"Watch out, Clan Head!"
The guards abruptly stepped forward, four Soul Rings appearing-three yellow and one purple. They were all Soul Ancestors of the Cao Clan, and protecting the clan head's life was their mission.
"Hahaha! It's useless! Hand over the child!
Bang!
Wu Yong, an elder of the Holy Spirit Cult, leaped into the air, transformed into a blood snake, and shot forward.
The remaining Evil Soul Masters followed closely behind. None of them used powerful Soul Skills.
They were afraid of killing the child inside the Cao residence.
It was not yet time for him to die. At the very least, they had to get their hands on the treasure first.
"You want to take my child? Dream on!"
"Fifth Soul Skill, Mad Lion Stacking Waves!"
Five Soul Rings rose from beneath the Cao Clan head's feet. Despite the vast disparity in strength, he charged forward without the slightest fear.
Crack!
The floor cracked all over as the guards explosively exerted their strength and leaped into the air.
"A mere Soul King dares act so insolently? You don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs!"
The next instant,
A bloody hand wreathed in black Qi descended. Just as it was about to touch the Cao Clan head, the surrounding world instantly went dark.
Boom!
"Die!"
A dark figure appeared in an instant, nine blood-red Soul Rings encircling him. His terrifying Soul Power pressure instantly brought everyone to a halt.
Everyone below the rank of Titled Douluo collapsed to the ground. Apart from the Cao Clan members, who remained unaffected, everyone else suffered.
These low-ranking Evil Soul Masters were overwhelmed and slumped to the ground. Some even died on the spot, blood pouring from all seven orifices.
Only Wu Yong, the Holy Cult elder, remained in midair, struggling desperately to hold on.
"A Limit Douluo!!"
He had only ever felt such a presence from the Holy Spirit Cult's pontiff and chief consecrator.
An intense sense of danger instantly surged through him, and cold sweat poured down Wu Yong's back.
"My lord, why are you intervening in this matter?"
In Wu Yong's view, such a weak clan clearly could not have someone so powerful backing it.
Even the current Star Luo Empire had no expert like this.
Except for Shrek Academy.
But the person before him clearly was not Dragon God Douluo Mu En.
"Die!"
The dark figure said nothing more, raising his hand and pointing a finger.
Bang!
A powerful force erupted inside Wu Yong. The next second, he exploded with a thunderous blast, consigned to the past.
"Elder!!"
"The elder's dead!"
"What do we do?"
"L-Lord Douluo, spare us!"
The Holy Spirit Cult followers' hearts turned to dead ashes. They had just watched the elder be killed without the slightest power to fight back!
It was too terrifying!
But the next second, the dark figure answered their question for them.
The dark figure pressed his palms together, and an afterimage bore down like a colossal mountain.
Boom!
The earth shook.
There was almost no resistance. It was as simple as crushing a swarm of ants.
Not a single Holy Spirit Cult follower remained. Even their bodies and bones turned to dust and vanished.
The dark figure lowered his head for a glance. The Cao Clan members stared at him in astonishment.
The Cao Clan head opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something.
The dark figure ignored him. With a flash, he flew into the distance.
In the blink of an eye, he vanished.
"Clan Head, which of our clan's consecrated elders was that? He was incredible! He wiped them out with a single palm strike."
Uncle Li, the steward, wiped the cold sweat beading on his forehead, his face still shaken.
"He's not one of ours. Our Cao Clan couldn't possibly warrant someone like him."
"I wonder which senior that was. Li Wen, ask around about him later."
"Yes! Of course, Clan Head."
Star Luo City.
Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng and Cheng Gang's side were still at an impasse.
However, neither side had made a move, because a terrifying fellow was approaching from nearby.
"It really is a Limit Douluo!"
Zhang Peng sucked in a breath of cold air.
The dark figure looked at the dozens of panic-stricken faces around him, his hands hanging slightly lowered.
