Douluo Continent: I, Huo Yuhao, am the Master of Spirit

Chapter 288: A Roadside

"who?!"

Masked Douluo jumped up like a mouse seeing a cat and hurriedly dodged to the other side of the rooftop.

The burly man kneeling on the ground, a Soul Saint, also narrowed his eyes and scrambled to the side of the Masked Douluo.

Neither he nor the Masked Douluo, a titled Douluo, sensed Adam's arrival.

Masked Douluo looked at Adam, who was standing casually in front of him, and fine beads of sweat began to appear under his white mask.

His Demonic Maggot Martial Soul has devoured the brains of countless creatures, consumed countless souls, and stained his hands with the blood of hundreds of thousands of humans. In other words, which of the genuine Evil Soul Master Title Douluo wasn't a mass murderer?

Some people in the Hall of Offerings are outliers; they can only be considered as beings caught between evil soul masters and normal soul masters.

A group of guys who couldn't be accepted by normal Soul Masters and had no choice but to join the evil Soul Masters.

Because he absorbed brains and souls, his mental strength far surpassed that of other titled Douluo of the same level. According to Huo Yuhao's mental strength classification, he was considered to be at the Spirit Abyss Realm.

It may not seem like much ten thousand years from now, but in this era, it's a level that only high-level Soul Masters with a spiritual attribute can reach.

Even so, in his mental perception, the place where Adam was was clearly empty!
There shouldn't be anything there! Mental energy doesn't lie, but my eyes clearly saw a blond priest!
Adam's clear, golden eyes watched him quietly, his gaze scanning the Masked Douluo's entire body without any attempt to conceal it, making him very uncomfortable.

"Just a blond priest."

"Or perhaps, it's the older brother of your target."

"So can you tell me what you want to do?"

The voice remained devoid of joy or sorrow, and the golden eyes were completely unmoved, as if looking at two corpses.

The pupils of the eyes beneath the Masked Douluo's mask contracted as he cursed inwardly the saints of the Holy Spirit Cult responsible for collecting and providing intelligence.

"Damn it! Who gathered this intelligence?!"

"Wasn't it said that the Death Saintess was the only daughter of Spirit Ice Douluo?"

"Where did this older brother come from?!"

"The so-called Passionate Organization and the Xilu City forces should only have one Super Douluo."

"They are utterly insignificant compared to the Holy Church."

"Where did this guy come from?"

"A Soul Master capable of concealing their form to this extent must at least be a Title Douluo with a spiritual attribute!"

"I've never even heard of this person on the mainland!"

Masked Douluo looked at Adam in front of him and said:
"Your Excellency, since you are the elder brother of the Holy Maiden of Death, we can be considered family."

"Shrek Academy has no idea how to develop the power of death."

"The power of death should be nourished by wailing and the power of injustice; only in this way can the terror of death be revealed."

"The coming of the Death Maiden into this world is the will of the Holy Spirit, with the purpose of teaching all life to revere death!"

"Our Holy Church is the spokesperson of the Holy Spirit's will, and the Holy Maiden of Death receives the best training in our Holy Church."

"If you insist on stopping me, I will have no choice but to make you disappear from this world."

"And the Holy Church will therefore wage a full-scale war against you."

"I believe the future saintess will understand my actions."

Although he couldn't tell the opponent's strength, Masked Douluo felt he could fight him. If true, the opponent's father, Spirit Ice Douluo, was only a level 95 Super Douluo.

How strong can his son be? At this age, he's at most level 93.

Although he was only level 91, with the power characteristics of an evil soul master, even an ordinary level 94 titled Douluo couldn't defeat him.

And the passion behind it? The Holy Spirit Cult could wipe it out with a single hand; it's just a roadside nuisance.

Adam said calmly:
"Holy Church?"

"The evil spirit masters of the Holy Spirit Cult should be more proficient in killing and vengeful spirits, and their research on the power of death should be inferior to that of an old man who is about to die."

"As her older brother, I will not interfere with Die's life, but I will also not put her in danger."

"You stay here."

The Masked Douluo's gaze sharpened, his voice hoarse and shrill, mixed with fluctuations of soul power.

"You know about the Holy Spirit Cult?"

"Ha, no matter where you got your information from, you're going to die here today!"

A pale, phantom-like human face appeared behind the Masked Douluo. A terrifying shriek caused the air to vibrate, and the bricks and stones of the high platform shattered into powder in the sound waves.

