Trash was still trash

Everyone in Spirit Hall was stunned by the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel towering a thousand zhang tall.

The domain that blended divine majesty with the aura of death stirred a contradictory mixture of reverence and fear in everyone's hearts.

"A black soul ring?"

Standing on the roof of Douluo Hall, Qian Daoliu looked toward the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel above the Supreme Pontiff's Hall, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

The thought of eliminating Zhao Su before he fully matured rose in his heart.

"Where exactly did this brat come from?"

The Second Worship, Golden Crocodile, also appeared beside Qian Daoliu and asked him.

"As far as I know, no family on the entire continent has the Twelve-Winged Holy Angel as its martial soul."

"And he only awakened his martial soul today, yet he already has a soul ring over ten thousand years old."

"Find someone to test him!"

Qian Daoliu casually tossed out that instruction, then leaped away.

"Hmm?"

At that moment, Zhao Su was also standing on a rooftop, feeling the changes brought by his Twelve-Winged Holy Angel martial soul and his first soul skill, Heaven and Earth Manifestation.

Suddenly, he sensed a trace of killing intent.

"Perfect timing. I was just looking for someone to test my strength on!"

The corners of Zhao Su's mouth lifted slightly as he looked in a certain direction.

A ghostlike black figure appeared behind Zhao Su.

"Hmph!"

Zhao Su snorted softly, and the Death Spear in the hand of the martial soul behind him swept toward the black figure.

At the same time, the terrifying aura of death locked onto the attacker. The black figure's head was severed before he even had a chance to resist.

He was killed instantly.

"A mere rank-ten Soul Master could effortlessly kill a rank-eighty-two Agility Attack System Soul Douluo in an instant. Just what kind of person are you?"

Standing at her bedroom window, Bibi Dong had sensed the Soul Douluo's presence long ago.

She had intended to protect Zhao Su, only for him to kill the attacker the instant they met.

But this also rekindled her hope of achieving her grand ambition.

She silently resolved that even if Qian Daoliu attacked Zhao Su himself, she would protect Zhao Su with her life.

[Ding! Dissipating soul power detected. Does the host wish to absorb it?]

Just then, the system interface appeared, targeting the headless corpse lying on the ground.

A white halo absorbed the soul power within the dead man's body.

"It can do that too?"

This was certainly an unexpected delight for Zhao Su.

"Absorb it!"

With a thought from Zhao Su, the soul power drawn out by the white light entered his body.

[Ding! Absorption complete. The soul power of a rank-eighty-two Soul Douluo has been converted into one thousand energy points.]

Along with the system's voice, the interface that only Zhao Su could see appeared before him again.

This time, the system interface displayed detailed information about Zhao Su.

Host: Zhao Su.

Martial soul: Twelve-Winged Holy Angel.

Soul skill: First soul skill, Heaven and Earth Manifestation.

Level: Rank-nineteen Battle Soul Master, Power Attack System.

Spiritual power: Twenty-three thousand two hundred points, Spirit Domain Realm.

Energy points: One thousand.

Fortune points: Nineteen.

"System, what are energy points and fortune points used for?"

Looking at the bottom two entries on the system interface, Zhao Su asked the system in confusion.

"Energy points can be exchanged for fortune points. Fortune points can enhance spiritual power. Once fortune points reach one hundred, the host can become a god directly."

"So that's how it works." Zhao Su nodded. "Then besides absorbing the soul power of dead Soul Masters, how else can I obtain energy points?"

"Complete missions issued by the system. Besides martial souls, soul rings, and soul bones, you can also receive energy points as rewards."

"All right, exchange one thousand energy points for fortune points!"

"Insufficient energy points. Unable to exchange!"

Zhao Su's face darkened at those words, but it did not really matter. He was invincible now anyway, so there was no rush to become a god.

Time passed quickly.

Ten years went by in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Su had not stayed in Spirit Hall throughout those ten years. Qian Daoliu had repeatedly plotted in secret to eliminate him.

