Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 422 Dramatic Changes in the Holy Spirit Cult

The battlefield instantly transformed from a one-on-one duel into a two-person dance.

This seems to be a signal.

Immediately afterwards, Ke Qing, whose face was flushed with a rare blush but who still tried her best to maintain the dignified demeanor of Yuheng Star, also entered the room.

Her involvement made this "battle" even more complex and intense.

Just when Lu Jingming thought this was the limit, the air in the room suddenly became a bit colder and more noble.

Gu Yuena approached gracefully, her silver hair and purple eyes radiating a dragon's might.

She said nothing, but with an unquestionable look in her eyes, she declared that the Silver Dragon King would also demand his share tonight.

And this is far from over.

The truly "heavyweight" combination makes its appearance late at night.

Changli and Jinxi, master and disciple, one charming and intelligent, the other aloof and dignified, both entered with the same determination.

Chang Li had a meaningful smile on his lips, while Jin Xi, though somewhat shy, had an unusually firm look in her eyes.

"When master and disciple are of one mind, their strength can break metal"—that night, Lu Jingming deeply understood what "the dragon and phoenix singing in harmony" meant, and what double the test and...

They seemed to have planned it in advance, taking turns attacking and tacitly giving Lu Jingming no chance to catch his breath.

Even though he was of superhuman physical condition and had a recovery ability far beyond the ordinary, he still found it extremely difficult under such a high-intensity "battle" that was infused with deep emotion and strength.

That night, the symphony of battle resounded without ceasing until dawn.

The next morning, as the rising sun streamed into the corridor through the window, Lu Jingming's door was finally pushed open.

Our city lord, who is usually invincible and can wipe out powerful enemies with a laugh, is now slowly walking out, leaning against the wall.

His face showed obvious signs of fatigue, and his steps were even a little unsteady. Where was his usual composure?
Just then, a fragrant breeze wafted over.

Having waited for a long time, Yae no Miko, who loved watching the drama unfold, leaned against a pillar not far away, her slender fingers lightly covering her lips, her charming fox eyes full of teasing and playful laughter.

"Oh dear~~"

She drawled out her words, her voice so sweet it seemed to drip with honey.

"Isn't this our wise and mighty city lord, whose power shakes the world? Why does he look so 'overworked' today? Could it be that he practiced some unparalleled divine skill alone last night, resulting in... damage to his vital energy?"

She pronounced the word "tough work" with exceptional clarity, full of teasing.

Lu Jingming was already embarrassed by the intensity of the "battle," and now that this scoundrel was publicly mocking him, he was furious.

"You vixen, how dare you mock this city lord!"

He gritted his teeth, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

The next moment, before the Eightfold Divine Child could react, Lu Jingming used the power of the Black Abyss White Flower. The life force flowed slightly, instantly dispelling some of his fatigue. In a flash, he arrived in front of the Eightfold Divine Child.

Under Yae no Miko's slightly surprised and amused gaze, he swept her up in his arms, turned around and went straight back to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Hmph, today I'll show you what it means to be a cornered beast and fight to the death, and what it means to be a true man and not to be humiliated."

Inside the room, Yae no Miko's first exclamation, which then turned into a coquettish laugh, and some indescribable noises soon followed.

It seems that the scoundrel's teasing has backfired, bringing him a "cruel" retaliatory demonstration of his own wickedness.

This long night and the tense morning finally came to a temporary, sensual, and chaotic end with Lu Jingming's overtime performance in defending his "dignity."

A few days later, on a sunny afternoon, the gardens of Haiyuan City were filled with the fragrance of grass, trees, and flowers, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

Lu Jingming sat on the soft lawn, holding little Lu Mingyin in his arms.

The little one was awake, neither crying nor fussing. Her big eyes, which inherited her mother's lush green complexion and seemed to be adorned with starlight, were blinking curiously as she watched her father make faces in front of her, letting out a clear "giggle" laugh. Her little hands and feet were also waving restlessly.

"Look how well-behaved our little Mingyin is."

Lu Jingming's face was filled with a satisfied smile like that of an old father. He gently tapped his daughter's delicate cheek with his finger, which elicited even more joyful laughter.

He had to admit that human babies, especially adorable ones like his daughter, were simply the most interesting "toys" in the world, easily soothing all anxieties and bringing the purest joy.

March 7th watched from the sidelines, itching to take pictures, and kept snapping away with her camera.

"Ahhh, so cute! Let me hug you, just for a little while."

