Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 152 The Ghost Emperor Appears, Fixed-Equipment Soul-Guided Cannons Baptize, and the Holy Spirit Cult Collapses

On the ocean, three quasi-gods of the oldest generation fought fiercely, creating a passionate and exciting story of old age on Douluo Star.

As the young generation rises again, they lean on the railing and gaze into the distance. Junior Sister Na'er and her apprentice Yuan En Ye Hui set up their photography soul guides, each recording this rare scene in their own way.

"They're fighting so fiercely, I'm tempted to charge into the fray myself. I wonder if I can finally kill him this time." Makino looked around, capturing every detail of the battle.

"Calm down, we still need someone to guard this place." Luan Hongchen said enthusiastically while filming the battle with his camera, "The overwhelming life energy that Zaixing brought down has enhanced my origin. I think I have a chance to break through my limits within ten years. Watching this battle might give me some inspiration."

Although Luan Hongchen is obsessed with his family's soul tools and mecha, he is still a level 98 Super Douluo. As long as he focuses on his research, he still has a chance to reach the ultimate realm.

Upon hearing this, Mu Ye smirked and said, "Fine, I'll lock you up for ten years when we get back. I'll take over as the dean for you."

"No need for that. We don't know how far this battle will go, so let's wait and see." Luan Hongchen shook his head, his expression becoming increasingly solemn.

Feng Zaixing's eyes gleamed with a hint of purple as he used the Tang Sect's Purple Demon Eye to remotely observe the situation. He then said to Yu Xin beside him, "Your great-grandfather's abilities are quite different from the legion commander's."

On the battlefield, Yu Guanjun's methods differed from Yu Guanzhi's, who drew thousands of troops charging forward. Instead, each stroke of his brush connected with the laws of the plane, easily tearing through space and manipulating the laws of the plane to attack.

His attacks were unpredictable and impossible to defend against. He even tore open the Netherworld's Rebirth Domain. Netherworld creatures were injured or killed if they were grazed or touched. Even Harosa rarely had the chance to withstand his attacks.

Although they both possess the Divine Brush Martial Soul, the abilities they display are worlds apart.

"The Divine Brush Martial Soul has many development directions. In fact, Grandpa's painting of the beast tide is a rather unconventional one. The ancestor's path is the purest form of forceful attack," Yu Xin said.

"I see. And what about you?" Feng Zaixing made a quick comparison in his mind and said, "Personally, I think that if one's ability is limited to drawing creatures to fight, then one is probably still at a disadvantage."

"I naturally cultivate both." Yu Xin took out her divine brush martial spirit and tossed it into the air, a confident smile playing on her lips.

"The ferocious beast spirit ring that Xiao Qiu gave me has stimulated my spiritual potential. With such conditions, it is indeed inappropriate to limit myself to painting; cultivation under the Investiture of the Gods is to try to comprehend the laws."

Feng Zaixing nodded upon hearing this, feeling somewhat relieved, as if he could finally break free from the path of using drawing materials.

Seemingly sensing what Feng Zaixing was thinking, Yu Xin smiled and continued, "Of course, you won't lose the skills you learned before; you'll continue to paint."

Feng Zaixing's lips twitched, his eyes darted around, and he changed the subject: "I think we need to come up with a trick to disguise the true color of the soul rings."

"An illusion?" Yu Xin recalled Feng Zaixing's golden sixth spirit ring and pondered for a moment. She transmitted her voice, "It is indeed necessary. What's the deal with your sixth spirit ring? What spirit gave it to you? Legend has it that a golden spirit ring is a symbol of a million-year-old spirit beast."

"I'll keep that a secret for now; this isn't a million-year spirit ring, but its color is certainly eye-catching."

Feng Zaixing pondered, "Or we should fake it all as gold, then no one will believe it."

"Sure," Yu Xin transmitted her voice, "What's the effect of your sixth spirit ring? With such a grand display, it must be incredibly powerful, right?"

Soul skills are the core secrets of a Soul Master, and even close friends wouldn't ask about them lightly. But since they had a very close relationship, Yu Xin asked casually.

Feng Zaixing didn't intend to hide it from her. After a brief assessment, he said in a somewhat strange tone, "It seems to be—a healing-type soul skill."

"Healing type? Your Angelic Martial Soul has awakened a healing talent?" Yu Xin was stunned upon hearing this. Switching from an offensive type to a healing type is quite a leap.

I guess so.

Feng Zaixing observed the battle in the distance and suddenly had a thought: "But my attributes are extremely effective against evil soul masters. Healing soul skills are healing when used on normal soul masters, but they are still the most terrifying offensive skills when used on them."

"It's a pity that Harosa is too powerful, otherwise I would definitely use him to test my skills against any other evil soul master."

The battlefield was in flux. Harosa's Hades Sword shone with an evil light that soared into the sky. Gray haze still occupied one-fifth of the airspace. The twelve gates to the dead had been opened, and twelve death knights with the cultivation of three-word battle armor masters protected Harosa in the center, shielding him from a great deal of damage.

Yu Guanjun's Divine Brush Killing Might and Le Zhengyang's Angelic Holy Light each occupied half of the remaining airspace, their killing moves becoming increasingly powerful. This old man, feeling a surge of youthful madness, vowed to eliminate this great demon.

