Peerless: The Evil Soul Master's Guide to Saving the World

"I bet your gun is empty..."

Xu Cheng's voice echoed in the palace hall, and Ye Xishui's withered fingers suddenly froze in mid-air.

She was horrified to discover that the Death Tower, which she had once wielded with ease, now seemed to have lost contact with her. The attack she had just gathered with all her soul power vanished mysteriously inside the Death Tower before it could even be launched.

That's right, it was one of the conceptual skills that Xu Cheng once obtained from the system.

Based on the prototype of a certain unpredictable dual-wielding god.

There was a 50% chance he won the bet.

It can't really be called gambling, after all, Ye Xishui, who is now like a withered wind in a tomb, doesn't need to gamble...

It was just a spur-of-the-moment decision to make a bet.

Long Xiaoyao's black robes fluttered without wind, and the pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo erupted like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

Black dragon scales appeared on his aged face, and a dark, holy dragon phantom that blotted out the sky unfolded behind him.

But when he saw his surroundings clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Thousands of Fire Phoenix Soul Masters had already formed a battle formation, each with the glow of an eighth-level energy-gathering soul tool shining from their mech chests.

The seventy-two pillars of the palace dome are inlaid with linked soul guide cores, forming a net powerful enough to annihilate a super Douluo.

Compared to the so-called "Banquet of Death" in the original work—the dozens of level-nine soul-guided cannonballs designed by Xu Tianran—this seemingly mutually destructive attack didn't even manage to kill the two Limit Douluo. With the current soul-guided technology of the Sun Moon Empire, there's naturally no need for this step, since building a palace also costs money.

"When..." Long Xiaoyao's voice was hoarse.

With his cultivation level as a Limit Douluo, he hadn't even realized when he had fallen into an illusion. What was even more terrifying was that his soul power was now sluggish, as if countless invisible chains were wrapped around his Martial Soul True Body.

Xu Cheng slowly rose from the throne. Behind him, a phantom image of double pupils appeared, the left eye purple-gold and the right eye gray-white, a symbol of destruction and reincarnation.

This is a blessing from Elex, the Lord of the Underworld.

As the young master of the Underworld, he was second only to the ruler of the Underworld, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he controlled most of the Underworld's power. After all, the space containing the Underworld's spirits was originally given to Xu Cheng by Electrolux...

"From the moment you sent out the invitations," Xu Cheng said, his hands behind his back, looking down at the high-ranking members of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Long Xiaoyao suddenly grabbed Ye Xishui's shoulder: "Xishui, stop."

Beneath his gray eyebrows, his worldly-wise eyes stared directly at Xu Cheng: "You could have killed us long ago, so why did you set up this scheme?"

At this moment, the once-powerful senior dragon in mainland China has abandoned his sycophantic mentality and regained his intellectual prowess.

The main hall suddenly fell silent.

The Fire Phoenix Legion's soul-guided cannons remained locked on the Holy Spirit Cult members, but Xu Cheng raised his hand to signal a halt to the attack.

He walked slowly down the steps, the sound of his black military boots hitting the marble floor clearly audible.

Dressed in the black and red attire of the commander of the Sun and Moon Empire, he, as emperor, also wielded great power over the military.

He also preferred this military uniform to the yellow robe.

"I want the Holy Spirit Cult." Xu Cheng stopped three meters away from Long Xiaoyao, "but not this filthy lair of evil soul masters."

He made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a purplish-black scepter appeared out of thin air. Within the gray gemstone inlaid at the scepter's head, one could vaguely see countless souls sleeping peacefully. The moment the scepter appeared, Ye Xishui's Death Tower trembled violently, disintegrating into pure energy that was absorbed by the scepter.

"The power of death!" Ye Xishui exclaimed in shock, "You actually..."

She had imagined it countless times.

What tricks did Xu Cheng use to cause such a significant loss to the Holy Spirit Cult?

She even once thought that Xu Cheng had gone to great lengths to target the entire Holy Spirit Cult, but she never imagined that Xu Cheng would actually control the power of the Grim Reaper! How could that be!

That's a realm only gods can reach!
As a Limit Douluo, she had tried countless times to reach the level of a god, but to no avail. Even for someone with talent superior to her, like Long Xiaoyao, it was still a long way off.

But this kid... why?!
“That’s right, Professor Electrox has granted me some of his authority.”

Xu Cheng spun the Death Scepter, and gray mist formed a six-pointed star array beneath his feet.

“In the past three years, all the souls that died of natural causes have been reincarnated through the underworld, and you—and even the future,” he glanced at the pale-faced members of the Holy Spirit Cult, “the days of cultivating by devouring souls should come to an end.”

The power of death hangs over everyone.

Death Goddess Ye Xishui stared at Xu Cheng in shock. At this moment, her so-called nickname seemed like that of a clown. Who was the real Death Goddess...?

Zhongli Wu suddenly launched an attack, unleashing his full level 98 soul power, and the Death God Demon Puppet Martial Soul True Body instantly solidified.