She reached out eagerly, but was afraid of being clumsy, so she moved cautiously, her face full of excitement and anticipation.

"This one, this one absolutely has to be printed, a collection of Xiao Mingyin's first smiles."

Not far away, Robin and Heather sat at a white, carved wrought iron table.

The robin's face still showed a hint of postpartum weakness, but she was in good spirits, her eyes filled with happiness and peace.

She looked in the direction where her daughter and Lu Jingming were playing, a gentle smile on her lips, and softly hummed a melodious and soothing tune.

Meanwhile, Heather took out an exquisite violin from somewhere, placed it on her shoulder, and gently drew the bow. The melodious and graceful notes flowed out, perfectly matching the robin's humming, as if it were a small concert performed only for her family.

Musical notes danced in the garden, adding elegance and gentleness to the already warm atmosphere.

The whole scene is like a frozen moment in a warm oil painting, full of the feeling of peaceful and serene life.

Lu Jingming stretched his body, feeling the warmth of the sun.

It must be said that his superhuman physique and powerful recovery ability were on full display at this moment.

Despite the "brutal" battles he had endured the previous nights, almost being drained by the successive "warriors," his recovery speed was astonishing. He quickly recovered to almost full strength, and apart from vividly remembering the "madness" of that night, his body was no longer seriously injured.

However, in stark contrast to him are Ke Qing, Gu Yuena, Xia Die, Liu Ying, Chang Li, and Jin Xi.

The stimulation from the robin, and the immense courage that followed, receded like a tide after being fully released that night, leaving only endless shyness and embarrassment.

In the past few days, they have all started to avoid Lu Jingming.

That night, they were "warriors" who abandoned all reservations and took the initiative.

Now, with the passion fading and reason returning, recalling their boldness at the time and the "tacit understanding" among their "comrades," they felt their cheeks burning and wished they could disappear into the ground.

When they bumped into each other, they were so awkward that they didn't know how to greet each other. Their eyes met briefly, and then they looked away. A subtle, shy atmosphere filled the air.

Lu Jingming took in all of this, feeling both amused and helpless.

Well, let's give them some time to adjust.

After all, it always takes time to process the burden of this change in status, from ambiguity to a breakthrough. He shook his head and continued to focus on playing with his baby daughter in his arms.

In the garden, the baby's clear laughter, the melodious violin playing and humming, and the sound of taking photos on March 7th together create a vivid and authentic family scene.

Just as Haiyuan City was enjoying a rare moment of peace, a dramatic upheaval was unfolding at the Holy Spirit Cult headquarters deep within the Demon Forest.

The eerie hall was filled with a thick stench of blood and darkness.

Huo Yuhao slowly walked in, followed by Xiao Wu, Bei Bei with a complicated expression, and Tang Ya, who had regained her memories.

Upon seeing Huo Yuhao's return, Zhongli Wu, the leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, who was sitting in the main seat, immediately revealed an undisguised joy on his face.

The Holy Spirit Cult suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Mingdu, the capital of the Sun and Moon Empire.

The deaths of the Supreme Leader Ye Xishui and the Supreme Elder Long Xiaoyao, along with the loss of a large number of elite evil soul master disciples, greatly weakened the Holy Spirit Sect and severely damaged its vitality.

At this moment, Huo Yuhao's return was like sending charcoal in snowy weather to him.

In particular, Huo Yuhao inherited the bloodline of Bu Liren's chief warrior, Hu Lei.

This means that even though Hu Lei is dead, they can still use Huo Yuhao to continue producing those tenacious and incredibly powerful Bu Li soldiers.

This is precisely the weapon of war that the Holy Spirit Church, now weakened and vulnerable, desperately needs.

Huo Yuhao is fully capable of becoming the new leader of the Bu Liren Cult and leading the Holy Spirit Cult to a new era.

"Yuhao, you're back just in time. Our school is in dire need of manpower..."

Zhongli Wu stood up, a warm smile on his face, and went to greet him.

However, before he could finish speaking—

‘Poof! ’

A soft yet chilling sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh rang out.

Zhongli Wu's smile froze instantly, replaced by unbelievable pain and astonishment.

He looked down and saw a blood-red ice sword, formed entirely from intense, overwhelming negative emotions and extreme cold, piercing his heart with precision and ruthlessness.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the dim ground crimson.

The one who made the move was Huo Yuhao, who was standing right next to him.

His eyes were cold, and without the slightest hesitation, he unleashed his self-created ultimate technique, the Sword of Resentment, which embodied countless grievances and despair.