On his way here, he had already helped a guard unit deal with a group of Evil Soul Masters.
He had not expected to run into a few more now.
And these seemed to be the strongest ones.
"Are you with them?"
National Protector Cheng Gang and the others watched the dark figure approach them. He even seemed to be preparing to strike.
Those nine blood-red Soul Rings made their legs go weak.
"Senior, we are National Protectors of the Star Luo Empire. They belong to the Holy Spirit Cult."
Heavenly Water Douluo signaled with a glance.
Cheng Gang could only steel himself and face the dark figure. The other man's unfathomable depths filled him with boundless fear.
Right now, he desperately wanted to go back into secluded cultivation and never come out again.
"You don't smell like Evil Soul Masters. You may leave."
Fortunately, he had come to deal with Evil Soul Masters. Cheng Gang and the others swiftly fled into the distance, though they did not go too far.
The moment those words fell,
The dark figure turned and lunged straight at Zhang Peng and Blood Crow Douluo.
Pfft!
Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng spat out a mouthful of blood and dropped weakly to his knees.
"Old Zhang, I'm leaving first. We'll get together another time."
Seeing that things had taken a bad turn, Blood Crow Douluo hastily scattered his form and fled into the distance.
It was too terrifying!
Even Scorpion Tiger Douluo could not withstand him, so how much room did he have to act arrogant?
"You!!"
Zhang Peng's eyes widened with fury as he shakily rose from the ground. A Limit Douluo was actually this terrifying!
"Whoa! Even Scorpion Tiger Douluo couldn't withstand him! He's a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo!"
"Cheng Gang, which senior is this?"
"Is he the one from Shrek?"
Cheng Gang shook his head. "It's not him."
"Then who could it be?"
Amid everyone's shock, the dark figure clenched his hand, and Blood Crow Douluo froze in the distance.
Boom!
Before the dark figure, the rank ninety-two Titled Douluo burst apart as though he were made of paper.
"Blood Crow Douluo is dead!!"
"Th-this... this... this is... too terrifying!"
"This has already surpassed an ordinary Limit Douluo, hasn't it?"
"I feel like even the one from Shrek couldn't beat him."
"Isn't that obvious? Every single one of his rings is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. Have you ever seen such an outrageous Soul Ring configuration?"
Looking at the dark figure, Cheng Gang felt as weak as an ant.
Oh! He had forgotten-his Martial Soul was an ant to begin with.
"Zhang Peng should be next!"
Several old men watched Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng with gloating expressions, as though he were already a dead man in their eyes.
"Am I, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, really going to fall here today?"
"I'll fight you to the death!"
Roar!
The black Qi in the air contracted inward. He let out a furious roar, thrust both fists forward, bared his sharp fangs, and collided with the dark figure.
The moment Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng released his beast souls, they latched onto the dark figure. This was Zhang Peng's eighth Soul Skill, Twelve Beast Envoys.
Each beast envoy possessed cultivation equivalent to an eight-ring Soul Master. Before they could entangle the dark figure,
All twelve beast envoys were crushed in an instant.
Then the dark figure unhesitatingly drove a palm toward his chest. Zhang Peng reacted in time, pressing his broad palm against it.
Boom!
"Aah! That hurts like hell!"
Blood kept bursting from the webbing between his thumbs and forefingers, and the Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones in both his arms had shattered as well.
Zhang Peng despaired!
Just as the dark figure was about to strike again,
A rift suddenly appeared in midair, and a figure stepped out of it.
An aged voice rang out. "Zhang Peng, you can't handle this. Leave it to me. Don't forget the deal between us!"
"It's just joining the Holy Spirit Cult, isn't it? Fine, I agree."
"Thanks!"
Forcing his nearly collapsing body to hold on, Zhang Peng fled into the distance.
Cheng Gang and the others exchanged glances.
"Should we go after him?"
"While he's sick, take his life."
"Come on, let's beat him into a wall lizard!"
(End of chapter)