Evil Douluo Used as a Speed Bump

"Attack!"

He shouted in a low voice, like rolling thunder echoing across the city wall.

On the eastern side, Yan Shaozhe's ninth soul ring suddenly lit up.

The Light Phoenix martial soul unfurled to its fullest beneath the night sky. A hundred-meter phoenix phantom soared into the heavens, its cry resounding through the clouds.

He pressed both hands downward, and countless miniature fire phoenixes condensed from the flames of the Light Phoenix poured down like a torrential rain.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Phoenix Descent!"

At the same time, Xian Lin'er moved on the western side.

The mutated Azure Flame Dragon martial soul roared toward the sky. The Azure Flame Dragon Spear flew from her grasp, transforming into an azure giant dragon that charged straight at the level ninety-five consecrated elder with the power to disintegrate all things.

Qian Duoduo stepped onto the battlement and threw his hands wide.

In an instant, countless soul-tool beams erupted from his body, pouring forth like a rainstorm.

Dense shells trailed dazzling flames as they blasted toward the level ninety-five consecrated elder, blotting out the sky.

"Boom—!"

The level ninety-five consecrated elder instantly became a speed bump.

His body was shredded by the Light Phoenix flames, the Azure Flame Dragon Spear, and the overwhelming barrage of soul-tool shells, exploding directly into a cloud of blood mist. His martial soul shattered, and both body and soul were destroyed.

The Nether Douluo was crushed to death as well.

More than a dozen miniature fire phoenixes pierced through his Nether Sword martial soul from every direction.

The flames of the Light Phoenix were naturally the bane of Evil Soul Masters like him. In an instant, he screamed miserably as he turned to ash amid the blazing fire.

Two Titled Douluo had fallen in an instant.

The level ninety-seven consecrated elder was scared out of his wits. No longer caring about any rescue, he turned and tried to flee beyond the city walls.

"Trying to run?"

Elder Song's voice rang out in the night wind.

With her Azure Shadow Divine Eagle martial soul fully unleashed, her entire body transformed into an almost invisible azure shadow. She flashed behind the consecrated elder in an instant.

The five fingers of her right hand formed an eagle's claw as they struck for the center of his back.

The consecrated elder hurriedly turned around, releasing his Three-Eyed Ghost Jackal martial soul once more.

But the moment he blocked Elder Song's claw, Cai Mei'er had already arrived through the air.

"Demon of the evil cult, die!"

The Break Evil Dragon Soul Spear shot forth like a silver dragon emerging from the abyss. Carrying the innate suppressive power of the Break Evil Domain, it pierced through the level ninety-seven consecrated elder's left shoulder.

The power of purification frantically eroded the source of his evil soul, causing his entire body to convulse violently in agony.

Elder Song immediately followed with a palm strike that landed squarely on the crown of his head.

The consecrated elder rolled his eyes back, blood pouring from his seven orifices as he lost consciousness completely.

Duanmu Yao wanted to run as well.

But how could Chen Xuan let him go?

"Gray Harrier, tonight is the night you die!"

Chen Xuan appeared behind him like a phantom as the devouring power of Taotie erupted with a thunderous burst.

He pressed one hand against Duanmu Yao's back. The Godly Taotie Bull martial soul roared toward the sky, crazily devouring the remaining Soul Power within Duanmu Yao's body.

"No—!"

Duanmu Yao screamed as his body struggled violently.

He felt as though an invisible colossal beast had pinned him beneath its claws, his cultivation draining away at a terrifying speed.

His Soul Power, his flesh, his life—everything was being swallowed mouthful by mouthful by this Taotie.

At that moment, an extremely yin and freezing aura suddenly descended from beyond the city.

Chen Xuan's pupils contracted as he abruptly looked up.

A grayish-white figure tore through the air, moving at an extreme speed.

The person's body rapidly transformed in midair. Dark-purple deathly black mist surged wildly from his body before swiftly contracting, clinging tightly to his form.

In but an instant, a ten-meter-tall skeletal Grim Reaper appeared in the night sky.