This sudden betrayal and attack was swift, ruthless, and decisive, leaving no one in the hall in time to react.

"Huo Yuhao, what are you doing?!"

A piercing scream, filled with shock and anger, rang out.

The vice leader, who is also Zhongli Wu's wife, the Evil Phoenix Douluo Feng Ling, had her eyes bloodshot and unleashed terrifying dark soul power, locking onto Huo Yuhao.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the hall became tense and confrontational.

Led by the three brothers Zhongli Tian, ​​Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren, the Holy Spirit Cult elders, who were absolutely loyal to Zhongli Wu, along with several titled Douluo-level evil soul master elders, simultaneously unleashed violent and sinister soul power fluctuations. Their soul rings shone brightly, instantly surrounding Huo Yuhao and his companions in the center, their killing intent palpable.

However, in stark contrast to their fierce reaction were the Holy Spirit devotees standing on the other side of the hall.

Although the Third Elder, Scarlet Douluo Feiyan, the Fifth Elder, Evil Moon Douluo Yueming, and the Sixth Elder, Scorpion Tiger Douluo Zhang Peng, also showed surprise on their faces, their soul power remained stable, and they showed no intention of making a move. Instead, they watched the sudden internal strife with cold eyes, like bystanders.

The veneration system of the Holy Spirit Church is completely different from that of the Elders system.

Most of the elders are evil spirit masters who have been trained by the Holy Spirit Cult since childhood and are of impeccable lineage, and they have a natural loyalty to the cult leader's lineage.

The worshippers, on the other hand, are mostly powerful individuals who joined midway through the process for various reasons. They are generally stronger, but their loyalty is also more limited.

Previously, with two Limit Douluo, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao, in charge, they were able to barely suppress these worshippers with their own agendas.

Now that these two pillars have both fallen, Zhongliwu, who is worshipped by the masses, can no longer be completely suppressed by strength alone, and it is difficult for them to truly believe in him and obey his orders.

At this moment, faced with this sudden change, these worshippers are probably more concerned with their own interests and future than with getting involved in this internal strife.

Huo Yuhao coldly stared at Zhongli Wu, whose life force was rapidly fading and whose face was frozen in disbelief, his voice completely calm:
"I'm sorry, Master, but who told you to... block my way?"

The instant he made his move, he subtly used the power of the Herrscher of Knowledge to distort and weaken Zhongli Wu's perception of deadly danger.

Otherwise, with Zhongli Wu's cultivation level of a level 98 Super Douluo, even if he trusted Huo Yuhao completely, it would have been impossible for him to be struck through the heart without any defense.

The Huo Yuhao of today is no longer the same as before.

He reconciled with his dark second personality and accepted the despicable act of resorting to any means to save his mother.

Electrolux felt helpless, but Huo Yuhao's original intention was to save his mother's soul, and he couldn't find a reason to forcibly stop him. He could only try his best to guide him in the darkness to prevent him from completely sinking into depravity.

The Heavenly Dream Ice Silkworm also provided its full assistance, allowing Huo Yuhao to accelerate the absorption of its vast spiritual essence. This caused Huo Yuhao's spiritual power and soul power to surge once again. Coupled with the further fusion with the core of the Herrscher of Knowledge, his strength has undergone a qualitative leap.

This is the fundamental reason why he was able to successfully ambush and instantly kill Zhongli Wu.

"Pfft."

Zhongli Wu's body fell heavily to the ground, the sound like a death knell striking the hearts of Feng Ling and the others.

"Go! Avenge the cult leader!!"

The three brothers, Zhongli Tian, ​​Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren, were furious. They were not only Zhongli Wu's confidants but also his own blood relatives.

Zhongli Wu's death drove them to madness and fear. The three of them unleashed their soul power and charged fiercely at Huo Yuhao.

However, they couldn't even get within three steps of Huo Yuhao.

Xiao Wu, who had been standing quietly behind Huo Yuhao, moved with the speed of a ghost.

"Om-!"

A vast, majestic, and awe-inspiring divine power suddenly filled the entire hall.

A flash of blue divine power disappeared in an instant, followed by three muffled explosions that rang out almost simultaneously—

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The three evil soul masters, Zhongli Tian, ​​Zhongli Di, and Zhongli Ren, whose cultivation was at the Soul Douluo level, didn't even have time to scream before they were crushed by an invisible force and instantly exploded into three thick clouds of blood mist, leaving no trace of their bodies.

(End of this chapter)