Douluo Continent: The Twin Sons of the Styx River, Shaking the World and Destroying the Heavens

Chapter 41 The Stabbed Grim Reaper

However, Ling Luochen and Ma Xiaotao's situation was not optimistic either. They did not suffer too much damage, but Ma Xiaotao was seriously injured because of her Phoenix Martial Soul. She had a strong recovery ability, but her thigh was injured by the explosion of the Soul King's corpse, and she could not move her leg now.

Although Ling Luochen had learned from her previous mistakes, she had still suffered considerable injuries. She was unable to walk, but her leg injury was far more severe than Ma Xiaotao's.

Only five members of the original Shrek Seven Devils remain.

Xixi was blown to pieces inside the cave and has disappeared without a trace.

As for the reserve team members, they fared better, since they were in the rear and had received repeated instructions from Ling Luochen. They were only dizzy and disoriented from being hit by the explosion against the stone wall, and their injuries were much better than those of Gongyang Mo and the others.

But suddenly, the messenger of death flew out.

As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, and it's clear that he is the true leader of this ruthless Death Hand bandit gang.

"You bastard, you did this!" Xuanzi stared at the Grim Reaper with bloodshot eyes. If looks could kill, he would have died a hundred times over.

"A titled Douluo, I didn't expect there to be such a powerful expert. However, with your kind of people, you're still too green to capture me."

The Grim Reaper threw out dozens more corpses, each at least a Soul Master, a truly horrifying sight.

"Damn it!" Elder Xuan roared, clearly enraged. He unleashed a punch of concentrated soul power towards the sky, instantly shattering the five corpses. However, he dared not release too much soul power, lest he harm the students below.

None of the corpses can fall, to avoid a secondary corpse explosion.

It was because Xuanzi was distracted and controlled the corpse explosion that the Death Messenger seized the opportunity and broke through the blockade in a puff of black smoke.

"Old man, bye-bye! I'm off now. What kind of version of yourself will you see next time we meet?"

The reserve team happened to be on the evil spirit master's escape route. Just in case, they grabbed Tang Lin while escaping, whether by coincidence or intentional is unknown.

"You're the most conspicuous kid out there, come with me."

Tang Lin did not resist, allowing the messenger of death to take him away. To him, this was already a corpse.

"Damn it!! I will tear you to pieces, leaving no trace of your bones."

Xuanzi cried out helplessly, cold sweat streaming down his face.

"Wang Yan, take good care of Xiao Tao and the others. I will definitely kill this bastard!!"

Xuanzi directly released his martial spirit, the Taotie Divine Ox.

In an instant, Xuanzi's hunched back tensed like a bowstring, and his old, coarse linen robe, stained with mottled oil, ripped and tore apart. The muscles in his back surged and twisted like boiling iron, expanding wildly at a visible speed. In just a few breaths, his originally thin frame more than doubled in size, becoming as imposing as a mountain. Even more bizarrely, the bones on both sides of his head bulged, and two spiraling horns burst forth from his flesh, their surfaces gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

The moment his martial spirit was fully released, the surrounding air seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand, making it hard to breathe. Nine spirit rings rose from beneath his feet: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, and the last one was a dazzling blood-red spirit ring, their interplay in the darkness illuminating the night as bright as day. Xuan Lao's originally disheveled hair turned completely brownish-yellow, each strand standing upright like the mane of an enraged lion, radiating a chilling aura.

It transformed into a streak of earthy yellow light and shot into the sky, chasing after the direction the evil spirit master had gone.

It's quite a coincidence that a level 98 Super Douluo couldn't catch up with a level 5 Evil Soul Master. Who would believe that if word got out?

This five-ring evil soul master, let alone a level 98 Super Douluo, even a five-ring soul master could easily defeat him.

But is Xuanzi an ordinary Super Douluo? No, he is not.

His arch-rival, a guy on the same level as him, someone who could be crushed by poison, actually managed to escape.

If he finds out, he'll laugh at Xuanzi for the rest of his life.

…………

After passing through a magic circle to enter a secret stronghold, the Death Messenger temporarily escaped Xuanzi's pursuit.

I don't know, but I still feel uneasy. With a flick of my hand, I said from the ground, "Come out, my twelve corpse slaves."

Twelve people dressed in black robes emerged, looking like zombies, completely devoid of consciousness.

The twelve people, who seemed to be barely breathing, immediately knelt on one knee and respectfully bowed to the messenger of death.

"Rise, my corpse slaves. You stay behind to cover my retreat. We've run into serious trouble this time. That guy's aura is probably at the Title Douluo level. Hmph, don't worry, in ten years at most, even a Title Douluo will have to bow down before me."

"Pfft!" The Grim Reaper suddenly coughed up blood, because Tang Lin had unknowingly appeared behind him and plunged a dagger directly into his heart.

"You little brat, you..."

Before the messenger of death could turn around, the scorching hammerhead crashed down, smashing the astonished face into a bloody pulp amidst screams.

