Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 162 The Sub-Tree Devours the Taotie, Two Soul Cores Form, Soul Spirits Undergo Change; The War God Temple's Determination (3k)

"You want to support Makino to become Blood God Legion's Blood One? That's not an easy task."

Yu Guanjun frowned: "Apart from some special families, the rest of the Blood God Legion's soldiers come from the four top powers. If Mu Ye goes there, he will only be a commander without troops."

"How about adding a title? The Temple of War doesn't mind having too many people, does it?"

Feng Zaixing smiled slightly and, together with Yu Guanjun, explored the Dark Taotie and the Taotie Clan Chief's storage soul tool.

After searching for a while, the two found the evil inheritance method of the Dark Gluttonous Martial Soul, and their eyes showed instinctive disgust.

"The original Dark Glutton first devoured the essence of hundreds of earth dragon race soul beasts, and then absorbed a considerable amount of human blood essence. It took devouring ten thousand people to achieve even a minor success—truly an evil technique among evil techniques!"

Feng Zaixing, whose body was of the highest Yang caliber, was now releasing a bone-chilling cold.

Yu Guanjun stroked his short beard and estimated, "The quality of the Dark Gluttonous Martial Soul is second only to the Hades Sword in the Holy Spirit Cult. If it is passed down from generation to generation, I'm afraid that over the next ten thousand years, the Gluttonous family will have taken more than ten million lives."

"Their connection with the Holy Spirit Cult is the deepest among all the reclusive families. While other reclusive families and the Holy Spirit Cult may have a mutually beneficial relationship, the Taotie family is essentially a mini-Holy Spirit Cult!"

Feng Zaixing's solemn voice echoed in the air: "I will wipe out all the hidden families lurking in the shadows of the continent. Those who can be killed will be killed, and those who cannot will be killed later."

Yu Guanjun nodded and sighed, "Sometimes I think you act extremely, but now I realize it makes perfect sense. How can you be so decisive at such a young age?"

Feng Zaixing suddenly looked up, smiled, and said, "I've heard a saying: 'We must never let up in the fight against evil forces. When we discover a symptom, we must act decisively.'"

"The best doctors in the world can prevent illness before it manifests; the second best can cure illnesses, whether they are serious or minor; and the third best can cure patients when they are terminally ill, thus earning the reputation of a renowned physician."

"Most of the hidden families are not clean, so it's best to strike first."

Yu Guanjun nodded, looking somewhat regretful: "It's a pity that your excessive killing has damaged your image, otherwise I would be happy to push up a tough-blooded speaker."

"That's because our predecessors left us with so much trouble; I have to use swift and decisive measures."

Feng Zaixing slightly closed his eyes, condensing his pure soul power into the Overlord Twin Heavenly Saint Sword, and thrust it down at the chest and dantian of the Dark Taotie.

"Ah! — Ah!"

Two screams rang out as the Dark Glutton's twin soul cores shattered, and a surge of malevolent light flowed along the sword towards the fluttering young man.

"call-

Feng Zaixing's eyes shone with a green-gold glow, and the light and shadow of the Tree of Life appeared behind him. He acted as a filter, purifying the essence of the Dark Glutton's cultivation and transferring it to the Tree of Life.

The branches and leaves of the Life Tree sway, casting a canopy of spiritual light, and the misty light of life rises again with the wind, then recedes inward.

"Unbelievable, is this a clone of the Shrek Golden Tree?!"

Yu Guanjun frowned. Life energy is something that all Soul Masters dream of. Life light mist has unparalleled benefits to the body and can directly enhance the most fundamental talent foundation of a prodigy.

Even a Soul Master with a useless Martial Soul can evolve their Martial Soul by absorbing 30% of the Life Light Mist, and may even be able to reach the Title Douluo level.

As the life force flowed into his body with each breath, Yu Guanjun felt a great sense of relief. His lifelong learning and the Life Tree mutually reinforced each other, and the mental bottleneck that had stagnated at the peak of the Spirit Realm for many years seemed to loosen.

Seeing the gate to the Divine Origin Realm in the distance, Yu Guanjun thought to himself, "Last time, I received his help to prolong my life. This time, with this tremor, I owe him a huge favor."

Immediately afterwards, he focused intently on observing Feng Zaixing. He himself was moved, and Feng Zaixing must have benefited even more.

The vortex of blood energy on his chest grew increasingly powerful and vigorous, its rotation speed shifting from extremely fast to extremely slow, eventually transforming into a tangible entity.

The soul power vortex was undergoing the same change, a situation that did not exist in this era, as if it had become a soul core from ancient times, a soul core with the ultimate sacred fire attribute.

In ancient times, only Title Douluo could condense a Soul Core, and its power was far more terrifying than the vortex that even Soul Saints could condense in this era. They were incomparable.

At the same time, his forehead shone brightly, and the essence of the Tree of Life became more and more deeply rooted in the Sea of ​​Spirit. The entire ocean was filled with azure gold, and the strands of spiritual power underwent baptism, becoming more and more resilient as steel.

In the sea of ​​spirits, souls from all directions are nourished.

The Heavenly Winged Tiger, which had been asleep for over a year, twitched its ears, turned over, and tried to continue sleeping.

"Are you awake? Perfect timing."

Feng Zaixing did not blindly pursue quantitative improvement, but guided the life light mist to nourish all the souls.

"Work's over, time to get paid!"

Jiaojiao, inside the red mecha, received a call from her boss and instantly returned to the Sea of ​​Spirit, her expression as content as a swallow returning to its nest, running freely under the light and rain of the Tree of Life.

This is the long life she's always dreamed of, so much more comfortable than the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. Outside, she can play with mechs and fight, and when she comes back, she gets a feast of life energy.

