Douluo Continent: The Underworld Emperor Halosa Lets Three Fly

Chapter 84 Ghost Emperor, Nightfall (Part 1)

Harosa's sarcastic remark, "I am here on the orders of the Sea God Pavilion to clean house," was like cold water poured into a pot of boiling oil!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the Ghost Emperor instantly realized—this wasn't some "Emperor of the Underworld" at all, nor was he here to clean house! This was blatant mockery and provocation! He was an enemy, not a friend!

His face, hidden beneath the demon mask, was contorted with extreme rage. His voice, as cold as the depths of hell, was filled with bone-chilling hatred: "Fine! Fine! Fine! I never imagined that besides those hypocrites from Shrek Academy, my Holy Spirit Cult would have such a formidable enemy as you—a fool who doesn't know his own mortality!"

"A formidable enemy?" Harosa laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, throwing his head back and bursting into an even more arrogant laugh. His laughter was full of disdain and a condescending mockery. "You little thief, you've been usurping my position for too long. Do you really think the Holy Church is your private domain? I've only been away from the Holy Church for a few decades, and you lowly scoundrels dare to occupy high positions and call yourselves emperors? Who gave you the audacity?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Harosa vanished!

It wasn't spatial travel, but pure speed! So fast that it didn't even leave an afterimage!

The Ghost Emperor's pupils constricted sharply, and a deadly sense of crisis instantly enveloped his entire body! He let out a fierce roar, and the vast dark soul power within his body erupted wildly!

"The true form of the Netherworld Ghost King!"

Boom!

The world changed color! Dense, seemingly all-consuming dark energy erupted from the Ghost Emperor's body like a volcanic eruption! His black robes instantly bulged and tore apart! A gigantic phantom of a Ghost King, tens of feet tall and composed of pure dark energy and countless twisted, mournful, and vengeful spirits, instantly rose from the ground!

This ghost king had curved, gigantic horns on its head, a face like a skinned demon, eyes burning with a ghastly green ghostly fire, and its body was wrapped in jet-black chains, radiating a terrifying chill that could freeze the soul and an overwhelming resentment! It was none other than the Ghost Emperor's top-tier evil martial soul—the Netherworld Ghost King!

The nine soul rings, like nine netherworld halos, spun rapidly around the enormous Ghost King's true form, radiating a suffocating pressure!

This power, enough to terrify even a Super Douluo, was nothing but child's play in Harosa's eyes!

"Fancy and overly complicated!"

The chilling voice, like a judgment, exploded directly in the Ghost Emperor's ears!

Before the colossal Netherworld King's true form, Harosa's tiny figure had appeared out of nowhere! He didn't even use the Netherworld Incantation; he simply raised his right hand casually, his five fingers loosely clenched!

Metaphor!

An indescribable, terrifying suction force, seemingly emanating from the very origin of the world, erupted instantly! The dense dark energy surrounding the Ghost King's true form, powerful enough to corrode fine gold, and the countless menacing vengeful spirits, as if encountering their nemesis, were uncontrollably pulled, compressed, and frantically converged towards Harosa's palm! The originally solid and massive Ghost King's true form became illusory and transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"What?!" The Ghost Emperor was utterly shocked! He felt his martial soul essence being forcibly extracted by the other party!

Harosa clenched his fist tightly!

Pfft!

Like popping a giant soap bubble! The seemingly invincible Netherworld Ghost King's true form, along with the surrounding swirling soul rings, instantly collapsed and annihilated like a fragile phantom! It turned into countless scattered black specks of light!

"Ah!" The backlash from having his Martial Soul True Body forcibly shattered slammed into the Ghost Emperor's chest like a heavy hammer! He groaned, spitting out a torrent of blood.

The demon mask covering his face shattered with a "crack," revealing a pale, distorted, and horrified face of a middle-aged man!

This is not over yet!

Harosa appeared before the Ghost Emperor like a ghost, and in the astonished gaze of the other party, he threw a seemingly ordinary punch!

