Two powerhouses capture the Death Messenger alive, a conversation with Xuan Ziwen, the Sword of Judgment and the Wind-Thunder Roaring Dragon Spear

While Shrek's collection of the old, weak, sick, and injured discussed whether to fight or retreat, the Death Messenger hummed a tune beneath a sky of sail-like clouds. Carrying the unconscious Xi Xi, he piloted a Class 5 Flying Soul Tool toward the Sun Moon Continent's airspace at high speed.

"All my men died, and I only captured one person. I wonder whether that's enough of an achievement to get me into the Holy Church. All my life, I've walked on thin ice. I wonder if I can reach the other shore..."

The Death Messenger knew his talent was mediocre, no match for the legendary Evil Soul Masters who had come before him. So he had drawn up a plan for himself: start as a bandit, grow bigger and stronger, become an overlord commanding the Mingdou Mountain Range, then take his underlings to join the Holy Spirit Cult, the legendary final destination for Evil Soul Masters.

That plan had just been ruined. A bunch of reckless youngsters had stormed his doorstep to wipe him out. Although he, Lord Death Messenger, had defeated them all with a flick of his fingers, and the big stupid bull who followed them had been nothing special either, the lair he had painstakingly built was gone all the same.

Of the two geniuses he had captured, he had been forced to abandon one for a chance to escape. Now he could only take Xi Xi and search for traces of the legendary Holy Spirit Cult, unsure whether he could pass the interview.

Death Messenger: o(╥﹏╥)o

Life is so hard.

"I'm a mere Soul King who made a fool of a Titled Douluo. Nobody would believe it if I told them. You big stupid bull, why couldn't your cultivation have been a little lower?"

Recalling how