Among the four elders dispatched by the Holy Spirit Cult this time, Masquerade Douluo possessed an unusual soul ring configuration due to the special nature of his martial soul. Although far inferior to Zhongli Wu and Feng Ling, it still exceeded conventional understanding.
One yellow, three purple, five black, compared to a normal soul master's soul rings, the colors of his nine soul rings appeared much dimmer, as if shrouded by a layer of gray mist.
Masquerade Douluo's second, third, and fourth soul rings, the three purple thousand-year ones, flashed in succession. The massive face phantom behind him suddenly surged forward, directly enveloping Xu Zihuang.
His eerie laughter grew even more sinister and piercing.
"Little thing, you have quite the nerve, daring to provoke our Holy Cult. But you're far too overconfident. Today, this old man will let you taste the flavor of my Resentful Spirit Mask devouring souls. I'll have it consume your soul, starting from one soul, and one soul starting bit by bit. That sensation, tsk tsk tsk…"
As he spoke, Masquerade Douluo made no effort to conceal the intense greed in his expression.
He could sense the formidable strength of Xu Zihuang's spiritual power and soul force. If it could serve as nourishment devoured by his demonic maggots, it would greatly benefit his future cultivation progress.
Zhongli Wu and Du Busi had both ascended above five thousand meters in the sky. With their cultivation, even the mere residual energy waves from their clash were enough to threaten the safety of ordinary Titled Douluo.
Ninety-eighth level Super Douluo, they had already approached infinitely close to the limit of human soul masters.
Fortunately, the two tacitly moved their battlefield to such an aerial restricted zone.
However, both Zhongli Wu and Du Busi were closely monitoring the battle situations in the other areas. It was difficult for their fight to produce a victor in a short time; the overall direction of the battle essentially depended on their subordinates.
Upon noticing that Masquerade Douluo had recklessly sought out Xu Zihuang alone, Zhongli Wu's expression instantly changed. His furious voice exploded in the air.
"Idiot! Don't face him alone! The one who killed Wu Yun and Wu Yu was him. Nether, go assist the Masquerade!"
Among the eight great elders of the Holy Spirit Cult, Masquerade Douluo was the most abnormal. His Demonic Maggot martial soul required constant devouring of human brains and souls to cultivate. This allowed his cultivation speed to be extremely fast, and even his spiritual power realm could be elevated by devouring the souls of soul masters. But the drawback was that Masquerade Douluo's mental state was extremely unstable; he was often in a chaotic condition under normal circumstances.
If Masquerade Douluo had a clear mind, he could have seen from the earlier changes just how extraordinary Xu Zihuang was.
Zhongli Wu's words caused the previously unaware Heavenly Centipede Douluo, Dark Lightning Douluo, and Netherworld Douluo to all feel a chill in their hearts.
The Wu Yun and Wu Yu sisters were also considered quite strong within their Holy Spirit Cult. They possessed powerful spiritual-attribute martial souls, the Vengeful Souls, and the two sisters even had a martial soul fusion skill. When working together, they were capable of contending with any one of them.
"Fourth!"
The Titled Douluo elders of the Holy Spirit Cult had cooperated more than once. Heavenly Centipede Douluo Nangong Wan immediately made a decisive low shout. The black light of his seventh soul ring instantly burst forth brilliantly.
The martial soul phantom behind Nangong Wan suddenly became solid, while his own body had already vanished. A massive centipede form radiating eerie green light swelled violently. In just one breath, its length exceeded fifty meters. Hundreds of pairs of sharp legs blocked the sky full of blood blades.
These blood blades naturally came from Condensed Blood Douluo. Condensed Blood Douluo took blood as his martial soul; not only could he control the blood within his own body and change its form, but he could also use it as a medium to draw and control the blood inside his enemies' bodies for his own use.
For soul masters with beast martial souls, releasing their martial soul's true body form combined soul power with the martial soul's origin to create an illusion; it was not truly transforming into a soul beast.
Yet even in his martial soul true body state, when Nangong Wan touched those blood blades, he still felt his blood and qi surging and flowing backward. If this were under normal conditions, the circulation of soul power in his body would likely have been affected.
This group of monsters from the Body Sect is truly bad luck!
Nangong Wan cursed resentfully in his heart. Compared to him, that Condensed Blood Douluo from the Body Sect seemed even more like an evil soul master.
The advantage he usually held against other soul masters had completely vanished here.
Dark Lightning Douluo also promptly cooperated with Nangong Wan. His right hand slammed downward fiercely, and a blue-black electric dragon instantly burst from his arm. The blue-black electric dragon plunged straight down, exploding into a massive electric net that enveloped a wide area of space, blocking Condensed Blood Douluo's follow-up attacks. At the same time, smaller versions of electric dragons condensed on the surface of the net, as if granted life, and shot fiercely toward Condensed Blood Douluo and Spirit Brain Douluo Lang Ya.