There was no radiance of soul power, no earth-shattering momentum, only the purest power and speed!

boom!

A deep, resounding thud! The protective soul power covering the Ghost Emperor's body shattered like paper! A fist landed solidly on his abdomen!

"Pfft!" The Ghost Emperor's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his body arched like a boiled shrimp, and what he spat out was no longer blood.

Instead, it was filth mixed with fragments of internal organs! He was like a catapult projectile, crashing heavily into the cliff face of a barren mountain below!

Boom!

The mountainside shook violently, rocks fell, and a deep, human-shaped crater appeared on the rock face, filled with smoke and dust.

Harosa's figure followed closely, instantly appearing at the edge of the deep pit, looking down at the Ghost Emperor at the bottom of the pit, who was limp like a broken sack, with countless broken bones, bleeding from his seven orifices, and looking like a wolf and fox.

Deng Zhan and Ye Lan, hovering high in the distance, were completely dumbfounded, their bodies turning ice-cold! That was the infamous Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult! A top-tier existence even among Limit Douluo! Yet—yet he was beaten like a punching bag by this man who called himself the "Underworld Emperor," completely powerless with his bare hands?! What level of terrifying power was this?!

"Cough cough pfft!" The Ghost Emperor struggled to climb out of the pit, but every movement aggravated his shattered bones, bringing excruciating pain. He had never suffered such humiliation! As a leader of the Holy Spirit Cult, he had always been high above, controlling the lives of others; how could he have ever been treated like a dog, humiliated and trampled on the ground?!

A surge of violent, all-consuming rage instantly overwhelmed his reason! A glint of madness flashed in his eyes, and the remaining soul power within him surged recklessly towards the core of his martial soul! He was going to self-destruct! Even if he couldn't kill his opponent, he would drag him down with him! At least he could maintain his last shred of dignity!

"A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!!" The Ghost Emperor roared like a wild beast!

"A warrior?" Harosa's icy voice pierced the Ghost Emperor's madness like a sharp blade. "Before me, you are nothing but an 'old dog'!"

Just as the Ghost Emperor's soul power was about to detonate the core!

Harosa's figure vanished once more! The next instant, a foot clad in a black boot, like a hammer of divine punishment, slammed down on the Ghost Emperor's soul core sea with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!

Pfft!

It sounded like a balloon being popped! The Ghost Emperor's soul power, which had been condensed to its critical point, dissipated instantly like a punctured balloon! Even more terrifying, an incomparably domineering force pierced through his body, completely shattering the foundation of his remaining soul power! He was finished!

"Ahhh!!!" The Ghost Emperor let out a mournful cry so shrill it was inhuman, a despair more painful than death! With his cultivation destroyed, even self-destruction had become a luxury for him!

Harosa showed no sign of stopping. He was like a mischievous child who had found a new toy, or perhaps he was venting some inexplicable, long-suppressed frustration.

It seems to come from his memories that merged with the soul of the blue planet.

"Who says I, the Emperor of the Underworld, am inferior to that Ghost Emperor?"

"Huh? Did I beat you up?"

With each word he spoke, Harosa mercilessly kicked the Ghost Emperor, who was curled up at the bottom of the pit! Sometimes he kicked the broken bones, sometimes he stepped on the face! His movements were brutal and savage, lacking any semblance of a master's demeanor, yet filled with a chilling sense of crushing dominance and humiliation!

Bang bang bang! Crack crack!

The sounds of bones breaking and the Ghost Emperor's painful groans filled the air. The once mighty Ghost Emperor of the Holy Spirit Cult was now like a beaten dog in the water, unable to even struggle, forced to passively endure this endless humiliation and pain.

Deng Zhan watched from the side, his eyelids twitching, feeling a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head. This man was truly ruthless when he got vicious!

This Ghost Emperor looks like a powerful figure, yet he was beaten into a pulp.