"Uh--!"
Feng Ling, who was successfully hit by the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand, still couldn't help but let out an extremely shrill phoenix cry even in her Evil Phoenix True Body state.
The Evil Phoenix, its entire body shimmering with an ominous purple hue, began to writhe and struggle wildly at this moment, its massive body tumbling and twisting in the air.
The once magnificent and eerie feathers on the Evil Phoenix suddenly lost their luster.
After being struck by the Angel Holy Sword, the Evil Phoenix's aura began to weaken at a visible rate.
Qian Daoliu simply stared at her expressionlessly, as if she were a dead person.
Even Evil Soul Master Evil Soul Master Feng Ling's level who is struck in the body by the Angel Holy Sword of his Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul has no chance of survival.
However, to Qian Daoliu's surprise, a dense purple flame suddenly ignited on Feng Ling's body the next moment.
Under the influence of this purple flame, Feng Ling's aura gradually recovered, and even showed a tendency to reach a new level.
Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed as he carefully observed Feng Ling's current changes. "Interesting, is this Phoenix Nirvana?"
Although the Evil Phoenix has become evil, it has not lost the Phoenix Martial Soul's core talent Phoenix Nirvana.
As Qian Daoliu spoke, he swung his sword again, the sword light landing directly on Feng Ling's Evil Phoenix.
boom!
A loud bang rang out, abruptly interrupting Feng Ling's Nirvana. After enduring such a powerful attack that countered her own strength, the Evil Phoenix's aura had weakened to the extreme.
The raging purple flames on the Evil Phoenix's body were extinguished by the divine power.
Having watched helplessly as the Angel Empire Soul Master swiftly and decisively killed Feng Ling with two sword strikes, Zhongli Wu was already preparing to slip away and run for his life.
He never expected that Feng Ling, who possessed the Evil Phoenix Martial Soul and should have been extremely adept at protecting herself, would be killed by Qian Daoliu with just two sword strikes.
He has to leave, or he'll die!
Before this Angel Empire Soul Master, he and Feng Ling Holy Lotus n't even have a chance to combine their Holy Spirit Secret Art and merge their abilities into one.
Zhongli Wu suddenly turned around, transforming into a black streak of light and fleeing into the distance, instantly escaping over a hundred meters away.
"Husbands and wives are like birds in the same forest; when disaster strikes, they fly away separately!"
Watching Zhongli Wu rapidly flee into the distance, Qian Daoliu shook his head. Then, with a flap of his six wings, he chased after it at an extremely fast speed.
"However, if you manage to escape right under my nose, and that Old Poison finds out, won't he laugh at you to death?"
With the title of "Invincible in the Sky," he was already the fastest among the three Peerless Douluo!
The kind that no one can surpass.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Daoliu vanished from his spot and reappeared behind Zhongli Wu, who was in his Death God True Body form.
Sensing the rapidly approaching aura behind him, Zhongli Wu gritted his teeth and swung his bone staff, which had transformed into Death God Scythe, directly at Qian Daoliu.
Zhongli Wu used all his strength in this attack, even employing his Eighth Soul Skill.
I'm too slow; I definitely won't escape if I keep running like this. Rather than letting him cut me down from behind, I should try to fight back.
clang!
With a crisp sound, the Death God Scythe, which should have been indestructible and unstoppable, was directly severed by the Angel Holy Sword in Qian Daoliu's hand.
Zhongli Wu was stunned for a moment.
In the brief moment he was stunned, Qian Daoliu reached out and thrust the Angel Holy Sword in his hand into Zhongli Wu's heart.
Zhongli Wu stared blankly at the Angel Holy Sword embedded in his chest, his eyes filled with resentment as he looked at Qian Daoliu.
"How is this possible? How could I possibly die?"
He is the son of Ye Xishui, the Death God Douluo, and the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult!
A Level 98 Titled Douluo possessing the most powerful Evil Martial Soul, the Death God Demon Puppet!
How could he have died here?
He still has many things to do. He also wants to become the Grand Preceptor of the Sun Moon Empire and gather the Power of Faith to help him achieve the position of the God of Death!
How could he die here? How could all of this end like this?
Zhongli Wu's eyes, which were gradually dimming, were filled with resentment, but the Life within him, which was flowing away like water, was a cruel reminder to Zhongli Wu.
He's really going to die.
He's beyond saving; even if his mother, Death God Douluo Ye Xishui, were to personally intervene, she couldn't save him!
Realizing this, Zhongli Wu's eyes turned extremely venomous. "I Curse you, you will never die!"
Mother, she will definitely avenge me! I'll be waiting for you in hell, waiting for you!
Zhongli Wu's eyes dimmed completely, losing all their luster.
Before Zhongli Wu could continue speaking, Qian Daoliu pushed the Angel Holy Sword in his hand even further into Zhongli Wu's Death God True Body.
