Chapter 151: The Disgusting Evil Soul Masters, the Snow Empress's Hatred!
This line wasn't spoken by Xie Xie, after all, he wasn't an idiot.
Instead, it came from Yue Zhengyu.
"Where are you going?"
Because of the trio's unique nature, even Qian Gu Zhangting didn't dare to provoke them easily, though Yue Zhengyu remained quite curious.
Seeing them sneak away secretly—it was clear they were up to something!
The next moment, Yue Zhengyu suddenly felt engulfed by an icy chill, nearly suffocating.
What terrifying cold glares those were!
He could barely withstand one, let alone three.
Qian Gu Zhangting sneered. "Brainless fool."
Didn't he realize even he wouldn't mess with that guy surnamed Jiang?
That was the treasure of the Huo family, the offspring of a million-year soul beast.
After several millennia, yet another family appeared with a god-level martial soul like Yuanen's Titan Giant Ape.
Although he didn't know why the two women were always around that guy, it was none of his business.
What was he supposed to do—try to provoke the Jiang line and eat a twelfth-level fixed soul guidance cannon?
As a descendant of the Spirit Transferring Tower's founder, even if the Ice Spirit Douluo never recognized them, everyone knew about the Huo family's status back then—especially their inherited Spirit Eyes martial soul.
"Brother Jiang Chen, did you find something?"
Xie Xie asked cautiously. In front of Jiang Chen, he could never be as relaxed as he was with Tang Wulin.
"We found traces of a phoenix. The place is… interesting, but it's dangerous. You'd better not go."
With the bloodline of the Evil God flowing in his veins, there was no way he couldn't sense a familiar presence.
Within a thousand miles, even without divine sense, he could feel that same-origin aura.
Of course, though his bloodline came from the Evil God, he wasn't evil himself.
As the God of Original Sin had said, they only mastered sin—they weren't truly sinful.
"We're not afraid of danger!"
Although Xu Xiaoyan felt weak compared to them, she wasn't worthless.
At least her soul skills were useful when she needed to forcibly control the situation.
Jiang Chen shook his head.
"Forget it, suit yourselves. Just keep up, then."
In the next instant, dark wings unfolded behind him and he shot into the sky, disappearing into the horizon.
The Snow Empress's footsteps bloomed with lotus snow beneath her, walking in the air—each step birthing another lotus. It looked slow, but each step covered a thousand miles, vanishing from sight as well.
As for Gu Yue, she had already slipped through a spatial rift the moment Jiang Chen's Evil God bloodline flared.
Everyone else:
Wait—how are we supposed to catch up?!
Normally, unless one's martial soul was special or unless they had a flying-type soul skill, one couldn't fly before reaching the Soul Sage stage.
And they didn't even have mechas.
How to chase them then?
"How to chase? Just chase!"
Qian Gu Zhangting sighed helplessly. If he hadn't established his "class monitor" persona to protect the class, he would've flown off long ago.
Although the task was a group assessment, individual performance determined final scores.
This damned job—one wrong move and points would be deducted.
Still, as the young master of the Spirit Transferring Tower, how could he let someone else play leader while he acted subordinate?
He could only smile bitterly.
The burdens of responsibility weighed heavy.
But he still led the group toward the direction Jiang Chen had gone.
Huo Yun'er stood dumbfounded, staring at the sky where Jiang Chen disappeared.
"Old… ancestor? Ran away?"
"Why didn't he take Ling'er with him!"
Regret filled her heart. Why couldn't she fly!
She summoned her white little tiger and squeezed it in frustration.
"Useless creature! Why can't you make me fly?"
The Evil-Eyed Saint King tilted its head, meowing helplessly, "Meow~ Roar~"
"There are evil soul masters ahead—seems one of them is at Titled Douluo level," Gu Yue said with a slight frown.
Although her injuries had mostly healed and revealing her true form could easily kill a Titled Douluo in seconds, this was still a trial, and she was merely a "student."
It wasn't the time to expose her identity. The others were in the same position.
So Jiang Chen pulled out his communication device to call for backup.
With Ao Rui and Mo Zihong stationed nearby, capable of using their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, even an Ultimate Douluo would hesitate to face them head-on.
Dealing with the Holy Spirit Cult would be easy.
"The communication signal is being jammed—it's really the Holy Spirit Cult causing trouble."
Fortunately, it wasn't just a simple communicator at all—it was the summoning device of the Evil-Eyed Tyrant King. Any message he needed delivered could be sent directly through it.
At the mention of the Holy Spirit Cult, the Snow Empress's expression turned cold.
Her hatred for them burned as fiercely as any human's.
Where did the Abyssal Plane first emerge?
Naturally, in the harshest and most desolate place of all—the Extreme North.
Six thousand years ago, the Abyssal Plane suddenly descended upon the Extreme North, bringing disaster and slaughtering countless soul beasts.
Back then, the Snow Empress hadn't cared much for the creation of the Spirit Transferring Tower.
Although she joined as a nominal member, she had little contact with the Douluo Federation—only recruiting a few talented ice-element soul masters each year to give them the chance to form soul spirit contracts.
The Snow Empress herself spent most of her years in slumber or cultivation, detached from worldly affairs.
But then came the day the Blood Moon descended upon the Extreme North—the day the Abyssal invasion began.
Even though the Snow Empress had confronted and blocked the Abyssal Emperor, ruler of the Third Layer of the Abyss, the Fiery Emperor, the abyssal creatures had fought like they sought death itself, massacring soul beasts mindlessly.
The Extreme North suffered immense losses.
If the Spirit Transferring Tower hadn't reacted in time, if Di Tian hadn't descended personally and struck the Fiery Emperor with the Dragon God's Claw, the region might have been annihilated entirely.
At that time, mecha and battle armors were still in developmental stages—far from today's four-word armors and organized corps.
Only the plane's restrictions and Di Tian's might had kept the Abyss from advancing further.
After all, the Abyssal Plane couldn't launch a full-scale invasion—if the Abyssal Saint King and the Nine Emperors had all descended together, the Douluo Continent might not have survived.
Now, thousands of years later, the Blood God Legion continued its tireless war against the Abyssal Plane.
But the Federation eventually discovered that the Holy Spirit Cult's evil soul masters were the ones reopening the Abyssal passage.
That was the source of the Snow Empress's burning hatred toward both the Abyss and the Holy Spirit Cult.
"Alright, alright!"
Jiang Chen patted her shoulder gently to comfort her.
"Don't worry, the Abyssal Plane can be dealt with. I'll help you get your revenge!"
(END CHAPTER)
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