"Roar~!" The little Behemoth let out a joyful roar, swelling into a golden behemoth over ten meters in size, its gleaming fur seemingly shimmering with a fleeting purple halo.

"Chirp~"

The little angel fluttered its three pairs of illusory wings, its figure like a butterfly, dancing like a painting. Its petite body gradually grew larger under the light of life, and for a moment it seemed to transform into a beautiful seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with a delicate face and a slender figure.

The next moment, she shrank again, like a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl in her prime, her six wings half-illusory, her eyes still carrying a hint of bewilderment, as if she were reminiscing about something.

"Little angels can evolve? The Ancestor never told me that."

Feng Zaixing noticed the changes in the angel's soul and was quite surprised. If he killed another great evil soul master, could the little angel evolve into its complete form?

"Can you speak now?" he asked the angel spirit.

Xu Yanzhen gently shook his head and gestured, indicating that it might be possible in the future, but his thoughts were currently very chaotic and he needed time to sort them out.

"Alright, keep thinking." Feng Zaixing's spiritual body nodded, his gaze turning eastward, a slight smile playing on his lips.

There, a large white cat was fast asleep. As streams of life-giving energy flowed into it, its body transformed from ethereal to tangible, becoming a real physical form, just like the Life Tree and the Thunderous Hell Vine.

Furthermore, its body color changes between pure white and jet black, sometimes white and sometimes black, undergoing the most peculiar changes.

Feng Zaixing strolled over and shook the fat cat awake.

"Tian Sheng, your body has been reconstructed, why haven't you woken up yet?"

"I haven't had enough sleep yet, why are you waking up?" The Heavenly Winged Tiger yawned lazily, squinting its eyes. "I'm at a crucial moment of transformation, didn't you see my attributes changing?"

Feng Zaixing stared intently at it and said, "A cycle between the sacred and the evil?"

"Yes, remember to gather more life energy when you have time."

After saying that, the Heavenly Winged Tiger slumped its head down and continued to sleep.

"You, you." The spirit Feng Zaixing shook his head and returned to Zhongyuan.

In the real world, the wind rises again and the eyes open once more.

The Dark Glutton is now a cripple, but he made a great contribution, causing the Tree of Life to grow a third taller.

"You don't seem to be in a hurry to break through to the spiritual power realm?"

Yu Guanjun's voice came through, tinged with concern and doubt; he didn't understand the young man's thoughts.

"I'll reach the Spirit Realm sooner or later, why should I rush it? Let things take their natural course."

Feng Zaixing took out a map of Douluo Continent and drew a small cross on the location of the Taotie Clan. There were about twenty circled dots on the map, which were the locations of hidden families and sects. The places without crosses were marked with the most eye-catching texts such as "Haotian Sect", "Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect" and "Dark Dragon Clan".

Yu Guanjun glanced at the map, then said with a serious expression, "It seems you've already thought this through."

"Yes." Feng Zaixing nodded, a hint of helplessness appearing in his eyes as he looked at the map: "Unfortunately, there are a few sects that I can't destroy right now, and I'm wary of them."

"Let's take it one step at a time. If we wipe them all out, we'll force Shi Tang to go to war with us," Yu Guanjun said.

"I understand." Feng Zaixing put away the map and strode into the dark depths of the Taotie family, his firm and resolute voice echoing in the air.

"The brainwashing abilities of Shi Tang and these reclusive sects are unparalleled in the world, and the Federation cannot afford to play along; trying to persuade them to relinquish their interests with words is a fool's fantasy, only the blade can shut them up."

"These old-fashioned dregs have done nothing but evil; it's time to sweep them into the dustbin of history."

According to the conventions of movies and TV dramas, a young master like him who leads spies to raid the homes of prestigious families is a born villain.

Meanwhile, established forces like the Shi Tang and reclusive families are fighters who defend righteousness and peace.

They are destined to be irreconcilable enemies.

Five days later.

The Blood God Legion's base is surrounded by snow-capped mountains stretching for miles.

Cao Dezhi, dressed in civilian clothes, led Xue Liu out of the snow-capped mountain. Seeing the man in chef's attire before him, he was somewhat surprised: "The person who replaced me is actually you?"

"If the students are all doing well, the teacher can't fall behind."

Mu Ye smiled and said to Cao Dezhi, "You are the sect leader of the Tang Sect, and I am the sect leader of the Body Sect. Our statuses are roughly equal."

Cao Dezhi raised an eyebrow: "We've always kept to ourselves."

"Of course," Mu Ye laughed. "The source of Tang Sect's troubles lies with Shrek Academy; they're all counting on you to return."

"Shrek—" Cao Dezhi's eyes flickered as he looked at the two people behind Mu Ye and lifted his eyelids.

"Hao Ri Douluo Ao Rui, Mo Zihong, the Demon Harp Douluo, are you really willing to send the War God Temple out?"

Ao Rui said, "The Palace Master instructed us to hold the line well. Perhaps I can find a breakthrough opportunity here."

Mo Zihong echoed, "That's exactly right."

Cao Dezhi's heart sank. Their departure from the Blood God Legion and the War God Temple's dispatch of three top experts to take up a position showed their great determination and were bound to affect the Blood God Legion's overall situation.

Having been stationed here for fifty years, I have many old friends and acquaintances. Perhaps these relationships will fade away in a few years.

But he had no choice; the situation at Tang Sect was getting worse and worse, so he had to return.

"The Tang Clan, truly plagued by misfortune—"

After bidding farewell to Mu Ye and the other two, Cao Dezhi sighed inwardly and took Xue Liu into the air, their figures appearing even smaller against the backdrop of the snow-capped mountains.