Top 4 of the Unrivaled Tang Sect's Ten Strongest: Ye Xishui (Death God Douluo, Rank 99)

The wind on the training ground died down.

The moment Ning Rongrong finished speaking, an extremely shrill screech came from deep within the Sky Screen.

It did not sound like a beast's roar, but more like the wail produced by the bones of countless living beings being crushed at once.

Ma Hongjun covered his ears. Cold sweat seeped through his fingers, and his teeth chattered. What the hell is that sound? It's so horrible that even the evil fire in my martial soul is about to go out.

Oscar stared fixedly at the darkening Sky Screen and swallowed. Forget the noise. Read the words.

On the Sky Screen, crimson characters seemed to be bleeding outward.

[Unrivaled Tang Sect · Ten Strongest Rankings, Top 4: Ye Xishui.]

[Title: Death God Douluo.]

[Cultivation: Rank 99, Limit Douluo.]

[Identity: Supreme Pontiff of the Holy Spirit Cult.]

[Martial Souls: Twin Martial Souls—Blood Soul Demon Puppet, Light Phoenix.]

[Secondary Profession: Level Ten Soul Engineer.]

The teacup in Yu Xiaogang's hand smashed onto his foot. Scalding tea splashed over his shoes and socks, but he did not even glance down.

Twin Martial Souls... Rank 99? His lips had gone dry, and his voice rasped like sandpaper. How is that possible? Cultivating Twin Martial Souls simultaneously means the body cannot withstand two utterly different forms of peak Soul Power. Let alone extreme light and extreme evil! This defies the fundamental logic behind Soul Power circulation!

Flender brushed the fallen leaves from his shoulder, his tone cold. Fundamental logic? She's already Rank 99, while you're still at Rank 29 talking about logic?

What's even more outrageous is the last line. Zhao Wuji pointed at the final words, his hand shaking uncontrollably. A Level Ten Soul Engineer? That Kong Deming from before was Level Ten, and this woman is too?

Spirit Hall, Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong abruptly rose from the Pope's throne. Her scepter struck the ground heavily, cracking the marble tiles in spiderweb patterns.

Twin Martial Souls, Rank 99. She stared at the Sky Screen, dark-purple light churning in her eyes. Blood Soul Demon Puppet—just from the name, it's an evil martial soul. Yet the other is a Light Phoenix?

Chrysanthemum Douluo knelt below, not daring to lift his head. Your Holiness, extreme evil and extreme light can never coexist within one body. It goes against the laws of martial souls.

The laws? Bibi Dong cut him off coldly. Not only did she make them coexist, she cultivated them to the Limit Douluo level. Supreme Pontiff of the Holy Spirit Cult... this woman is insane.

Bibi Dong herself possessed Twin Martial Souls, so she knew exactly how difficult it was to overcome conflicting attributes. Ye Xishui's ability to make utterly opposing attributes coexist made her feel a powerful sense of threat.

Elder Hall.

Qian Daoliu raised his head and looked at the four words "Light Phoenix." The golden prayer beads in his hand stopped turning.

The Angel God's light is pure purification. His tone was grave. This woman's light is likely meant to conceal bloodshed.

Second Worship Golden Crocodile Douluo lowered his voice. Big Brother, a Level Ten Soul Engineer combined with the cultivation of a Limit Douluo—if she existed in our era...

No one could restrain her. Qian Daoliu gave the answer without leaving even the slightest room for doubt.

The Sky Screen lit up.

It was not a battlefield, but a sinister underground palace.

A dark-red blood pool churned at the center of the hall, countless white bones floating and sinking within it.

Above the hall hovered an enormous throne of white bone.

A woman sat upon it.

She wore a dark-red gown, yet her face was as youthful as that of a girl barely in her twenties. Her skin was pale enough to seem translucent, and a blood-red mark lay between her brows.

So this is the Death God Douluo? Dai Mubai clenched his gauntlets. She doesn't look alive.

The deathly aura around her is heavier than that of everyone from the Killing Capital I've ever seen put together. Yu Xiaogang stared at the image, his nails digging into his palms.

On the screen, Ye Xishui slowly opened her eyes.

They were eyes without pupils, thick bloody light swirling through the whites.

She raised a hand, and the blood in the pool surged into the sky, transforming into scarlet chains that swept dozens of kneeling Soul Masters below into the air.

Spare us, Supreme Pontiff!

Wails echoed through the hall.

Ye Xishui did not even move a finger as the scarlet chains tightened.

