Feng Ling, Nangong Wan, Ancient Demon Douluo...
The number of Evil Douluo from the Holy Spirit Cult who had died at Ling Bai's hands had exceeded ten. As Ling Bai grew ever stronger, Zhongli Wu became increasingly uneasy. Now that the three factions had been successfully surrounded at West Mountain outside Mingdu, the others could wait—he had to kill the Six-Winged Angel first, the natural nemesis of Evil Soul Masters!
The seventh soul ring shone brightly. Martial Soul Avatar, Death God Demon Puppet!
The Death God Demon Puppet had been inherited from Ye Xishui's first martial soul, the Blood Soul Demon Puppet, and had undergone a positive mutation and evolution. Its evil attribute surpassed even the original. The student surpassed the master—Zhongli Wu was the one more suited to the title of Death God!
A phantom black shadow with indistinct features appeared behind him. Zhongli Wu gripped a pitch-black scythe, radiating a chillingly evil aura. He seemed to transform into the Death God himself as he swung Death God's Scythe!
Zhongli Wu's cultivation was already extremely close to that of an Ultimate Douluo, second only to the three Ultimate Douluo and Kong Deming, who controlled the Rank Ten Soul Tool, the Silver Moon Divine Light Shroud. Empowered by his Martial Soul Avatar, he became like a streak of black lightning. The people who had emerged alongside Ling Bai had no time to react, their expressions frozen in their initial terror.
A sword radiance that shone brilliantly even beneath the daylight swept forth, its sacred blade-light enveloping Zhongli Wu and his scythe alike.
This sword strike had not moved in a smooth line. Ling Bai's wrist trembled slightly as he swung, and the Angel Holy Sword traced a beautiful arc through the air. To Zhongli Wu, its sacred, blazing aura was