Demonic Fist Douluo waved his fists toward the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, and the air immediately filled with a series of swishing sounds.
Just as Demonic Fist Douluo circulated his Soul Power and a bronze-colored radiance spread over his fists, Du Busi raised a hand to stop him.
"Wait. We came here this time to raze the White Tiger Duke's Mansion to the ground and teach them a lesson."
"We'll only injure people, not kill them, and cause them enormous financial losses."
Demonic Fist Douluo frowned, clearly displeased.
Du Busi continued, "Huo Yuhao has to take his own revenge. We can't take his place when it comes to killing his enemies with his own hands."
"What we want is for outsiders to know that they must not casually break or hurt the children of our Body Sect!"
Demonic Fist Douluo fell silent for a moment.
If it were him, he probably wouldn't want someone else to kill his enemies for him either.
Standing before his enemies in person, smashing their pride punch by punch, watching them kneel and beg for mercy, and inflicting mental wounds on them-that was how real men like them took revenge!
Demonic Fist Douluo grinned. "Then let's tear this place down first and let Huo Yuhao deal with them himself later!"
Du Busi raised both hands and struck a pose as though holding up the heavens.
In an instant, his entire body was covered in layers of dark green golden light, and a golden humanoid phantom took shape behind him.
Two yellow, two purple, two black, and three red Soul Rings rose from beneath Du Busi's feet, and terrifying Soul Power swept out in all directions.
Even when he merely released his Soul Power, the immense pressure he exerted could be felt, like Mount Tai bearing down from above!
"Eighth Soul Skill, Death Feast!"
The eighth, red Soul Ring lit up in an instant, bursting with blinding red light. Streaks of green light shot up from Du Busi's body and descended over the White Tiger Duke's Mansion before him.
Once the green light fell, it immediately transformed into enormous masses of light that immersed the entire White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
Walls, roofs, and stone pillars rapidly cracked and collapsed under the erosion of that green power.
Piercing, agonized screams immediately rang throughout the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"Haiya ku, haiya ku, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion is going to collapse!"
"All Soul Masters, listen up! Protect the duke's wife!"
For a time, the White Tiger Duke's Mansion was in complete chaos, with all sorts of voices rising one after another.
The Soul Masters, commoners, nobles, and the duchess who had been living inside all fled in a sorry state.
Demonic Fist Douluo stood at the main entrance of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion, slowly clenching his fists as his knuckles cracked repeatedly.
His face was full of excitement as he watched those people flee for their lives.
"Trying to run? Not a chance!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Demonic Fist Douluo abruptly stepped forward.
Demonic Fist Douluo threw a punch, sending a Soul Master flying backward into a broken stone pillar, where he lost consciousness on the spot.
Another Soul Master was sent flying by the force of his punch and slammed heavily into the ground. After struggling a few times, he completely lost consciousness.
Whether they were guards, nobles, or Soul Masters of the Duke's Mansion, none who ran out could withstand that punch.
Demonic Fist Douluo did not even use a Soul Skill. Relying solely on pure, primal brute force, he sent them all flying, one punch apiece.
Woohoo!
The people of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion could fly~
That day, the people of Star Luo City noticed a strange phenomenon.
To their surprise, they discovered that the people of the White Tiger Duke's Mansion had kept something hidden from them for a century.
Without using Soul Power, even those who weren't flying Soul Masters could fly!
"All of you, stay down right here!"
The more Demonic Fist Douluo fought, the more exhilarating he found it. Even the sandbags he often trained with had never been this satisfying to hit!
Rumble!!!
Just then, a tremendous crash suddenly erupted from the White Tiger Duke's Mansion.
The once grand and imposing Duke's Mansion was reduced to rubble in the blink of an eye. Du Busi lowered his hands, and the Soul Rings beneath his feet vanished in an instant.
Among the ruins, only the duchess and the two Seven-Ring Soul Sages shielding her remained.
Demonic Fist Douluo strode menacingly toward the duchess, and the two Soul Saints protecting her released their Martial Souls at the same time.
Seven Soul Rings rose in succession, and surging Soul Power bore down on Demonic Fist Douluo, exerting pressure on him!
Yet that little bit of power could not make Demonic Fist Douluo pause for even a second.
"You think the two of you can stop me?!"
Demonic Fist Douluo gave a cold snort and struck out with both fists at once.
Just as the two Soul Saints were about to complete their Martial Soul Possession, their seventh, black Soul Rings lit up.
Boom!
The violent force of his fists tore through their defenses in an instant.
The two Soul Saints grunted at the same time, their bodies flying backward and crashing into the ruins.
The duchess's face was deathly pale, her magnificent gown already in tatters. She was in an utterly sorry state.
She pointed at Demonic Fist Douluo, her voice trembling. "You inhuman creatures, don't you know that the gods we of the Duke's Mansion worship are our ancestors from ten thousand years ago, the War God Dai Mubai and the God of Speed Zhu Zhuqing?!"
"Today you dare destroy the Duke's Mansion. Tomorrow, you will suffer their retribution!"
"War God? God of Speed? Retribution! Hahahahaha!" Demonic Fist Douluo roared with laughter. "Sorry about that, but I only let my fists do the talking."
Demonic Fist Douluo was fairly certain that the woman before him was the duchess who had taken the lead in oppressing Huo Yuhao.
Without another word, he reached out, gripped the duchess by the neck, and lifted her off the ground.
Demonic Fist Douluo held the duchess in midair as she desperately clawed at him, her expression gradually turning ferocious.
Demonic Fist Douluo showed no mercy. Only when her eyes rolled back and she lost consciousness did he casually toss her to the ground.
Du Busi glanced casually at the duchess on the ground and said, "You didn't strangle her to death, did you?"
Demonic Fist Douluo rolled his shoulders and said calmly, "Don't worry. I left her enough breath to survive."
Hearing that, Du Busi glanced over the Duke's Mansion, now reduced to rubble, and nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go!"
The two departed in an instant.
It was not long before several soldiers of the Star Luo Imperial Family hurried to the scene. Looking at the ruins before them and the duchess and others lying unconscious on the ground, they froze on the spot.
One of the soldiers said, "Didn't I tell you? We only get paid a few hundred Gold Soul Coins, so why risk our lives against them?"
"Boss, we'll follow your lead from now on."
The other soldiers could hardly imagine just how far ahead their boss's eyes had seen.
If they had arrived a step earlier, there would have been a few more people lying here.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry and fetch the Medical Immortal!"
"And call a whole lot more of the brothers over while you're at it!"
"Yes, sir!"
Shrek Outer Court
Women's dormitory, room 502.
Wang Dong'er and Gu Ruiqiu looked at each other with resentment written all over their faces.
After a long standoff, Gu Ruiqiu asked, "Let me ask the most important question: Huo Yuhao isn't at Shrek or the Tang Sect, so where did he go?"