Dozens of high-ranking Soul Masters exploded directly into bloody mist before they could even release their martial souls, all of it absorbed by the chains.

The space behind her cracked open, and an enormous dark-red phantom emerged.

It was a demon puppet over thirty meters tall, wrapped in vengeful souls. Every face upon it screamed in agony.

Nine soul rings rose beneath her feet.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.

Six black and three red.

Core region of the Star Dou Great Forest.

Da Ming's enormous bull head lifted, churning the lake water violently. Three hundred-thousand-year soul rings?

Er Ming slammed both fists into the ground, shaking trees until they collapsed. That woman's soul ring configuration is even more outrageous than Long Xiaoyao's.

That is the Blood Soul Demon Puppet. The Sky Azure Bull Python stared intently at the phantom. An evil martial soul that cultivates itself by devouring the blood essence and souls of living people.

The scene changed.

Ye Xishui walked out of the underground palace.

Outside lay an endless mountain range, black clouds pressing down from overhead.

Standing opposite her were three Super Douluo above Rank 95.

Ye Xishui, you slaughtered three cities. Today is the day you die! The leading elder roared, a golden greatsword martial soul pointing toward the heavens.

Ye Xishui gave a soft laugh.

Her voice was lovely, yet it chilled everyone to the marrow.

The day I die?

She took a step forward.

Her dark-red gown transformed into dazzling gold.

Her originally gloomy aura was replaced by a sacred, inviolable power of light.

A clear phoenix cry tore through the clouds.

An enormous golden phoenix spread its wings above her head, pure-white flames burning across its feathers.

Another nine soul rings rose.

Again, six black and three red.

Light Phoenix. Ma Hongjun took half a step back. Before that aura, his Evil Fire Phoenix felt a trembling urge to submit.

What the hell? Oscar rubbed his eyes. She was a fiend who crawled out of hell just now. How did she suddenly become a sacred angel?

That is the suppressive power of Twin Martial Souls. Bibi Dong watched the Sky Screen, tapping a finger against her scepter. With extreme evil and extreme light, she can switch between them at any time.

On the Sky Screen, the three Super Douluo opposite her were stunned as well.

That sacred pressure even suppressed the flow of their Soul Power.

Ye Xishui raised her right hand. The Light Phoenix dove down, transforming into a longsword wreathed in white flames that fell into her grasp.

She did not use a soul skill.

She merely swung her sword casually.

Golden sword light swept outward, cleaving the entire mountain range in half.

The defensive soul skills of the three Super Douluo shattered like paper. Their bodies were swallowed by white flames, leaving not even ashes behind.

One sword. Sword Douluo Chen Xin stood before the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Seven Killing Sword in his hand humming faintly. She did not use any Soul Power techniques at all. It was pure attribute suppression.

Ning Fengzhi sighed. Uncle Sword, if you faced that strike...

I couldn't block it. Chen Xin answered decisively. The depth of her Soul Power has already surpassed the realm of mortals.

The screen darkened once more.

A line of words appeared.

[As a Limit Douluo, her personal combat power is enough to sweep across the continent.]

[But her most terrifying aspect is not her martial souls.]

Blacksmith Association.

Lou Gao had been studying a blueprint with a magnifying glass. Seeing those words, he looked up.

Not her martial souls? Then what could it be? His small eyes widened. Could it be a Soul Tool?

The Sky Screen gave the answer.

The scene lit up.

Under the night sky.

Ye Xishui hovered several thousand meters in the air.

Below her was a prosperous giant city, ablaze with lights and lined with defensive Soul Tools along its walls.

Floating before Ye Xishui was a tower.

A giant metal tower, entirely black and a hundred meters tall.

Dense scarlet patterns covered its surface. At its peak was a massive dark-red crystal, like an eye gazing down upon all living beings.

[Death God Tower.]

[Level Ten Soul Tool.]

[Personally involved in its design and charging by Ye Xishui, it can amplify the deathly aura of her Blood Soul Demon Puppet tenfold and convert it into devastating attacks.]

Soul Masters across the Douluo Continent stared fixedly at the black tower.

They could not sense any Soul Power fluctuations, yet the pressure emitted by the tower made their limbs turn colder than any martial soul they had seen before.

That thing... was made by people? Zhao Wuji swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

A Level Ten Soul Tool. Yu Xiaogang stared at the screen, his eyes nearly popping out. Can a Soul Tool reach this scale and precision? How much rare metal would that require? How complex would the formations need to be?

On the screen.

Ye Xishui placed her hand on the Death God Tower.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red—nine soul rings merged into the tower's body.