Dark skeletal armor covered its entire body like a suit of bone armor.

Blood-red patterns of vengeful spirits coiled around its joints, flowing endlessly as though alive and exhaling an aura of death.

Within the hollow eye sockets of its skull, two clusters of dark-purple You Ming soul fire burned fiercely.

It held a gigantic, pitch-black Grim Reaper Scythe in its hand, death curse light flowing along its blade.

The newcomer was none other than Zhongli Wu. Without wasting words, he swung the Grim Reaper Scythe down at Chen Xuan's head.

The scythe tore through the night sky. Dark-purple ripples spread through space in its wake, carrying deathly energy that devoured all vitality.

Chen Xuan had no time to think. His first and sixth soul rings lit up simultaneously.

The power of the earth surged forth, and the Heaven-Mending Light Barrier expanded to its limit in an instant. Earthen-yellow light condensed into layers of barriers around him.

At the same time, the Godly Taotie Bull martial soul roared toward the heavens. He threw both fists forward to meet the attack head-on.

"Boom—!"

The Grim Reaper Scythe crashed against the earthen-yellow Soul Power.

Even the space around them cracked beneath the powerful Soul Power of the two men.

Chen Xuan felt an incomparably cold power of death flood into his body through the scythe, frantically tearing at his soul.

He grunted, and the ground beneath his feet exploded. His body slid several steps backward.

Zhongli Wu was also sent flying by the impact.

The Grim Reaper Demon Puppet True Body spun twice in the air before barely steadying itself.

He slowly descended to the ground. The swamp of deathly energy beneath his feet spread outward, staining the ruins gray-black.

After one clash, neither had gained the upper hand.

"Taotie Douluo, you truly live up to your reputation." Zhongli Wu's voice came from within the skeletal head, low and hoarse, like countless dead souls whispering at once.

Chen Xuan shook his numbed arms and sneered. "A level ninety-eight Evil Douluo. Looks like you sewer rats have been living pretty well."

Disdain showed on his face, but turmoil churned within his heart.

No wonder he could contend with Huo Gua. He really isn't famous for nothing.

He lightly shook his still-trembling hand and cursed again in his heart.

What kind of bullshit setting is this? We're both level ninety-eight, so why do they all have three red rings while I only have one? Damn that Third Young Master.

But despite his thoughts, not a trace of fear appeared on his face.

He abruptly straightened his back, unleashing both the Taotie Domain and Earth Domain at once.

The presence of a level ninety-eight powerhouse erupted skyward like a volcanic explosion. Earthen-yellow Soul Power churned madly through the night sky, faintly overpowering Zhongli Wu's deathly black mist.

"I have roamed the continent for two hundred years. What demons and monsters haven't I seen?" he said coldly. "I'd like to see just how many people you had to eat to reach this level of cultivation."

Just as he was about to advance again, a black figure darted out from behind Zhongli Wu and landed at his side.

The man had dark skin, uneven eyebrows, and a black marking resembling the character "king" on his forehead.

Standing beside Zhongli Wu with an extremely humble posture, he looked at Chen Xuan and said in a deep voice:

"Elder Xuan, stop."

Chen Xuan narrowed his eyes as he stared at him, though entirely different thoughts ran through his mind.

Zhang Peng. One of the rare tragic figures in the original story. He clearly had principles and never slaughtered humans indiscriminately, yet because of his martial soul's attribute, he was forced onto the path of evil.

What a pity. Huo Gua later suppressed him completely with spiritual power, and even his self-destruction failed in the end. Still, he was a man of some caliber.

Unlike what he was thinking, his words were anything but polite.

"Zhang Peng, you little brat actually dared to show yourself.

"Mu En spared your life back then. Instead of staying obediently hidden in some mountain ravine, you still dared to come cause trouble at Shrek."

Zhang Peng did not respond. He simply stood there like a dark, heavy statue.

"I know," Zhang Peng finally said in a low voice.

"That is why I did not come here to fight today.

"One consecrated elder and two elders have already died at your hands. If we keep fighting, it will benefit no one."