Dark Lightning Douluo's martial soul was Dark Lightning Element, a variant thunder-element martial soul. In addition to extremely powerful thunder attributes, Dark Lightning Element also carried a trace of sinister yin-evil qi. This yin-evil qi could only be absorbed in piles of the dead. Thus, the stronger the death qi in a place, the more powerful this Third Elder Dark Lightning Douluo became.
When Dark Lightning Douluo was young, he had not yet fallen into the evil path. Even without drawing on the yin-evil qi within his martial soul, it was still a relatively powerful existence, at least on the same level as Shrek Academy's ice-control soul master Ling Luochen's ice-element martial soul.
It was only after failing to pursue the Earth Dragon Gate's sect master Nan Shuishui that, in a fit of rage, he became an evil soul master. Moreover, he bitterly cultivated soul tools to reach the rank of ninth-level soul mentor. Dual cultivation as both soul master and soul mentor made his overall strength far surpass that of soul masters of the same level. Thus, even with only ninety-second level soul power, he could still suppress the ninety-third level Fourth Elder Netherworld Douluo.
Third Elder Dark Lightning Douluo combined his martial soul with the soul tools he had researched, possessing a unique combat style. By amplifying his soul skills through soul tools, every one of his attacks carried the power of Dark Lightning Element.
The cooperation was not only on Nangong Wan's and Third Elder's side; the Body Sect side was the same. With a spiritual-type Titled Douluo like Lang Ya present, there was no way they would easily let Nangong Wan and Third Elder gain the upper hand.
Lang Ya narrowed his eyes slightly. With him and Condensed Blood Douluo at the center, the surrounding space began to distort violently. It felt like the rippling heat waves one sees around flames when in a dazed state, everything seemed to become illusory.
The electric dragons released by Dark Lightning Douluo's soul tool all deviated from their trajectories and struck empty air.
Lang Ya's gaze then locked onto the Fourth Elder behind Nangong Wan and the Third Elder. Seeing dense black mist rising from his body, he sneered disdainfully, "You think you can break through the seal of my spiritual domain?"
As he spoke, the rippling waves instantly spread toward the Fourth Elder's side. But that black mist had already completely enveloped Fourth Elder Netherworld Douluo.
It was as if Fourth Elder was entirely unaffected. The black mist turned, and in the next instant, he had already left this area.
Nangong Wan and Third Elder merely gave mocking sneers.
A spiritual-attribute titled Douluo, so what? Can you stop our Fourth?
Zhongli Wu's choice to have Netherworld Douluo support Masquerade Douluo was not without reason.
Netherworld Douluo's martial soul was the Nether Sword, a tool martial soul. This Nether Sword was extremely peculiar; when used, it could open an accompanying space half-real, half-illusory, unfathomable to gods and ghosts. While inside this accompanying space, one could be immune to all soul skill effects unless it was a spatial-attribute soul skill that directly affected this accompanying space of his.
It was somewhat similar to escaping into the void.
The reason Netherworld Douluo was considered an evil soul master was that each time he opened this accompanying space, he needed to burn one person's soul as a sacrifice. At the Titled Douluo level of cultivation, he could seal up to nine souls at most, meaning he could open the accompanying space nine times. It was truly a god-tier life-saving skill.
However, once the sealed souls were used up, they needed replenishment. Even so, among evil soul masters, Netherworld Douluo could be considered one who committed relatively few sins.
But at that moment, the situation on Xu Zihuang's side suddenly reversed. It was impossible to see exactly what Xu Zihuang had done, but the face phantom released by Masquerade Douluo melted away in an instant. Moreover, Masquerade Douluo himself seemed to suffer a severe injury, his aura becoming incredibly weak.
Xu Zihuang's figure flashed instantly in front of Masquerade Douluo, his raised right hand aimed directly at the other's face.
"Stop!"
Netherworld Douluo's urgent voice came from within the black mist. The black mist surged, and a chilling cold gleam appeared, slashing straight down toward Xu Zihuang's head.
In this flash of lightning, Xu Zihuang did not even glance at Netherworld Douluo's side.
"Scram!"
A streak of purple-golden light flashed past. Thunder light condensed, and the Thunder God Spear appeared in Xu Zihuang's left hand. The magnificent Thunder God Spear swept horizontally, thunder light coiling around it, dispersing a large portion of the black mist enveloping Netherworld Douluo.
