Douluo Continent!
At the center of the battlefield!
Dai Mubai instantly completed his Martial Soul Possession. His golden hair turned black and white, fang-shaped markings appeared on his cheeks, and his uncanny eyes struck terror into the soul.
He grew over a foot taller, his muscles abruptly bulging. Claws extended from his fingertips like short blades and daggers.
Six Soul Rings-two yellow, two purple, and two black-rose from beneath his feet, pulsing up and down in a steady rhythm.
He warily swept his gaze over Qian Jun and Jiang Mo.
"Who are you?"
Qian Jun looked at Dai Mubai, who was still only a Soul Emperor. A trace of mockery surfaced in his eyes, and he grinned.
"I am Qian Jun Douluo, the Worship Hall's sixth worshipper!"
Jiang Mo folded his arms across his chest and curled his lip in disdain.
"I am Demon Subduing Douluo, the Worship Hall's seventh worshipper!"
"Boy, the Sky Screen said that my brother and I died at the hands of your and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger."
"With such a sea of blood between us, only one side will leave this battlefield today."
"Don't say we brothers never gave you a chance. Show us your Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger."
As Qian Jun and Jiang Mo finished speaking, Dai Mubai's scalp prickled. His mouth twitched as he hurled curses at the Sky Screen in his heart.
Even if he and Zhu Zhuqing could kill Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, that would only happen after they returned from Sea God Island.
Right now, he and Zhu Zhuqing were a Soul Emperor and a Soul King. Even with their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, the Hell White Tiger, they could barely reach the threshold of a Soul Douluo.
What the fuck was this outrageous matchmaking system!
It had actually sent Spirit Hall's sixth and seventh worshippers right before him. Both were Peak Douluos with level 96 Soul Power.
Sweat broke out on Dai Mubai's forehead as he explained:
"Senior, this is a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!"
"What the Sky Screen said might not be true. Just look at your strength, and then look at ours. How could we possibly kill you two!"
"Besides, I'm the crown prince of the Star Luo Empire. Killing me means making an enemy of the Star Luo Empire. Seniors, relations between Spirit Hall and the Star Luo Empire are fairly amicable. Why don't we all withdraw today?"
Dai Mubai's teeth were chattering, and his legs had begun to weaken. Only after immense difficulty had he defeated his elder brother Dai Weisi in their struggle, survived, and become the crown prince.
If he died here today, all his previous efforts would become a joke.
I can't die!
I can't die here!
Dai Mubai's will to live had never been stronger.
Behind him, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes brimmed with despair. She did not want to die; she only wanted to live. She had swallowed her disgust and dragged Dai Mubai out of a brothel, not so she could die here.
Qian Jun snorted coldly and reached out. A Coiling Dragon Staff radiating the shimmering silhouette of a dragon appeared in his hand. An oppressive weight swept outward, forming a tangible surge of air.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!
With every Soul Ring that appeared, his aura surged another notch. By the time all nine had risen, the terrifying pressure of his Soul Power made Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing feel as though they were carrying a mountain on their backs.
"If what the Sky Screen said wasn't true, why did you lead troops into the Hadrian Kingdom!"
"If you won't attack, then we will!"
Beside Qian Jun, Jiang Mo likewise summoned his Coiling Dragon Staff martial soul. Nine Soul Rings appeared in succession, and the pressure of his Soul Power was no weaker than Qian Jun's.
"We brothers have roamed unchallenged across the Douluo Continent our entire lives, only to die at your hands in the end. What are you waiting for? Attack!"
Under the pressure of Qian Jun's and Jiang Mo's Soul Power, Dai Mubai's heart turned ice-cold. He knew there was no escaping this battle.
"Zhu Zhuqing!"
At his roar, Zhu Zhuqing rushed toward Dai Mubai from behind. Black and white light erupted from their bodies respectively. The two lights merged, and in mere moments, they fused into a five-meter-long black-and-white tiger.
"Roar!"
The Hell White Tiger roared and lunged forward, pouncing on Qian Jun Douluo as swiftly as lightning.
Its eyes were filled with madness, as though it were saying,
Die! All of you, die!
Qian Jun raised his Coiling Dragon Staff into a throwing stance. His eyes opened wide, his aura erupted, and his Eighth Soul Ring slipped over the staff.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Thousand Armies' Throw!"
In an instant, violent Soul Power surged. An enormous azure dragon swept forth, tearing a trench through the ground as easily as smashing rotten wood.
A clash between dragon and tiger!
The victor was decided in an instant. The Hell White Tiger let out a mournful cry and flew backward, breaking apart in midair into Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing once more.
Both were deathly pale, blood spilling from their mouths and noses. Barely clinging to life, their faces were filled with shock and unwillingness to accept defeat.
Thud! Thud!
They landed on the ground dozens of meters away.
The madness on Dai Mubai's face faded, and the cowardice in his bones surfaced.
He had always been a coward!
If he were not, he would never have abandoned Zhu Zhuqing and fled the Star Luo Empire alone, much less lingered in Suotuo City's brothels, indulging in women and pleasure all day long.
If not for the Immortal Herb Tang San had given him, which let him glimpse hope of competing against Dai Weisi, he would surely still have been a heap of rotten mud that could never stick to a wall.
He struggled up, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly knocked his head against it before Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, his face filled with abject terror.
"Your Excellencies, I was wrong! Please be magnanimous. Treat me like a fart and let me go! I'll never dare oppose you or Spirit Hall again!"
"I'll sever ties with Tang San and leave the Shrek Seven Devils..."
Zhu Zhuqing stared at Dai Mubai in disbelief. She raised a trembling finger toward him and shrieked:
"Dai Mubai, are you even a man? You're kowtowing to other people! Where's your courage? Where's your fighting spirit? I was truly wrong about you!"
Dai Mubai turned a deaf ear to her, continuing to kowtow to Qian Jun and Jiang Mo as he begged for mercy.
Jiang Mo looked disappointed, finding the whole thing utterly dull.
He had thought Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, who could kill him and his brother, would at least amount to something.
And this was all they were...
Heh!
Demon Subduing Douluo planted his Coiling Dragon Staff before him. His Eighth Soul Ring slipped over it, radiating a deep, eerie glow.
"Eighth Soul Skill, Demon Subduing Dragon-Coiling Circle!"
The next instant, a massive crimson dragon flew out of the Coiling Dragon Staff. It wound and coiled, its scales bristling, then lunged forward, wrapped around them, and crushed!
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing were swept into the crimson dragon's coils. Its scales ground against one another as savage power erupted.
"Aaaah..."
Dai Mubai's and Zhu Zhuqing's screams rang out alongside the sound of their bones and sinews shattering.
One coil, two coils, three coils... the crimson dragon wound around them again and again.
Blood pattered down, but Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing could no longer be seen.
Their flesh had been ground to pulp. They could not have been more thoroughly dead, and it was one of the cruelest ways to die.
After killing them, Jiang Mo was not as happy as he had imagined. He curled his lip and said:
"Sixth Brother, how dull. Will we really die at the hands of these two little brats in the future?"
Qian Jun's expression held neither sorrow nor joy. For a Peak Douluo-two Peak Douluos, no less-killing two Soul Emperors was nothing to be proud of.
"They were still very young, and youth holds limitless possibilities. But this time, they no longer have a future!"
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