Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 228 Demon God Sword? Minor Injury
A little girl who can't even hold a short sword properly has taken a boy hostage, who seems completely unconcerned and even a little amused, to threaten a mature woman with an unfathomable aura.

Leng Yaozhu's originally somber expression turned somewhat amused and exasperated, her wariness lessened considerably by a sense of absurdity.

Seeing that the other party didn't take it seriously.

The girl gritted her teeth and, as if to issue a warning, used her short sword to get even closer to Su Qiu.

"wrong!"

Su Qiu's expression changed, and at that moment her intuition warned her that there was something wrong with the short sword.

In an instant, terrifying soul power exploded outward from his body, and layer upon layer of soul power broke through the waves and pushed away everything around him.

At the same time, the three-word battle armor covered his entire body.

As the surrounding high-rise buildings collapsed, Leng Yaozhu didn't have time to rebuke Su Qiu for his sudden outburst. She used her spiritual power to spread around, protecting the people affected by the attack and keeping them away from the area.

Then he shouted at Su Qiu, "You're here."

She paused halfway through her sentence.

The smoke and dust cleared.

The short sword that the little girl had just held was now dark red, and half of it had already penetrated Su Qiu's left shoulder.

The armor on his left shoulder was shattered.

Centered on this point, dark red patterns spread across Su Qiu's entire body, and then the short sword was about to melt and drill into the wound.

"No, why is the sky red? Wait, something's not right!" The Holy Dragon King rushed out and froze the short sword that was about to melt.

Guang was peacefully in his sea of ​​consciousness when suddenly it turned red, and this was the first thing he saw when he came out.

"It's a minor injury, nothing serious."

Su Qiu waved her hand.

"A minor injury?" Guang's voice carried a rare hint of seriousness as his golden eyes were fixed on the frozen dark red short sword and the viscous dark red energy that seemed to be alive as it burrowed into Su Qiu's body from the blade.

“This is a divine artifact,” Light said quickly. “It contains extremely malevolent curses and fragments of souls. But it seems to be a one-time use item?”

After analyzing the situation, Light's tail swayed gently: "Oh, that's indeed a minor injury for you."

Su Qiu looked down at the wound on his left shoulder. The flesh at the broken part of the battle armor was not bleeding; instead, it showed a strange dark red crystallization trend.

Furthermore, the dark red patterns, like living vines, were spreading along his blood vessels and soul channels toward his heart and head.

"Interesting." Su Qiu frowned, but his face showed little panic. Instead, a look of inquiry appeared on his face. After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said, "The Demon God Sword?"

Originally, Leng Yaozhu's fate was to die by the Demon God's Sword. I didn't expect him to be hit like that too; to be honest, it hurt quite a bit.

"Oh? You actually know him?"

A charming voice came from inside.

A figure was slowly approaching them from the direction where Su Qiu had just blasted the little girl away with his soul power.

She was a woman with a slender figure and an extraordinary beauty surrounding her.

She was covered in armor, her battle armor.

The battle armor was entirely black, yet a purple halo shone through the gaps between each plate, making the armor's outline and color exceptionally beautiful.

These armors were not made of metal, but rather of pieces of dark crystals, which shimmered with a faint dark purple hue under the purple light.

She wore a crown of the same color, with a phoenix carved in the center. The phoenix's eyes were bright purple, and its body was also jet black. The woman's face was covered by a black mask, revealing only a pair of eyes that shimmered with purple light.

Huge and magnificent wings drooped down her back, the wingtips curving to reveal her shoulders, and the hindquarters trailing all the way to the ground. Purple light flowed between each feather, drawing streaks of light on the ground.

Dark Phoenix, Cold Rain.

Leng Yaozhu's eyes widened in disbelief: "Sister?"

"what are you doing?"

She glanced at Su Qiu, whose entire body had turned dark red, then looked at Leng Yulai, somewhat at a loss.

Leng Yulai did not immediately respond to Leng Yaozhu's trembling call.

Her shimmering purple eyes first glanced at Su Qiu, whose body was corroded by dark red patterns, then her gaze lingered for a moment on the short sword that was frozen in golden light, a hint of barely perceptible surprise flashing across her face.

Then, her gaze fell on Leng Yaozhu, her eyes filled with a complex and unfathomable expression, containing a deep-seated resentment and an almost cold detachment.

Her voice came through the mask, carrying a strange echo, charming yet cold, "Long time no see. You're still as disgustingly stupid as ever."

"Sister! Is it really you?" Leng Yaozhu stepped forward, her emotions running high. A faint, scorching aura rose from her body—a natural reaction of her Heavenly Phoenix Martial Soul to intense emotional turmoil. "You're really in the Holy Spirit Cult? This sword... what did you do to Su Qiu? Quickly hand over the antidote or the method to remove it!"

"An antidote?" Leng Yulai chuckled softly, as if she had heard something amusing. Her dark wings trembled slightly, swirling with purple light. "There is no antidote for the Demon God Sword. This is the ultimate curse that even that wretched woman Ya Li couldn't cure."

Her tone was flat, as if she were stating a fact that had nothing to do with her.

"You're so lucky, this was originally prepared for you."

"Well, it's the same if I do it myself."

After the Demon Emperor was targeted by the auspicious beast last time, because Su Qiu never concealed the existence of Xia Xi, the Demon Emperor easily found Su Qiu.

This made Su Qiu seem even more threatening to her.

Moreover, Su Qiu has recently been carrying out a large-scale hunt for members of the Holy Spirit Cult, which has seriously affected her plans.

And that's how this scene came about.

Leng Yulai's last words, spoken casually, sent a chill down Leng Yaozhu's spine. Was this vicious attack originally intended for her?
why?
Leng Yulai's purple eyes reflected Leng Yaozhu's instantly pale face, seemingly gaining a twisted sense of pleasure, but it was quickly covered by a deeper coldness.

Ignoring Su Qiu, who was watching the drama unfold, the blond-haired man was practically dead in her eyes.

A dark phoenix appeared, and Leng Yulai, wielding a dark phoenix feather, instantly attacked Leng Yaozhu without holding back.

"Why? What's wrong with you?" Leng Yaozhu was still in shock. "Did the Holy Spirit Cult do something to you?"

Before she could finish speaking, the Dark Phoenix Feather, carrying a purplish-black malevolent aura, pounced on Leng Yaozhu, its wingtip aimed straight for her heart. In her haste, Leng Yaozhu used the Heavenly Phoenix to fight back, the fiery red wings colliding with the black wings, the shockwave cracking the ground.

"Are you crazy?!" Leng Yaozhu was both anxious and in pain. She had reduced her attack by a third, and Leng Yulai took the opportunity to kick her in the chest. She staggered back several steps, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

Leng Yulai's laughter beneath the mask was icy: "You're the one who's crazy, you shameless woman."

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing Leng Yaozhu's pretentious behavior, Su Qiu knew she couldn't continue being a bystander and retorted speechlessly.

He appeared in front of Leng Yaozhu in an instant, and with a flick of his Excalibur, terrifying energy poured out.

"Holy Sword, unleash!"

A deep and clear chanting began.

In an instant, centered on Su Qiu, a golden light, pure and radiant, seemingly capable of dispelling everything, erupted with a deafening roar!
(End of this chapter)