Pfft!
A divine light suddenly erupted, purifying everything about Zhongli Wu from the inside out.
The splattered blood, his physical body, and even his soul were all thoroughly purified by the holy light!
Having swiftly and decisively killed the two men, Qian Daoliu sheathed his Angel Holy Sword and looked down at the surrounding mess.
The Holy Spirit Cult's leader and vice-leader both possessed quite impressive martial Martial Soul: one was the Death God Demon Puppet, and the other was the extremely rare Evil Phoenix.
From Qian Daoliu's perspective, these two Martial Soul are among the best, and their quality is quite good.
Unfortunately, it was Evil Martial Soul, and the owner of the Martial Soul also chose to walk the evil path, becoming Fallen Soul Master.
As for Zhongli Wu's harsh words before his death, Qian Daoliu didn't care at all, and even scoffed at them.
He has Soul Master at least a thousand, if not eight hundred. If threatening words could kill him, Qian Daoliu would have died eight hundred times over.
Before long, the commotion attracted the attention of others.
Not far away, another entrance was quietly opened on the ground, and two more figures slowly walked out of the base.
Qian Daoliu looked down at the two people who emerged hand in hand from the underground base, his eyes exceptionally cold.
"You've finally come out, but it's a pity you're a little late. Were those two your son and daughter-in-law?"
They're already dead. Your son seemed to be begging me for mercy before he died. How ridiculous!
"After his pleas for mercy failed, he resorted to threats, seemingly believing that you, as his mother, would surely avenge him..."
At this point, Qian Daoliu shook his head and sighed.
"Unfortunately, you'll be going down to see him soon too."
Long Xiaoyao, who also chose to take off, stared at Qian Daoliu from afar. Looking at the mess around him, he remained silent for a long time.
After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Qian Daoliu and said calmly, "Why must Your Majesty be so ruthless?"
"We've all chosen to flee here, to live in seclusion, so why won't you leave us a way to survive?"
"Haven't you killed enough Evil Soul Master? You should have slaughtered all the Evil Soul Master left behind by the Holy Spirit Cult. Isn't that enough? Why did you have to chase them all the way here?"
"So what if they're Evil Soul Master Evil Soul Master? Are they destined to die?"
There are pitiful people among them, isn't it unnecessary to be so ruthless towards them?
Are you serious?
Upon hearing Long Xiaoyao's words, Qian Daoliu's eyes widened in surprise, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"
But soon, as if remembering something, Qian Daoliu raised his hand to scratch his chin, looked at Long Xiaoyao, and said with a mocking expression:
"If I'm not mistaken, you're Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao, right?"
"It's me, that's right." Long Xiaoyao nodded.
He, the mighty Dragon Emperor Douluo, has not stooped to the point where he dares not even recognize his own name.
"That would be even more interesting."
Qian Daoliu laughed heartily, "The dignified Dragon Emperor Douluo has colluded with Evil Soul Master, I won't say anything more, it's your own choice."
But as he said this, Qian Daoliu's mocking expression deepened. "However, there's one thing I should remind you of."
"The mighty Dragon Emperor Douluo, having lurked in the Holy Spirit Cult for so long, surely still believes he is untainted by the mud?"
"You don't actually believe that everyone else is drunk and you're the only one who's sober, and that only you can see the pitiful side of these Evil Soul Master, do you?"
"Or have you been lurking in the Holy Spirit Cult for so long that you've heard and said similar things so many times that you've even fooled yourself now?"
Clang!
A sword rang out, and Qian Daoliu had once again drawn the Angel Holy Sword, its tip pointing directly at Long Xiaoyao.
"There may be pitiful people among the Evil Soul Master, but they are definitely not the Evil Soul Master in your Holy Spirit Cult."
Every Evil Soul Master died by my sword deserved to die.
This applies to both those who have already died and those who will die in the future.
"Moreover, as the Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult Holy Spirit Cult, are you truly unaware of the things they have done?"
Or do you simply not care at all?
"Some Evil Martial Soul Master with spirits that lean towards the normal Martial Soul, if properly nurtured, might very well be able to turn to the righteous path."
"But how does your Holy Spirit Cult do it?"
They went on a large-scale arrest spree, then used various means of coercion and enticement to force their Martial Soul to fall into evil, leading them down a path of no return, and forcing them to become members of the Holy Spirit Cult.
"They are the pitiful ones among the Evil Soul Master, not you!"
"Stop deceiving yourself like this, it's making me want to vomit!"
At this point, Qian Daoliu's tone became impatient:
"You're just making excuses for yourself, finding a way to comfort yourself and justify your own self-degradation by acting as an accomplice to evil!"
From the very beginning, you were very clear about what your actions meant!
You just don't care!