Extreme thunder was innately the nemesis of all evil and sinister things; naturally, it countered Netherworld Douluo's martial soul and abilities without issue.
Netherworld Douluo let out a miserable scream. The black mist around him contracted, transforming into the pitch-black, profound main body of the Nether Sword, slashing vertically downward.
"Ding—"
The crisp, explosive sound of metal clashing rang out. Netherworld Douluo's figure came to an abrupt halt, his entire body stained with purple-golden thunder light.
As a Titled Douluo, in this collision, he had fallen into a complete disadvantage.
But this was only natural. Although Xu Zihuang's current soul power cultivation was somewhat lacking, his combat strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Titled Douluo. Not to mention that his extreme thunder attribute perfectly countered these evil soul masters.
Xu Zihuang's expression remained indifferent, his gaze still fixed on Masquerade Douluo without shifting. With no emotional fluctuation, he said softly with a smile, "Don't be impatient. You're next."
As his words fell, countless purple-golden light points emerged from the palm of his right hand, floating around Masquerade Douluo like fireflies across the sky.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—"
The purple-golden light points, extreme thunder compressed to the limit, suddenly released their restraints. The terrifying explosive power of thunder completely engulfed Masquerade Douluo's body. Continuous explosions seemed to shatter the void.
Thunder Fireflies!
Though the might of Thunder Fireflies was not as astonishing as Dark Demon Evil Thunder, eradicating a mere ninety-first level soul power Masquerade Douluo was more than enough.
The purple-golden light dissipated, and in this space, Masquerade Douluo's figure had already vanished. A powerful Titled Douluo evil soul master had been forcefully erased by Xu Zihuang, body and bones utterly destroyed!
Only then did Xu Zihuang turn his deep gaze sideways toward Netherworld Douluo.
Netherworld Douluo was, after all, a Titled Douluo, and his martial soul was a tool martial soul certainly not suppressed by Xu Zihuang as severely as Masquerade Douluo had been. Relying on his deep soul power, he finally dispelled the purple-golden thunder light on his body.
But upon meeting Xu Zihuang's gaze, his face turned deathly pale, his entire body chilled to the bone.
Although Netherworld Douluo did not know what method Xu Zihuang had used to render Masquerade instantly unable to resist and then kill him, the facts before his eyes already explained a great deal.
His strength was indeed greater than Masquerade Douluo's, but not by much.
Escape! He absolutely could not die here in such a vague, unclear, and inexplicable way like Masquerade had!
This was the only thought in Netherworld Douluo's mind, yet his body's instinctive reaction was even faster.
The originally black Nether Sword bloomed with ink-green light. Waves of wails as if from the depths of hell rang out. Faintly, several humanoid light shadows shattered, and then the light on Fourth Elder's Nether Sword became strangely eerie.
The green sword glow refracted, dividing this space into two worlds. Another deep purple Nether Sword quietly appeared, positioned parallel to the green Nether Sword.
Immediately after, the two Nether Swords overlapped each other. The ink-green and deep purple worlds fused. Dual-colored light flickered, forming a vast, illusory, eerie space, boundless and endless.
Xu Zihuang, standing within this illusory space, showed no change in expression from beginning to end. He said calmly, "I said, you're next."
Another deep purple long spear appeared in his hand; it was the Destruction Spear.
Xu Zihuang held the Thunder God Spear in one hand and the Destruction Spear in the other, crossing them behind his back.
Two resounding dragon roars echoed through this space. A deep purple giant dragon and a black-purple giant dragon intertwined and coiled around him. At this moment, both the Thunder God Spear and Destruction Spear became crystal clear, like water crystals.
In the next instant, the two giant dragon phantoms flashed past following Xu Zihuang's forward thrust with both spears. Purple-golden and deep purple heaven-shaking dual-colored spear glows filled the accompanying space opened by Netherworld Douluo. From an outside perspective, streaks of purple-golden and deep purple cracks spread across the surface of this space, then shattered with a boom.
Xu Zihuang casually swung the Thunder God Spear and Destruction Spear in his hands.
"Double Dragon Evil-Breaking Rend."
A hundred meters behind him, Netherworld Douluo stared in disbelief at Xu Zihuang's back, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness. Streaks of light overflowed from within his body, condensing into strands, then turning into incomparably clear cracks.
After a few breaths, the light in Netherworld Douluo's eyes completely faded. His body and the Nether Sword in his hand exploded simultaneously. No blood sprayed out of his body, simply shattered, turning to ashes under the wash of the dual-colored light.
Netherworld Douluo, fallen!
In such a short span of time, two of the Holy Spirit Cult's Titled Douluo had already been slain by Xu Zihuang. That balance had thus been broken.
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