Adam remained unmoved; the entire space had long been drawn into the dream world, and with a wave of his hand, the sound waves were quelled.

The shadows surrounding the Masked Douluo's body revealed their forms: countless disgusting, bluish-black maggots. The maggots surged toward Adam like waves, each maggot emanating a faint fluctuation of spiritual power.

Even an ordinary Title Douluo would likely be overwhelmed by these maggots. In the original story, even the Super Douluo Elder Song was affected by them. However, as Huo Yuhao's eldest son, the mental realm is his domain, especially since this is a dream space.

When Adam arrived at the platform, his fate was already sealed; no one could leave the dream space.

Adam remained motionless. The maggots seemed to have hit an invisible wall and began to burst on their own, releasing disgusting and foul-smelling liquid that flew through the air, stirring up bursts of poisonous mist. The poisonous mist was wiped away by the dense spiritual energy in the dream space.

Beneath the mask of the Masked Douluo, a ferocious expression appeared on his face, and the seventh black spirit ring on his body emitted a deep, eerie light.

"The true form of the demonic maggot!"

A giant maggot, tens of meters long, appeared before Adam, its body covered with constantly wriggling dark blue maggots.

The giant maggot hissed, and a hideous human face faintly appeared in the dark blue soul power around its body. The face was twisted and in pain, emitting a mournful cry that could affect one's mind.

The maggot's body collapsed toward Adam with a crash; for a giant maggot, its enormous size was its most powerful weapon.

The fighting style of high-level beast spirit masters is actually very close to that of spirit beasts themselves. In the Douluo Continent, there are few self-created spirit skills. Using the spirit true body is the main fighting method of high-level spirit masters.

Adam neither dodged nor flinched, and was thus pinned down by the maggots. The Masked Douluo twisted his body frantically, and venom strong enough to corrode metal dripped continuously from his body. Countless small maggots vibrated their bodies, releasing their spiritual power.

"Die! Heh heh!"

The Masked Douluo grinned menacingly, as if he could hear the image of his opponent's bones shattering and flesh flying everywhere.

To him, it was the most beautiful music in the world, music of pain and death.

"Pfft!"

A sickeningly loud tearing sound of flesh suddenly rang out, and the masked Douluo's ferocious expression froze.

He looked down and saw a golden giant sword piercing right through his massive body, the sword still burning with gilded flames.

The raging fire scorched his internal organs, and he let out a deafening scream.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

Countless maggots were ignited by the raging fire and fell to the ground, like a rain of fire.

Masked Douluo endured the pain of being burned by the raging flames, only to suddenly realize that he was still in the same spot, never having moved.

"Hallucination! When?!"

Adam stood behind him, holding the greatsword, his gaze unwavering, showing no intention of responding.

This giant sword was conceived in his imagination, and his martial spirit, the Pen of Imagination, directly belongs to the [Imagination] authority.

The shadow of Qin Chen can be vaguely seen on this giant sword.

Only after the Masked Douluo had completely turned to ashes did Adam look at the Soul Saint, who was trying to hide his figure.

Just as the Soul Saint was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, he saw his body begin to crumble inch by inch. Without a trace of pain, he simply vanished into the void.

The golden greatsword vanished into thin air, ripples appeared around Adam's body, and he returned to the real world.

A blonde, blue-eyed girl in a gorgeous long dress approached Adam and said:

"solved?"

Adam nodded slightly and said:

"solved."

Audrey's gaze pierced through reality to reach the dream world, and with an elegant smile on her face, she said:
“I thought you would spare his life; an elder should have a lot on his mind.”

"Such a brutal fighting style is not like you."

"Because of the young lady?"

Adam did not deny it; in his view, there was nothing to hide.

"Yes."

"The other side didn't have any valuable information in their minds; they had already seen it before the battle even started."

"How are you doing there?"

Audrey looked at the night sky and said:

"All solved."

"I will send the Spirit Dragons to hunt down the Holy Spirit Cult's reinforcements."

Adam nodded, his figure gradually disappearing into thin air. Audrey looked at her colleague who had vanished without a word, shook her head helplessly, and said:

"The young lady asked if you wanted to go out for dinner together. She left really fast."

A ripple appeared in the air, followed by a voice:
"Location."

(End of this chapter)