Qian Daoliu's words were even more sarcastic. "Or is it that from the very beginning, all you cared about was your own lower body and the woman standing next to you?"
Why are you so obsessed with her?
Or is she the unattainable moonlight in your heart...?
"For her sake, you'd be willing to stoop to associating with Evil Soul Master?" Qian Daoliu questioned.
"You're not allowed to mention Xishui!"
Long Xiaoyao, who had been silent until now, suddenly flew into a rage when he heard Qian Daoliu Ye Xishui.
Ye Xishui was the person Long Xiaoyao valued most, and in his view, no one was qualified to judge Ye Xishui's actions.
Moreover, someone like Qian Daoliu used such a contemptuous tone to criticize Ye Xishui.
"Hahaha!"
Qian Daoliu took in Long Xiaoyao's reaction and burst into laughter. "A Peerless Douluo, actually willingly becoming a lackey of Evil Soul Master because of personal feelings!"
"How ridiculous! It's utterly laughable!"
"Throughout the recorded history of the entire Douluo Continent, you probably wouldn't find many scoundrels like you!"
The further he went on, the more sarcastic Qian Daoliu's words became.
After Long Xiaoyao rescued Zhongli Wu from his grasp, Qian Daoliu secretly returned to the Shrek Academy.
After all, Shrek Academy is currently the number one power on the continent. The sudden emergence of Limit Douluo who is not Evil Soul Master must have been recorded by the Shrek Academy.
From Mu En, Qian Daoliu also learned about Long Xiaoyao's name, as well as the grudges and affections between Mu En, Long Xiaoyao, and Ye Xishui.
At this moment, Qian Daoliu felt extremely disgusted by Long Xiaoyao's choice.
Whether it's to repay a favor, or out of genuine affection for one's spouse, or for personal gain...
Long Xiaoyao's choices were all the worst possible options.
If he truly wants to be with Ye Xishui, and truly wants to shoulder the responsibilities of being a Soul Master and a man.
Years ago, before Ye Xishui's cultivation and strength became powerful, why not just take her away, cripple her cultivation and Martial Soul, and keep her under close watch?
Given Long Xiaoyao's background and strength, he definitely has the opportunity to accomplish all of this.
In this way, it can be said to be the best of both worlds.
With one less powerful Evil Soul Master on the continent, Long Xiaoyao can finally reunite with his beloved.
How did Ke Long Xiaoyao make his choice?
Join the Holy Spirit Cult, become a Supreme Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, and aid and abet evildoers.
In Qian Daoliu's view, the Evil Soul Master of this era, namely the Holy Spirit Cult, were able to develop to such a powerful extent.
Long Xiaoyao absolutely deserves credit.
If he could have nipped Ye Xishui in the bud, how could the Holy Spirit Cult have developed to its current state?
They even went so far as to say they were preparing to cooperate with the state to make it the state religion and announce it to the world.
That's Swagger.
After a long silence, Long Xiaoyao finally looked up, his dark eyes now devoid of any light, and gave a self-deprecating smile:
"Your Majesty, you are right. This is indeed my own fault. I made all the choices I made, so I should bear the consequences alone!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Long Xiaoyao had already taken to the air, facing off against Qian Daoliu from afar.
His Soul Power suddenly erupted, blotting out the sky and the sun, showing a faint tendency to rival Qian Daoliu.
Nine Soul Ring— two yellow, two purple, three black, and two red—had already appeared beneath his feet.
" Xishui, I'll help you one last time. I'll hold this old man off for you. Now you can leave."
"From now on, I'll abandon the Holy Spirit Cult and live in seclusion."
"With your strength Limit Douluo, if you were determined to hide, no one in this world could find you." As he said this, a death wish appeared in Long Xiaoyao's eyes, and he was determined to die.
Even before this person caught up, Long Xiaoyao had already considered risking his life to cover Ye Xishui's retreat.
Neither he nor Ye Xishui could defeat him in Single Battle; only if one of them stayed behind would the other have a chance to escape.
Is this your choice?
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, and nine Soul Ring— eight black and one red—reappeared beneath his feet. He slowly spoke:
"Absolutely utterly foolish!!!"
He had thought that Long Xiaoyao would repent after hearing his words.
But who would have thought they would remain so stubborn and unrepentant!
Since that's the case, then don't blame him for being impolite!
Let's kill Long Xiaoyao as Evil Soul Master, and then go after Ye Xishui.
If Ye Xishui manages to escape right under his nose, then Qian Daoliu will no longer be surnamed Qian!
Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu no longer hesitated. The phantom of Six-Winged Angel slowly appeared behind him, and at the same time, a slightly damaged Angel Holy Sword also appeared out of thin air, and then slowly merged with the Holy Sword in his hand.
With the integration of this Holy Sword, Qian Daoliu's aura was also elevated to an unprecedented level.