Douluo Continent: I Moved the Entire Dragon King.

Tang San's brow twitched slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He spoke again, his tone a bit more serious than before.

"Destruction God King, you are mistaken. I, Tang San, have always acted with integrity and uprightness. After all, Douluo Continent is where I was born, and I will only take good care of it. I would never do anything to harm my original world."

"Besides, I destroyed the Slaughter City ten thousand years ago before I ascended, and my only thought was to prevent the emergence of fallen soul masters on the continent. So how could I have done something like cultivating fallen soul masters to harm the continent? Ten thousand years ago, I was a hero who saved the Douluo Continent from disaster, but I am no longer one ten thousand years later?"

However, after hearing this, the God of Destruction's purple eyes not only did not lose their suspicion, but instead gained a chill.

"If I remember correctly, before you ascended, there weren't so many corrupt Soul Masters in the Douluo Continent. Now, only ten thousand years have passed, so why are evil Soul Masters running rampant?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San felt quite uncomfortable.

Although he still had a smile on his face, he was starting to lose his composure. The Destruction God King was actually openly targeting him like this.

Tang San remained silent for a moment before speaking, his tone filled with a sense of grievance and resentment at being misunderstood.

"What does the King of Destruction mean by this?"

Tang San's gaze was fixed on the God King of Destruction.

"Could it be that you want to pin all the blame on me?"

"Yes."

Tang San's face darkened; this was blatant defiance.

Seeing this, Dai Mubai frowned.

He glanced at Tang San, whose face was gloomy, and then at the God King of Destruction, whose expression was icy, and finally stepped forward.

"Destruction God King, as the law-enforcing god of the divine realm, you should act with a basis."

"We must not make hasty judgments; such actions are not conducive to unity among the gods."

The God of Destruction glanced at Dai Mubai without saying a word, but the coldness in his gaze did not diminish.

Seeing that Tang San did not refute him, Dai Mubai continued, his tone seemingly trying to smooth things over by echoing Tang San's previous statement. However, his words made Tang San's expression even more unpleasant.

"Even if the Holy Spirit Cult is indeed related to evil soul masters, it is related to the Clear Sky Sect, and has nothing to do with Tang San."

When Tang San heard the first half of the sentence, his heart stirred slightly, thinking that Dai Mubai was quite eloquent.

But then Dai Mubai said the second half of the sentence.

"It's possible that some guys from the Haotian Sect joined the Holy Spirit Cult and then spread this method, turning it into a secret technique of the Holy Spirit Cult."

Tang San's face darkened immediately; there was no need to say the second half of his sentence.

The Haotian Sect is now under his control. He has never mentioned this matter to anyone, except for Xiao Wu, whom he mentioned once. Then he sent Da Ming and Er Ming to the Haotian Sect to take charge.

If Dai Mubai's words were taken seriously and someone actually investigated the Haotian Sect, wouldn't that be like dragging himself into it?

If it really was passed down from the Haotian Sect... then wouldn't that mean it was at his behest?

Tang San's mind was churning with all sorts of thoughts, but he could only barely maintain a calm expression.

In fact, he did indeed do some shady things within the Church of the Holy Spirit.

For example, improvements in the age of soul rings. Otherwise, how could a mere Holy Spirit Cult possess someone with a soul ring configuration that surpasses that of an ordinary one? Those configurations, which should have been six black and three red, or three purple, five black, and one red, far exceed the upper limit that a normal soul master can achieve.

Tang San had his reasons for doing this; he needed to create turmoil on the continent.

A villain who is too weak cannot provide sufficient support or cause significant trouble. Therefore, the villain's influence is diminished, and the life force they carry is reduced.

When he lets his father devour the consciousness of the Douluo Continent plane, the process will slow down.

To achieve all this, Tang San secretly increased the lifespan of some of the Holy Spirit Cult members' soul rings.

However, the abilities he has revealed are merely the manipulation and destruction of souls. (The original work states that the Holy Emperor's abilities are related to the soul; it could be either Ilex or Tang San, since Tang San also possesses the Soul Splitting Technique and the ability to increase the age of his soul rings.)

He never revealed his abilities as the Sea God or the Asura God, and no one could catch up with him.

As for the ring-exploding technique, he improved it himself before spreading it, in order to make the methods of those evil soul masters even more wicked, so as to plunge the entire continent into deeper turmoil.

As long as he denies it, everything will be fine.

In the God Realm, no one but him is constantly watching over the Douluo Continent; he is the only one who keeps a close eye on that land. They don't know as much as he does.