The two quasi-gods were slightly weaker than Harosa, and it took their combined strength to suppress him. Despite being at a great disadvantage, Harosa was still able to barely hold on with the help of the twelve death knights and a massive number of undead creatures, fighting and retreating while looking for an opportunity to withdraw from the battlefield.

Makino stroked his chin and said, "This kind of opportunity is once in a lifetime. It seems that I really need to participate in the battle at this critical moment. There may not be another chance to kill Harosa in the future."

Luan Hongchen, with a profound and even slightly horrified look in his eyes, said, "Harosa has forged his Hades Sword into a divine artifact. This ability is extremely rare even among quasi-gods."

"Otherwise, no matter how skilled he was, he would have been defeated by the two seniors. I'm afraid Yun Ming's actions would have been no more than this."

"Then we absolutely cannot let him leave—hmm?"

Just as Mu Ye was rubbing his hands together in anticipation, he suddenly noticed clusters of purple clouds drifting in from the distance. Upon closer inspection, he saw a giant purple skull with a group of profound beings sitting cross-legged on it, each of them possessing nine soul rings.

At the top of the skull, a figure whose entire body is nothing but a skeleton chuckles coldly, manipulating the purple skull to charge into the battlefield and aid the Underworld Emperor Halosa.

"Heh heh heh, you two old hags, instead of staying home and living peacefully, you come here to cause trouble for us. You're really tired of living!"

The Ghost Emperor unleashed a self-created soul skill, causing a purple-black curtain to fall from the sky, and countless ghostly shadows emerged to bite out and clash head-on with Yue Zhengyang's sword.

Beneath the skull, a group of three-word battle armor masters unleashed their soul skills, striking at Yu Guanjun to help him break through.

"Well said, I really am tired of living!" The sword light burst through the ghostly realm, and Le Zhengyang strode towards the Ghost Emperor, his aura as powerful as a dragon.

"Ghost Emperor, I wish to take a quasi-god with me to the afterlife before I die. Do you dare to accompany me to the Yellow Springs?"

Yu Guanjun broke through the Holy Spirit Cult's attack, his eyes as sharp as the divine pen in his hand, and coldly said, "I killed your master back then, and I can kill you today; Ghost Emperor, since you've come today, it wouldn't be right if you didn't leave something behind, would it?"

The green ghostly flame in the Ghost Emperor's eyes flickered, and he roared, "Bullshit! You two old ghosts, if you want to die, don't drag us down with you! Underworld Emperor, retreat immediately, don't waste time with these two dying old bastards!"

One old guy is troublesome enough, let alone two; if both old guys were to self-destruct, they would both be finished here.

Harosa swept aside the waves of swords and roared, "I won't swallow this! I'm always the one causing trouble for others, but today I'm the one being besieged again!"

Le Zhengyang and Yu Guanjun attacked ruthlessly and precisely, targeting vital points; the four-word battle armor he had nurtured was pierced in many places by the planes linked by Yu Guanjun, and Le Zhengyang took advantage of the situation to attack, causing damage that would take several months to recover from.

"Who told you to always be so loners, Old Ha? Important matters are at stake!" Ghost Emperor urged while fighting.

He was also very frustrated. He was just sitting at home when he received Harosa's plea for help. When he arrived, he found that it was just two old geezers acting crazy.

"Okay, let's retreat!"

The Underworld Emperor gritted his teeth and sent all the undead creatures in the Underworld's Rebirth Domain as scapegoats, while he himself withdrew from the battlefield with his sword.

"Boom—Boom—Boom-one_"

Just then, a series of whooshing sounds came from distant ships, heading straight for the battlefield.

"They actually intend to use soul-guided technology against us?"

The Ghost Emperor cast a disdainful glance, but upon recognizing what it was, his scalp tingled.

"Three level-nine fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells and a large batch of level-eight fixed-position soul-guided artillery shells? Doesn't your military value equipment as much as money?"

Le Zhengyang and Yu Guanjun did not answer, and retreated at high speed to avoid the burst range of the fixed soul-guided shell.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" —

The most terrifying Death God among Soul Guidance technologies unleashed its power, with mushroom clouds appearing on the sea, engulfing the Underworld Emperor's realm and the Ghost Emperor's skull. Those three level-nine fixed-position Soul Guidance shells had a name: Metal Storm, and were best at group attacks.

They came from the Tang Clan, and the person who led the way in setting up the cannons was Feng Zaixing.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" —

The most terrifying Death God among Soul Guidance technologies unleashed its power, with mushroom clouds appearing on the sea, engulfing the Underworld Emperor's realm and the Ghost Emperor's skull. Those three level-nine fixed-position Soul Guidance shells had a name: Metal Storm, and were best at group attacks.

They came from the Tang Clan, and the person who led the way in setting up the cannons was Feng Zaixing.

"Just because I can't beat you doesn't mean our soul-guided technology can't hurt you."

Feng Zaixing moved with lightning speed in front of the soul-guided cannons, stuffing a batch of fixed-mount soul-guided cannon shells he had obtained from the Tang Sect into them as if they were free, and then firing them.

Brilliant fireworks burst forth from the ship, mesmerizing and stunning, accompanied by the roars and screams of evil spirit masters, for not every evil spirit master is a quasi-god.

The two near-god-level beings on the battlefield exchanged a glance and decisively gave chase.

"King of Ghosts and King of the Underworld, what are you running away from now that you've arrived? Let's fight another three thousand rounds!"

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