The dark-red crystal at the tower's peak lit up.

A scarlet beam no thicker than a water barrel shot forth.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

The beam silently landed in the center of the city below.

The instant it touched the ground, bloody light spread outward at terrifying speed, forming a massive hemispherical scarlet barrier that enveloped the entire city.

Within the barrier, every building remained completely intact.

However, the street vendors calling out their wares, the guards patrolling the city walls, and even the soul beasts pulling carts all froze the instant the bloody light swept over them.

The next second, their flesh and blood evaporated out of thin air. Their clothes drifted lightly to the ground, covering one pale skeleton after another.

When the wind blew, the skeletons scattered across the ground with crisp clattering sounds.

The entire process took less than three seconds.

A city with a population of hundreds of thousands became a city of the dead.

The bloody light contracted, carrying the blood essence and souls of hundreds of thousands of people back into the crystal atop the Death God Tower.

That crystal became even more bewitching.

On Shrek Academy's training ground, there was utter silence.

Ning Rongrong covered her mouth. Her stomach churned violently, and she bent over to retch.

Ma Hongjun's face turned green. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the ground. Th-this... was that a soul skill? One move wiped out an entire city?

Not a soul skill. It was that tower. Dai Mubai's voice was hoarse, the claws on his gauntlets piercing deeply into his palms. She barely consumed any Soul Power. She simply borrowed the tower's power.

Flender took off his glasses. His hands shook too badly to hold the cloth, so he simply stopped wiping them.

A Rank 99 Limit Douluo, plus a Level Ten Soul Tool. He looked toward Yu Xiaogang. Xiaogang, tell me—who can defeat a monster like that?

Yu Xiaogang did not answer. It was as though all strength had been drained from him, and he slid down the tree trunk to sit on the ground.

Before the Death God Tower, his ten core competitive strengths did not even qualify as a joke.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's breathing quickened.

As she watched the city become a city of the dead, an unprecedented chill rose within her heart.

She considered herself ruthless. To destroy Spirit Hall, she could sacrifice many people.

But she could not do what Ye Xishui had done—casually wipe out hundreds of thousands without even blinking.

So this is the Holy Spirit Cult... She gripped her scepter. A pack of lunatics who treat slaughter as cultivation.

Your Holiness. Ghost Douluo's voice came from the shadows, trembling. If that Death God Tower were aimed at Spirit City...

Bibi Dong closed her eyes.

Spirit City would become a pile of bones in three seconds.

On the Sky Screen, a blood-red appraisal slowly appeared.

[Evaluation: She is the Death God in the darkness, and the shadow beneath the light.]

[Twin Martial Souls granted her ultimate power, while the Level Ten Soul Tool gave her the means to slaughter all living beings.]

[Her life carried a sea of blood-deep hatred, and she also created endless slaughter.]

[Reward issued: Death God Tower Blueprint (fragment).]

[Effect: Contains partial designs for the core formations of a Level Ten Soul Tool. Requires the spiritual power of a Soul Engineer above Level Nine to decipher.]

[Drop location: Random across the entire Douluo Continent.]

Every blacksmith and Soul Master on the continent went mad.

Lou Gao flipped over the table in one motion and rushed out the door with bloodshot eyes. Search! Send out everyone in the Blacksmith Association! Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we must find that blueprint!

At Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong immediately issued an order. Pass the command to every major Spirit Hall branch. Intercept the Death God Tower blueprint at any cost. Anyone who dares hide it will be killed without mercy.

The Sky Screen's image did not end.

A new line appeared.

[Unrivaled Tang Sect · Ten Strongest Rankings, Top 3, will soon be revealed.]

Before anyone could recover from their fear of the Death God Tower, the Sky Screen flickered.

On the screen, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui stood beneath the night sky. She turned her head and looked into the void.

How long are you going to keep hiding? Her voice was icy.

A gray-robed figure stepped out of the void.

He leaned on a black Dragon Staff.

It was none other than the fifth-ranked figure just reviewed, the Dragon Emperor Douluo, Long Xiaoyao.

Long Xiaoyao stared at Ye Xishui, the veins on the back of the hand gripping the Dragon Staff bulging.

[Ye Xishui, you have killed enough people.]

Ye Xishui took a step forward. The sacred aura of the Light Phoenix intertwined with the deathly energy of the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, forming a massive energy storm.

[Enough?] She raised a hand and pointed at the dead city below.

[I merely took back what belonged to me. Long Xiaoyao, if you intend to stop me, then be prepared to die here.]