Tang San felt a little more at ease after thinking about this.

He composed himself, suppressing the gloom and adopting a composed demeanor.

And at that very moment, Xing said, "Where can I resist this? [The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.]

Chapter 410 The Minister of the Holy Spirit Execution Department Speaks to All Evil Soul Masters

On the competition stage, Lin Xi released two more special dolls upon seeing this.

Two beams of light shone simultaneously beside her, and the moment the two puppets landed in her hands, a strange surge of spiritual energy rippled around Lin Xi.

With a flick of her wrists, the two puppets suddenly expanded and grew larger in mid-air. Immediately afterward, a dense layer of green light burst forth from Lin Xi's body, quickly condensing into a pair of enormous phantom butterfly wings behind her. The wings swirled with a mesmerizing radiance, as if countless butterflies were fluttering within them.

Sleepy Douluo naturally noticed this scene as well. He sensed that Lin Xi's mental power was rising at an alarming rate. The already exceptionally strong barrier became even thicker and thicker, and even his mental power, which surged after burning his soul rings, could not easily penetrate it.

His brows furrowed involuntarily, looking somewhat troubled.

Before coming here, Sleepy Douluo had already carefully studied Lin Xi's match. He could not see much through the light screen, especially regarding the judgment of mental power, which was almost completely imperceptible to him.

He had watched the previous match between Lin Xi and Seele very carefully. He noticed that after Lin Xi used the battle formation, he was actually unable to stop Seele's attack. Seele's sickle still easily tore through the illusion.

Logically speaking, the strength of a battle formation is reflected in its mental power. Since it couldn't stop Xi'er's attack, Lin Xi's mental power shouldn't be too outstanding.

But now, standing here, Sleepy Douluo realized that he was wrong, terribly wrong.

He originally thought he had overestimated Lin Xi enough, after all, it was already quite amazing that a girl in her teens could have the same mental strength as him.

However, he did not expect that after using the battle formation, Lin Xi's mental strength would continue to rise, and the rise would be much greater than he had anticipated.

Although Sleepy Douluo was terrified, he did not stop what he was doing.

His arms suddenly opened wide, and the nine soul rings burning with gray-black flames released an even more dazzling light. Countless more solid ghost shadows emerged from the flames, rushing towards Lin Xi with sharp hissing sounds.

A determined light flashed in Lin Xi's emerald green eyes. She quickly formed hand seals in front of her, and the wings of the illusory butterfly behind her suddenly flapped.

"The Myriad Beasts Illusionary Realm!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the green light around her suddenly expanded, and one after another, phantom beasts condensed from it. Unlike the previous time, the phantom beasts that condensed this time were obviously larger and more solid.

The tiger roared and the eagle sang, tearing through the sky. The bodies of those phantom beasts were no longer semi-transparent, but almost indistinguishable from real soul beasts. Each phantom beast had emerald flames burning in its eyes, and it met the nightmare shadows with overwhelming force.

Gray-black and emerald green clashed once again on the competition stage.

This collision was even more intense than before, with shockwaves from both mental forces spreading outwards in concentric circles.

The nightmare shadows of Sleepy Douluo and Lin Xi's phantom beasts were intertwined, tearing at each other. Nightmare shadows shattered and dissipated, and phantom beasts collapsed and turned into specks of light.

Both sides were rapidly depleting their mental energy, but Lin Xi's recovery speed was still faster than that of Sleepy Douluo, and the green barrier never showed any cracks.

Sleepy Douluo was filled with impatience at this moment.

He fights by burning his soul rings, and while the power that erupts is terrifying, it comes at a price.

The power released by burning soul rings is equivalent to overdrawing one's own reserves; the longer it lasts, the heavier the backlash will be afterward.

He must win this match as soon as possible; he cannot afford to delay any longer.

However, Lin Xi's defense was impenetrable, and the phantom beast's attacks were relentless. He wanted to break through that barrier, but he could not find a suitable opening.

The more anxious you are, the more mistakes you'll make.

Just as Sleepy Douluo was trying to mobilize more Nightmare Shadows to launch a surprise attack from the left, he suddenly felt an unusual fluctuation coming from behind him.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to turn around, but it was too late.

Lin Xi caught him in that moment of distraction.

A layer of emerald green light suddenly shone from beneath Sleepy Douluo's feet. The light climbed rapidly upwards like vines, wrapping around his legs, waist, and then enveloping his head.

Sleepy Douluo felt the world before him instantly become distorted and blurry, and all the surrounding scenery receded like the tide, replaced by a hazy gray space.

