No matter how today ended, the Holy Spirit Cult had already suffered a devastating blow!
Even if those Titled Douluo managed to survive and return with Zhongli Wu, they would never be of one heart with him again.
As a fellow evil soul master, Zhongli Wu knew all too well what was in their minds.
Since that was the case…
Zhongli Wu's eyes suddenly grew savage. The Death God Puppet appeared, unleashing a bloody aura behind the other Titled Douluo. The puppet's threads lashed out, binding them tight, piercing through their bodies one after another!
The Death God Puppet began ravenously draining their blood and power.
"No, Zhongli Wu! You can't do this!"
"Damn you… release me!"
"Ahhh! Curse you!"
"Cult Master, spare me! Cult Master!!"
"…"
No matter how they screamed, Zhongli Wu remained unmoved. His expression was cold, his voice as dark as shadow:
"Since none of you are willing to obey me, then offer up your final strength for the sake of this cult! Rest assured, I will put your power to good use!"
Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen went pale as paper at the sight.
Neither of them had ever witnessed such a scene before.
The God of Destiny took a step forward, thrusting his sword toward Zhongli Wu. Zhongli Wu roared:
"Feng Ling, stop him!"
Perhaps because Feng Ling was his wife, or perhaps because he exerted some control over her, Zhongli Wu had not targeted her just now.
At that moment, Feng Ling stood dazed among the other Titled Douluo, not knowing what to do.
Only when she heard Zhongli Wu's shout did she regain her senses, spreading her phoenix wings and lunging at the God of Destiny.
The God of Destiny twirled his blade in a flourish and slashed lightly. In an instant, half of Feng Ling's wings were severed.
Her face twisted in agony, but even so, she continued to stand in his way, mustering all the power she could to buy Zhongli Wu time.
And in that brief instant, Zhongli Wu finished devouring the power of the other Titled Douluo. Their flesh and bones melted into the Death God Puppet, becoming part of his strength.
The God of Destiny severed one of Feng Ling's arms next. Blood sprayed across the mirrored battlefield, her complexion instantly turning deathly pale. She could no longer block the way.
Zhongli Wu drew a deep breath. His strength had now risen to a level surpassing even that of a level 98 Super Douluo!
Though he had yet to take the final step to become an Ultimate Douluo, at this moment, not even Xuanzi or Du Busi would have been his match.
As the God of Destiny charged with sword in hand, Zhongli Wu did not hesitate. He unleashed all his might, not at his foe, but against the very domain of Mirror Flower, Water Moon.
During this time, he had realized that Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong's martial soul fusion skill drew its greatest strength only within this domain.
Seeing him strike directly at the domain, Xiao Hongchen and Meng Hongchen both cried out in alarm:
"Not good!"
But the God of Destiny remained calm.
Indeed, the domain continuously weakened enemies while empowering its host. Recognizing this and breaking the domain was a valid choice. But even if he shattered it—so what?
Ditian was still outside.
Cracks spread across the mirrored world, inch by inch. The fragments scattered, glowing with milky-white light before fading into transparency.
The starlit illusion vanished. They had returned to reality.
In the sky, Ye Xishui was driven back by a palm strike from Ditian. Seeing the domain collapse, and that only Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling emerged—Feng Ling missing an arm—her expression hardened.
"Zhongli Wu, what happened?" Ye Xishui demanded coldly.
Zhongli Wu shouted up:
"Mother! Those two brats of the Jiang family— their martial soul fusion skill is on par with a level 98 Super Douluo!"
Ye Xishui had already noticed the presence of the God of Destiny, but she hadn't imagined Zhongli Wu would fail even with so many strong allies. It was unbelievable. How old were Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong, after all?
Where could they have possibly gained such terrifying power?
Could it be… they were the Chosen Ones of Douluo Continent?
On the other side, Ditian was also watching with intrigue. Though they called it a martial soul fusion, in his senses, what Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong displayed seemed to be more than that.
"Senior Ditian, let's join hands and keep them all here!"
The God of Destiny looked up at him, but the voice that emerged was a harmonious chant of both Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong together.
"You…"
Ditian's brows knit slightly.
Even with his willpower, that voice carried a pressure that made him falter for an instant.
Was this the power bestowed upon them by the gods they inherited?
But at that moment, a streak of black light shot from the distance. A man in black battle garb—Long Xiaoyao—appeared before Ye Xishui, bowing toward Ditian and the God of Destiny. In a low voice, he said:
"Lord Ditian, and young friends… the Holy Spirit Cult has already paid such a heavy price. Might we end things here?"
Xiao Hongchen found his courage and shouted:
"You think you can just walk away after saying that? If Shengyu and Qingtong didn't have the strength, who knows what would've happened? Now that you're losing, you want to stop? Too late!"
Ditian cast him a brief glance, then looked back at Long Xiaoyao. He could tell Ye Xishui had not gone all out, but he could also sense that Long Xiaoyao's power was no less than hers.
Ditian frowned in thought, then turned to the God of Destiny:
"Jiang siblings, what do you say?"
The God of Destiny paused, then the dual voices of Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong replied in unison:
"Today, we will give Senior this face."
Since both had spoken, Ditian did not press further. He said to Long Xiaoyao:
"Very well. Let's go."
"Many thanks, Lord Ditian. Many thanks to the two young friends." Long Xiaoyao bowed to both Ditian and the God of Destiny, then seized Ye Xishui's arm, pulling her away.
Ye Xishui struggled, but she was no longer at her peak. Against Long Xiaoyao's pull, she had no choice but to leave.
As for Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling—if Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui were gone, then staying behind would mean certain death. They could never stand against Ditian. Unless they wanted to die, they had no choice but to flee. So as Long Xiaoyao dragged Ye Xishui away, they too immediately followed.
Before departing, the God of Destiny struck Zhongli Wu once more. He screamed as half his body was frozen solid by ultimate ice, but dared not look back—only fleeing faster.
Only after they had gone did the God of Destiny's form shimmer with white light, reverting to Jiang Shengyu and Jiang Qingtong.
Ditian stepped before them, staring intently for a long while before asking:
"That power you used—was that truly your martial soul fusion skill? Or… was it the summoning of a god's strength?"
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