharply.

He did not dare be careless. His seventh Soul Ring lit up abruptly, and gray-black light exploded from within his body.

His arms transformed into gray-black feathered wings, and his entire body turned into a half-human, half-harrier monster several zhang tall.

His eyes were blood-red, his claws curved like sickles, and black aura churned around him. It was the Harrier God True Body.

Boom—!

Chen Xuan's fist slammed into his wings.

Rather than taking the blow head-on, Duanmu Yao used the terrifying force of the punch to launch himself backward.

His wings spread with the momentum, and his body became like a gray-black falling leaf, tracing a strange arc through the night sky. He actually dispelled more than half the force of Chen Xuan's punch.

When he stabilized himself again, his wings rose and fell slightly, and his chest felt somewhat tight, but he was not injured.

He merely took two hard breaths, while the faint blue glow in his eyes grew even brighter.