He stood on a desolate piece of land, the sky was a pale gray, and there was no sound around him, only deathly silence.

Then he saw the first figure appear on the horizon in the distance. It was an old woman with a hunched back, dressed in coarse cloth, holding a needle and thread in her hand, as if she was mending something.

Her face was covered in wrinkles, her eyes were empty, and she walked step by step toward Sleepy Douluo.

Then a second figure appeared, a young woman holding a child. Her eyes were equally empty, her face was ashen, and the child in her arms lay quietly, without crying or making a sound.

Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, and countless figures emerged one by one from that desolate horizon, becoming more and more numerous and denser, soon filling Sleep Douluo's entire field of vision.

Among those people were the old and the young, the strong and the weak; some he killed with his own hands, and others who died indirectly because of him.

Their faces were expressionless, but their empty eyes were fixed on Sleep Douluo.

Then countless hands reached out at the same time, grabbing at Sleep Douluo.

Those hands, some old and withered, some tender and slender, some muscular and knotted, some skin and bones, but no matter what kind of hands they were, they all grabbed at Sleep Douluo with the same strength and the same determination.

Sleepy Douluo struggled frantically, mobilizing all his mental energy in an attempt to break free from this illusion. He waved his hands, trying to drive away the approaching figures, but it was all in vain.

There were so many figures, surging up densely, layer upon layer, covering him. Every time he managed to free one pair of hands, three more would grab him again.

His body was being dragged down little by little, the ground beneath his feet seemed to turn into a swamp, and hands reaching out from all directions held him down tightly, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Let go! Let go of them, all of you!"

Sleepy Douluo roared, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the deathly silence.

Those figures continued to silently hold him, dragging him step by step into the darkness.

In the end, he was dragged down.

The illusion shattered.

On the competition stage, Sleepy Douluo's body suddenly stiffened, the light in his eyes abruptly went out, and his whole body fell straight forward like a piece of dead wood, crashing heavily to the ground.

The gray-black flames around him extinguished simultaneously, and his nine soul rings vanished without a trace in an instant.

Lin Feng's voice rang out softly.

"Challenge failed."

After these words were spoken, the entire audience paused for a moment, and then a murmur of discussion erupted.

Amidst the murmurs, in a corner of the ordinary audience, a figure silently stood up.

The man was tall and slender, with pale skin, and held a thin, long cross-shaped sword in his right hand.

In the next instant, his figure vanished, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on the arena, standing in front of Sleepy Douluo. The slender cross sword was raised high, and then suddenly brought down.

A flash of sword light.

The head of Sleepy Douluo rolled off his neck, spun twice on the ground, and finally came to rest in a pool of dark red blood.

The headless body twitched twice and then remained completely still.

The man slowly withdrew the cross-shaped sword from his hand, his pale face devoid of any extra expression.

"I am Harosa, the Minister of the Holy Spirit Execution Department, and I hereby address all evil soul masters across the Douluo Continent."

"If you can win this competition, you can seek a glimmer of hope for survival; those who lose will die. After this grand event ends, all evil spirit masters will be wiped out by us. Your positions have been recorded. Do not even think about harming innocent people during this period. You cannot do it. Your lives no longer belong to you at this moment."

After saying this, he said nothing more, just stood there quietly, letting the blood droplets on the cross sword slide down, blooming into tiny dark red flowers on the arena.

Chapter 411 I refuse to accept my fate, not then, and not now.

Within the Holy Spirit Church, everyone watching Haros's words through the light screen was completely stunned.

The entire hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop. The evil spirit masters, who were usually arrogant and domineering and treated human life like dirt, were now all pale-faced and trembling.

In the past, if someone dared to stand in front of them and say they would wipe out all the evil spirit masters, they would definitely shout an arrogant accusation.

Do they really think that evil spirit masters are pushovers who can be manipulated at will?

The blood on their hands is more than most Soul Masters have ever seen. Their methods are so ruthless and cruel that they could give ordinary people nightmares.

But at this moment, looking at the blood dripping from the slender cross sword in the light screen, and at Sleepy Douluo's head rolling to the ground, their thoughts changed completely.

Especially his last words, made very clear by Harosa, the Minister of the Holy Spirit Execution Department: the locations of all evil spirit masters have been memorized, and they should not attempt to harm innocent people during this period, because their lives no longer belong to them.

Fear spread like a tide, quickly engulfing the entire Holy Spirit Church temple.

Those elders and protectors who were usually high and mighty were now filled with fear and panic.

At this moment, evil soul masters from all over the Douluo Continent also saw this scene through their respective light screens.