If not for Zhao Su's own strength and Qian Daoliu's reluctance to clash openly with Bibi Dong,

Zhao Su might have been killed by Qian Daoliu long ago.

For his own safety, Zhao Su had left Spirit Hall years earlier. Besides guarding against Qian Daoliu's assassination attempts, he had other things to do.

But Zhao Su had also secretly sworn that when he returned to Spirit Hall, it would be time for Spirit Hall to undergo a complete change of regime.

Inside the Rose Hotel in Suotuo City, Balak Kingdom.

The sounds of a fight rang out from within, drawing many passersby to gather at the hotel's entrance.

Dressed in black robes, Zhao Su mingled with the crowd, a faint smile on his lips.

The system had issued a mission five years earlier.

[Ding! New mission issued: Go encounter Tang San and begin your life as a villain!]

[Mission rewards: Mutated martial soul, Seven Kill Sword ×1; unlock the system shop!]

Five years earlier, Tang San had just awakened his martial soul and gone to study at Nuoding Academy.

Tang San had been too young back then. There would have been no fun in crushing him, so Zhao Su had waited five years.

By now, the fight between Tang San and Dai Mubai inside the hotel had reached a fever pitch.

Tang San had forced Dai Mubai to unleash his third soul skill.

"So powerful! Is that the top-tier White Tiger beast martial soul known as the king of the forest?"

"That young man is the impressive one. His martial soul looks like Blue Silver Grass, yet he can stand up to the powerful White Tiger beast martial soul."

"That's right. And that boy is only rank twenty-something, with just two soul rings."

For a moment, everyone gathered at the hotel entrance began discussing the fight.

The praise from the people around him greatly satisfied Tang San's vanity.

His attacks grew increasingly fierce.

Tang San had always been an extremely vain person, as well as an utterly hypocritical man with double standards.

Someone who thought only of himself.

Whatever sort of person Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang was, he had done everything he could for Tang San, yet after becoming a god, Tang San had left Grandmaster on the Douluo Continent to die of old age.

Beyond Douluo I, the storylines in the other Douluo Worlds displayed his hypocrisy and selfishness to the fullest.

He could be called a man who wore false righteousness on the surface while harboring darkness within.

"Just a trash martial soul and a garbage Soul Master. As expected, weaklings always find it easier to become friends."

Watching the two men inside the hotel appreciate each other, Zhao Su began to sneer.

Everyone's attention shifted to Zhao Su.

"Kid, if you're so great, why don't you go fight?"

"Exactly! Your back doesn't ache when you talk standing up. I bet you don't even have a martial soul!"

Zhao Su ignored them and walked into the hotel at his leisure, paying no attention to Tang San or Dai Mubai.

Instead, he turned his gaze toward the identical twins standing nearby.

Their figures were perfect, and their eyes in particular were utterly captivating, making his heart ripple despite himself.

And the two of them together made the mind wander all the more, filling it with wild fantasies.

"Kid, what are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll gouge out your eyes."

Zhao Su's earlier mockery had already displeased Dai Mubai. Seeing Zhao Su enter the hotel lobby and stare without blinking at the beauties he had brought made his anger flare even hotter.

"Trash should keep its mouth shut. You're embarrassing yourself." Zhao Su finally shifted his gaze away from the twins and looked at Dai Mubai. "What a waste for such beautiful women to be with you."

"You're courting death!"

Dai Mubai roared in fury. He instantly fused with his Evil-Eyed White Tiger martial soul and activated his third soul skill, White Tiger Vajra Transformation, raising his fist to hammer Zhao Su.

Bam!

Everyone present felt their vision blur. Dai Mubai, whose body had swollen into a towering form after fusing with his martial soul, was sent flying by a single punch from Zhao Su.

"Trash is still trash!"

Zhao Su blew on his fist. He had not even summoned his martial soul; his physical strength alone had sent Dai Mubai, a rank-thirty-seven Battle Soul Elder, flying.

And he had not forgotten to throw in another taunt at the end.