Douluo: From Rusted Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 80: Bloodsucking, Slaughter from the Devil
"Comfortable, an unprecedented feeling of freedom."

As the blood mist above the Blood Thunder Spear constantly switched between reality and illusion, Ji Wuming felt quite satisfied.

As for the few fallen ones who had not yet died, their limbs went limp when they saw the scene before them, and they unconsciously looked at Ji Wuming's terrifying face that was filled with extreme enjoyment.
"He's not a human, he's a ghost, a scary evil ghost!"

"A blood-sucking, murderous demon!!!"

"what--"

They fled as fast as they could like a group of frightened sheep, and Ji Wuming looked at the dozen or so fallen people who had escaped and were not completely dealt with.

"Want to leave? How could I let you leave so easily?"

Ji Wuming showed a smug smile, but suddenly it turned gloomy, and his red eyes stared at their fleeing backs.
Two third-level soul guide rays were quickly opened, aiming at the direction where the fallen soul masters were fleeing.
"Pfft-"

"I'll wait until next time—"

The pupils of more than a dozen fallen who were lucky enough to escape the disaster widened almost at the same time. Before they died, they looked down and saw blood holes of varying sizes appearing on their chests.
"thump--"

More than a dozen Fallen Ones fell to the ground one after another, dying unwillingly on the spot. Ji Wuming walked towards them leisurely, devouring their blood and energy wherever he passed, leaving no trace of their corpses.

Many onlookers around lowered their heads and hid in houses and dark alleys, not daring to offend the god of death who was walking on the street and could easily kill 50 people.

Ji Wuming walked to a house that looked fairly tidy, and his sharp eyes penetrated the crack of the door directly into the interior.

"boom--"

The sound of weapons and heavy falls could be heard, and then a hunched man with a pale face and a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth came out and said in a flattering tone,

"This house is yours. There are two women in the house. This is a gift I prepared for you."

"Please come in."

But in the next second, the blood-thunder spear pierced his heart directly.
"This house is mine. Why do you take it? You can die now."

Ji Wuming's cold tone ended as the man's body dissipated. He looked back, a sinister smile on his face, which frightened the fallen soul masters who were secretly observing nearby and trembling physically and mentally.
For people like them, it was quite clear that this was an expression of preparation to kill again. If he recovered, he would definitely kill again.

As the room closed, two sharp female screams were heard from inside the house. Only a second later, the screams stopped. Ji Wuming sat cross-legged on a relatively tidy sofa, recovering his soul power.

…………

Not far away, in a dim tavern,
"Demon Lord, that new guy almost instantly killed more than 50 of us who participated in the siege, and his martial spirit was like a raging blood hole, madly devouring the flesh and blood of our dead brothers."

Upon hearing this, the burly, two-meter-tall man crushed the Yellow Springs Road in his hand, slammed the table, and emitted a wave of Soul Douluo-level energy.
All the fallen soul masters present were half-kneeling on the ground, the huge soul pressure making their bones crack.
"It seems that a new God of Killing is coming to the City of Killing to compete with me for the title of God of Killing and the number one under the King of Killing. If that's the case, I can't let this person live."

"I will use his skull to make a wine cup containing the dew of the underworld."

"Understood, killed 16258, killed 162——"

The fallen soul masters raised their cups and drank the Yellow Spring Dew together, shouting in unison, and then immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed towards Ji Wuming. The ground creaked, and with a "bang", the sound of a door being broken was heard. The few windows were also broken. Countless fallen soul masters rushed in through the windows and doors, each holding a weapon and wielding it fiercely at Ji Wuming.
At this moment, Ji Wuming just smiled.
"Are you here? Since you're here again, no one can leave."

Ji Wuming's eyes suddenly opened,
"The waves are strange, the sky roars and the sea is overturned!"

Range control skills,
The vacuum area with a diameter of 60 meters is enough to trap all the densely packed Fallen vanguards surrounding the house.
Ji Wuming held the spear in his hand and moved at high speed, like a large harvester, piercing, vertical chopping, horizontal chopping, uppercut, elbow strike and other moves.
"Boom-"

As Ji Wuming's attack was extremely fierce, the whole house suddenly exploded, and the two or three hundred fallen soul masters in the vacuum range were all killed.
The area within 100 meters was filled with extremely thick blood energy, which appeared even more bloody under the illumination of the red moon.

"Hahaha, go to hell, good boy!"

Having won more than 60 games in the Hell Killing Field, the Soul Douluo who called himself the Demon Lord infused his soul power into the interior of the Longbow Martial Soul. The Longbow Martial Soul quickly grew larger, and three arrows focused by soul power shot out towards Ji Wuming in the red mist.

"Bang bang bang-"

The three arrows were quickly deflected, and a spear shot towards the Demon Lord at high speed. The Demon Lord hooked the spear with his bow and threw it out with his strength.

The Blood Thunder Spear spun in the air at high speed, and Ji Wuming quickly jumped out. The two soul guide rays were quickly activated and released in the direction of the Demon Lord.
"Boom-"

"what--"

The violent soul-guided rays shot into the crowd. The Fallen, who had no time to react and could only wave their weapons to resist, were blown to death, and the Demon Lord's martial soul was shattered. If he had not reacted in time, he would have died under the rays.

Before he could react, Ji Wuming grabbed the Blood Thunder Spear and thrust it down from the air. The spear went straight through the Demon Lord's chest, and even a hole appeared on the ground.
"I, I am Soul Douluo!"

"If you can't use soul skills, what kind of soul fighter are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon Lord's body was gone.

Seeing the Demon Lord being killed, the fallen soul masters who had lost their backbone were terrified, but they absolutely could not retreat at this moment. They rushed towards Ji Wuming with their weapons in hand.

Even if he has some self-created soul skills, after continuously killing so many people, his soul power and physical strength must have been exhausted.

Ji Wuming took a step back, stood firmly on his legs, and held the blood thunder spear. As his body spun rapidly, wherever the spear passed, heads fell and blood spurted out.

"Bloody Sea·Wild Waves Triangle Control!"

Ji Wuming turned his hands, and the Blood Thunder Spear spun close to his body, like a two-meter-long blood-red round shield, with almost no flaws. The Fallen who rushed over were all knocked away the next moment of the attack.

Ji Wuming kept waving the Blood Thunder Spear, and wherever he passed, the fallen ones flew backwards.

Seeing that he had already broken out of the encirclement of the Fallen, Ji Wuming turned around and looked behind him, holding the spear at an angle in his hand.
"The waves are strange, the sky roars and the sea is overturned."

Ji Wuming immediately rushed into the slow-moving crowd and started an endless killing spree. When the third self-created soul skill ended, he once again used the first self-created soul skill and the Wave-Walking Mountain and Sea Step.

Within ten minutes, more than 900 fallen soul masters were killed, and the blood of thousands of dead turned into several tiny blood dragons, which were swallowed by the blood thunder spears.

(End of this chapter)