But Nana was even faster than him—nine spirit rings, one purple, five black, and three red, shone brightly beneath the girl's feet.

Even though she was only at the level of an ordinary Title Douluo, she barely managed to stop Zhongli Wu's attack and repel him. After that, she turned into a cloud of black mist and wrapped around Xu Cheng's body. The ghost Nana materialized at this moment.

"..."

And the next moment.

Long Xiaoyao's expression suddenly changed—he looked down at his chest, where three spears formed from gray mist had somehow pierced his heart.

"Judgment in the underworld." Xu Cheng's voice seemed to come from a great distance, "A special treatment for those with heinous sins."

"My power doesn't just come from the Sun Moon Empire..."

This is the "trial" he achieved by leveraging the power of death.

They will soon be sent to hell to be judged.

Ordinary Limit Douluos can hardly withstand the [Underworld Judgment], unless they are demigods...

Suddenly, complex soul-guided patterns lit up the entire palace floor, connecting with the six-pointed star beneath Xu Cheng's feet to form a giant magic array covering an area of ​​a thousand meters in radius. Simultaneously, the Fire Phoenix Legion's mechs took to the air, and their 720 linked soul-guided cannons began charging.

"No!" Ye Xishui screamed and tried to rush over, but was stopped by the suddenly appearing thorny iron wall.

Cain, a smirk playing on his lips, stood atop the iron wall, his deep purple dress billowing in the wind, exuding a breathtaking yet melancholic beauty. He toyed with a blood-red dagger in his hand: "Old woman, your opponent is me~"

Long Xiaoyao let out a muffled groan, and the true form of the Dark Holy Dragon was fully released.

Nine black dragon phantoms spiraled into the sky, and the energy fluctuations that erupted when they clashed with the Netherworld Spear caused the entire palace to tremble.

This Limit Douluo, who had been famous for two hundred years, finally revealed his full strength—he formed hand seals, and his seventh spirit ring suddenly shone brightly:
"Martial Soul True Form, Dark Sky Curtain!"

A thick, inky darkness spread out from him, swallowing up even the light in its path.

The coordinated attack of the Fire Phoenix Legion vanished into the darkness without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

“Interesting.” Xu Cheng raised an eyebrow, tapping the ground lightly with his scepter. “But times have changed, Senior Long.”

The palace dome suddenly opened, revealing twelve silver spheres suspended a thousand meters in the air. Intricate soul-guiding patterns flowed across the surface of these spheres, and as they lit up simultaneously, twelve beams of soul power, each over ten meters in diameter, crashed down!
“A space-based soul guidance array,” Xu Cheng explained calmly amidst the roar, “a gift specially prepared for Limit Douluo.”

The dark sky was forcibly torn open with twelve gaps.

Long Xiaoyao coughed up a mouthful of blood, only to find that Xu Cheng had appeared in front of him at some point, lightly touching his brow with his right index finger.

Images forcibly flooded into Long Xiaoyao's consciousness: Zhongli Wu's atrocities of commanding evil soul masters to massacre villages, Nangong Wan's indifferent expression as he sold children, and the inhumane practice of the Holy Spirit Cult elders using living people for cultivation. Finally, the image settled in front of a wheel shrouded in gray mist—the souls harmed by the Holy Spirit Cult were being educated by the underworld.

Xu Cheng looked at Long Xiaoyao with great interest.

He had always been quite curious about this character who was both righteous and villainous.

Regarding his actions and misdeeds over the years, is he simply burying his head in the sand or is he simply indifferent to the fact that he knows the truth?

"No..." Long Xiaoyao's martial spirit true body began to collapse.

It wasn't defeated by external forces, but rather by the backlash of soul power triggered by the shattering of one's Dao heart.

He staggered backward, his fighting spirit replaced by deep exhaustion: "..."

His face showed frustration, but no regret. Tormented by the sea of ​​blood within his spiritual sea, he possessed a touch of nonchalance. "Hehehe..."

Xu Cheng's face was beaming with smiles.

"I thought you were a real villain, but now it seems you're just a coward who's escaping reality."

"..."

Blood trickled from the corner of Long Xiaoyao's mouth, and he looked lost in thought.

He closed his eyes and remained silent.

With Long Xiaoyao giving up resistance, the Holy Spirit Cult's only "fighting force" was gone, and the battlefield situation instantly became clear.

Zhongli Wu was pierced through the shoulder by Nana's ninth soul skill, and the elders, including Nangong Wan, were forced to retreat under the siege of the Fire Phoenix Legion.

Ye Xishui wanted to activate the Death God Tower for a final gamble, but found that even her martial soul was suppressed by the authority of the underworld.

When Xu Cheng's double pupils turned completely grayish-white, the entire palace seemed to be dragged into a projection of the underworld.

Countless wisps of gray mist condensed into chains, firmly imprisoning the martial spirits of the Holy Spirit Cult members.

"Those affiliated with the Holy Spirit Cult, whose crimes are irrefutable—"

Xu Cheng's indifferent voice, amplified by his soul power, resounded throughout the surrounding area: "Kill without mercy!"