Before the splattered brains could even hit the ground, the twelve corpse slaves suddenly let out a shriek simultaneously. Arms covered in lividity emerged from beneath their putrid black robes, their fingernails gleaming with a bluish-black poisonous light, like twelve sharp blades lunging at Tang Lin. Tang Lin's pupils constricted sharply. He spun and leaped into the air, his Heavenly Flame Hammer drawing a fiery arc in the air before crashing heavily down on the first corpse slave to pounce.

"First Soul Skill: Blazing Sweep".

A black, ten-thousand-year-old spirit ring appeared, and with a single strike, it engulfed the entire opponent in flames. This spirit was a mutated version of the Clear Sky Hammer, and it mutated for the better, not for the worse.

This martial soul possesses the ultimate fire and earth attributes, and when combined with the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, it is virtually invincible.

Bibi Dong: …………

Xiaodie:………………

Xuanzi, who arrived late, was very puzzled. However, looking at the Death Messenger who was dead beyond recognition, and then at Tang Lin who was "fainting," he did not connect the matter of killing the Death Messenger with Tang Lin.

Xuanzi clenched his trembling fists. At this moment, the only urgent task was to rush back to the academy to protect the surviving students. He repeatedly chewed on the word "dereliction of duty" in his heart, his back soaked with cold sweat and heavy with guilt—if he hadn't wanted to train the children through real combat, if he hadn't been complacent and slightly negligent, how could one tragedy after another have occurred? Last time, all twelve of his men were wiped out, and this time, two of his seven men were lost. The scalding blood seemed to still be splattered on his aged face.

“Abdicate and make way for a more worthy successor,” he muttered to himself, his withered nails digging deeply into his palms. But as the sinister grin of the evil spirit master resurfaced in his memory, reason suddenly broke through the fog of self-reproach. Those twisted soul skills and brutal killing scenes flashed back repeatedly, and Xuanzi abruptly looked up, his cloudy eyes flashing with unprecedented ferocity: “It’s not my fault! It’s the evil spirit master! It’s the evil spirit master’s problem. One day, I will make him kill every single evil spirit master in the world, and make them pay for their debt in blood!”

He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. The most important thing now was to check on the survivors' injuries and get them safely back to the academy. Whatever punishment awaited him, he had to face it and seek justice for the lives lost.

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When they returned to Wang Yan and the others.

When Wang Yan saw Tang Lin return unharmed, he said, "Elder Xuan, that evil spirit master has been dealt with."

Xuanzi shook his head and said, "The problem is solved, but I didn't kill them."

"You didn't kill him?"

"Judging from the marks on the field, he was injured by a hammer, which was very likely done by a powerful member of the Haotian Sect who was secretly protecting Tang Lin."

"Then, Elder Xuan, how should we resolve this afterward?"

Xuanzi's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "I will take the seriously wounded back to Shrek Academy immediately for treatment. By the way, you should go and meet up with Fanyu right away. How are the wounded?"

Wang Yan, struggling to keep his body afloat, said in a hoarse voice: "The pre-selected team members have relatively minor injuries and can move around after being treated by healing soul masters. But the situation is not so good for the regular team members—Gongyang Mo's limbs are completely destroyed, but he can be repaired with soul-guided prosthetics; Chen Zifeng's right hand is broken, but fortunately it's not his left hand, and his martial soul has not been fatally affected; Ma Xiaotao's injuries are manageable in other parts of her body because of the protection of her Phoenix martial soul, but her leg injuries are severe, and she may be left with a lifelong disability if she does not receive timely treatment; Dai Yueheng is the most seriously injured, with multiple severe injuries all over his body; Ling Luochen is not in mortal danger, but the bones in both legs are exposed, and the risk of disability is extremely high."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yan seemed to have all his strength drained away. He staggered and grabbed the tree trunk beside him, his face full of the sorrow of surviving a disaster.

Facing the crowd once more, Xuanzi seemed enveloped in frost. Ling Luochen lowered his eyes and remained silent, his knuckles clenched until they turned white. His usually gentle eyes were now filled with frost, like poisoned blades, piercing Xuanzi's heart again and again.

Her mind kept flashing back to her senior sister's smiling face before her disappearance, and the vibrant lives that had perished in the attack by the evil spirit masters. No other academy had ever experienced such a serious accident, yet Shrek Academy had suffered a series of losses of elites. The culprit behind all this was standing right in front of her—Xuan Zi.

Ling Luochen's nails dug deeply into his palms, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth, but it couldn't compare to the piercing hatred surging in his chest.

But she couldn't move at all because her leg was still seriously injured.

Everyone else looked at Xuanzi with an irresponsible gaze.

Afterwards, Xuanzi took Ma Xiaotao, Gongyang Mo, Chen Zifeng, and Ling Luochen back to the academy.

However, Xuanzi's actions disappointed some students.

However, Xuanzi still did not want to give up, because this was the glory of Shrek Academy.

As for himself, he also had to find a way to withstand their anger, which was something he had already done countless times.

Wang Yan looked at Xuanzi's retreating figure one last time, thinking that perhaps it was really not suitable for him to stay here. He should just obediently return to his family and stop getting involved in this kind of thing.

Ugh…………

(End of this chapter)