As the Fire Phoenix Legion's blade fell, Long Xiaoyao closed his eyes.

He felt Ye Xishui slump in his arms, heard Zhong Liwu's dying curses, but what was clearest was the steady footsteps of the young man as he walked toward the throne.

As the last defiant elder fell, Xu Cheng slammed the Underworld Scepter heavily on the ground: "From this day forward, the Holy Spirit Sect shall be renamed the Holy Sect and elevated to the State Religion of the Sun and Moon." He looked at Ye Xishui, who was bound by chains: "You are all the burial offerings of the Holy Sect."

……

The sun finally rose outside the palace.

As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the stained glass, Xu Cheng's shadow was stretched long, landing perfectly on the tattered flag of the Holy Spirit Cult.

Nana and Cain knelt on one knee, with the Fire Phoenix Legion standing in neat rows behind them.

"Your Majesty, what's next..." Nana asked softly.

Xu Cheng looked up at the northern sky, where a silver warship was breaking through the clouds: "Preparing for the All-Continent Elite Tournament." His fingertips caressed the gem at the top of the scepter. "It's time to settle things with Shrek Academy."

……

Deep within the Starry Sky Forest, a forgotten ancient altar stands atop a cliff. Moonlight spills onto the mottled stone pillars, and the patterns carved with angel totems gleam faintly in the night.

Logically speaking, this is a relic from the original continent.

The territory of the Douling Empire.

However, as time went by, it was incorporated into the territory of the Star Dou Great Forest at some point.

Ye Guyi stood barefoot in the center of the altar, her purple-gold angel armor fluttering in the night wind.

She had reached the level 96 Title Douluo, and her Sacred Angel Martial Soul had evolved to its ultimate form, but Qian Renxue's shattered divine position was still like an insurmountable chasm, blocking her path to godhood.

And to stand out among a group of geniuses.

Perhaps it was also thanks to the glory of the angel god.

Destroying the temple.

When receiving divine power.

She seemed to be able to vaguely sense the blessing from the former angel god.

They were like the village's only hope.

“The power of faith…” she murmured, her fingertips tracing the pendant hanging on her chest—a reward she had received during an assessment in the Temple of Destruction.

And the power of faith was Xu Cheng's answer to her.

The answer to restoring the glory of angels.

Ye Guyi spread her arms, and six dazzling golden wings unfurled from her back. Divine light soared into the sky, illuminating the entire night.

"In the name of angels, call upon the faith of all beings!"

Her voice was cold, yet carried an undeniable authority.

In an instant, countless tiny specks of light converged from all directions—the residual power of faith from the soul masters, commoners, and even the soul beasts in the Star Dou Great Forest that she had purified, who had once been protected by her.

Under Xu Cheng's command, she formed a Sun and Moon Army called the "Judgment of Light".

During this period, Xu Cheng intentionally or unintentionally involved her in some large-scale "punishing evil and promoting good" activities, seemingly intending to make her famous between the two continents as the inheritor of the Angelic Martial Soul.

The points of light, like fireflies, gradually coalesced around her into a golden ocean.

Ye Guyi held up the fragments of Qian Renxue's divine position, and golden light intertwined with the power of faith, attempting to awaken the sleeping angelic divine position.

however--

"Crack!"

The fragments of the divine position trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on them!

"It's not enough..." she gritted her teeth, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

Ten thousand years ago, Qian Renxue's divine position was shattered too thoroughly to be repaired with these scattered beliefs alone.

Ye Guyi's eyes shone brightly with golden light. She suddenly slashed her wrist, and blood dripped onto the altar.

"Since faith is insufficient, then I will use my soul power as a guide to forcibly rebuild my divine position!"

At this moment.

As the inheritor of the Angelic Martial Soul.

Ye Guyi also demonstrated his courage.

Golden blood fused with the power of faith, transforming into a pillar of light reaching the heavens. Her soul power burned wildly, and nine soul rings emerged one by one, with the last two hundred-thousand-year soul rings radiating a dazzling red light.

"Holy Angel, Divine Descent!"

The six wings behind her suddenly split apart, transforming into a twelve-winged phantom—a symbol approaching godhood!

But not enough!

Ye Guyi gritted her teeth, her blood-stained fingers suddenly gripping the fragment of the divine throne.

She suddenly plunged the shard into her own heart!
"boom--!!!"

Endless holy fire erupted from her body, her twelve wings solidified completely, and the blazing golden light turned the entire night sky into daylight!

"Today, I, Ye Guyi—"

"Based on faith, and sacrificed with blood, let us rebuild the divine order of angels!"

In the distance, the mental sensors of the ferocious beasts suddenly detected this scene, their pupils shrinking sharply: "She's gone mad?!"

"I'm not crazy, I'm just a little anxious," Xu Cheng clicked his tongue.

His eyes were full of admiration.

As expected of an angel god, even they have a touch of madness! (End of Chapter)