Douluo: The Holy Radiance of the Dragon King

Chapter 217 Capturing the Ancient Spirit Master, Across a Hundred Miles of Spiritual Domain, the Underworld Emperor is Dead! (3k8-page chapter)

"Boom!"

At the Xingluo Grand Hotel, gunfire roared and battle cries filled the air.

Luan Hongchen manipulated hundreds of soul-guided cannons, repeatedly capturing the petite figure dancing with bells, while simultaneously fending off attacks from multiple experts, his forehead beaded with sweat.

He's not afraid of the Dark Bell in a head-on confrontation, but now he has to guard his home, which is too much for him.

With a darting gaze, Luan Hongchen's eyes finally settled on Qian Gu Zhangting, who was fiercely attacking Yuan En Yehui with his staff. He thought angrily, "Damn it, the Spirit Pagoda actually cooperates with these bastards. I'll make you pay later."

Manipulating the soul-guided cannon to force Qian Gu Zhang Ting back, Luan Hong Chen, his face contorted with rage, shouted in a deep voice, "Qian Gu Zhang Ting, do you know what you're doing?"

Qian Gu Zhangting used his staff to block the cannon fire. With his level 78 soul power amplified by the three-word battle armor, he was approaching the level of a Super Douluo. He did a backflip and landed steadily, saying fearlessly, "Of course I know! I am creating a future for the Spirit Pagoda and removing the gloom that hangs over it."

He mimicked the image of Qian Gu Dongfeng from his memory, smiling and sighing, "Dean Hongchen's students are truly remarkable; each one is a genius. In a few decades, they will all be top-tier experts. How will our Spirit Pagoda breathe then?"

He shook his head and gestured for the five Title Douluos behind him to charge forward.

"Feng Zaixing must die, but you people can live. Swear to join the Spirit Pagoda and my Eternal Family, and I, the young master, will spare your lives."

Unaware of the ever-changing war situation outside, and confident that he had the upper hand, Qian Gu Zhang Ting decided to use his authority as the young master of the Spirit Pagoda to recruit a few subordinates.

His gaze swept over Yuanen Yehui, Le Zhengyu, Long Chen, Wu Siduo, and others. He clicked his tongue in admiration, lamenting that Gu Yue and Na'er had followed Feng Zaixing to the palace banquet and were now likely dead.

At this moment, Witch Douluo Li Mengjie brought a large number of experts to join the battle, which immediately increased the pressure on the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy.

Zhang Geyang went to the ocean to seek opportunities, while Li Mengjie stayed in the shadows, not daring to make a move. Instead, she decided to help Qian Gu Zhangting.

Seeing the experts from the Spirit Pagoda coming to his aid, Qian Gu Zhang Ting's arrogance grew stronger and stronger. He stopped using his Dragon-Panding Staff, put his hands on his hips, and laughed loudly: "Dean Hong Chen, you'd better think carefully about where you're standing, otherwise you'll look very bad today."

Dark Bell giggled, her fair legs hopping around. It would be hard for an ordinary person to associate this cute girl with the Dark King of the Holy Spirit Cult.

"You'd better stop resisting, or you might be in big trouble."

The bell emitted a clear and melodious magical sound. Luan Hongchen lowered his brows, about to invite out a powerful figure he didn't really want to deal with.

The next moment, the space of the broken hotel suddenly distorted, and then the twelve War Gods of the War God Hall, including Dark Emperor Douluo Luo Yuhang and Begonia Douluo Shi Mengshan, appeared, their faces confused, as if they did not quite understand what was going on.

Above the ocean, Jin Lao, who had just finished steaming, gently wiped away his sweat, a smile playing on his lips; the master of void teleportation was naturally his doing.

Yuan Enhui looked up and saw that Na'er, Gu Yue, and Yu Xin were also attacking the black and red mechs on the outside. She breathed a long sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her snowy face.

Their presence signifies that the naval battle is now safe, and a positive outcome is on the horizon tonight.

Qian Gu Zhangting was taken aback, and his face quickly darkened. With the arrival of the twelve War Gods and three women from the War God Hall to assist him, the advantage in the battle had vanished. But how could he accept this?

"Kill! Kill as many people as possible!"

Qian Gu Zhangting swept his staff towards a low-ranking War God. The Star Luo branch of the Spirit Pagoda and the Green Skull organization led by Nanali pressed forward together. Countless seventh spirit rings lit up, and the final battle was about to begin!

"seal up!"

Yu Xin stared at Qian Gu Zhang Ting, her eyes filled with a chilling aura. She unfurled the Investiture of the Gods and unleashed a rain of sealing light. Several powerful figures, including Qian Gu Zhang Ting, were instantly frozen in place, their soul power sealed.

"prick!"

Na'er's lips curled into a smile, her movements were like a ghost, she leaped through space, and with one spear she pierced through the three-word battle armor, stabbing into the right shoulder blade of Qian Gu Zhang Ting as he gripped his staff.

"Ah—" Qian Gu Zhangting cried out in pain.

"And me too."

Gu Yue's delicate hands moved swiftly, manipulating spatial elements, creating spatial vortexes in all directions.

Na'er's expression was cold and pale. She carried her spear and moved through the crowd. In the blink of an eye, she unleashed dozens of spear beams. Blood spurted from the ancient pavilion, and the pavilion fell straight down.

"This punch is mine!"

Yuan Enhui leaped into the air, using his Titan Ape form to unleash the "Overturning Sea Divine Fist" taught by Feng Zaixing, and struck Qian Gu Zhangting with tremendous force.

"Bang!"

A large hole, several meters in diameter, appeared in the earth. Qian Gu Zhang Ting convulsed inside the hole, his battle armor shattered, his dragon-coiled staff broken in two, and his bloodshot eyes revealed fear and disbelief.

How could he have lost, and lost so badly?

A similar scene unfolded elsewhere, where Xu Xiaoyan's Star Staff was incredibly powerful on the chaotic battlefield, showering starlight like rain and immobilizing enemies, only for top-tier combatants to then finish them off.

At this moment, a tremendous commotion came from beyond the sky. Nanali released her senses and saw Hu Jie being forcefully obliterated and refined by Feng Zaixing, who descended like a divine weapon from the sky. Her little face couldn't help but turn pale.

"How come this guy is even more sinister than us?"

Nanali felt that if Feng Zaixing came, he would most likely destroy her, so she fought and retreated, trying to escape.

When Feng Zaixing raised his spear and went to fight Harossa, Nanali didn't hesitate any longer. She rolled up the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie with her bell and threw her to be her own scapegoat.

"Hehe, she's yours now." Nanali vanished in a puff of smoke, decisively betraying her ally with ulterior motives.

Luan Hongchen unleashed a cannon shot, which struck the Witch Douluo Li Mengjie squarely. Seeing that Li Mengjie was still alive, his eyes lit up.

"Li Mengjie, you actually have a divine artifact protecting you? Alright, you belong to my Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy! Everyone, attack!"

Luan Hongchen stopped chasing Nanali and opened fire on Li Mengjie, treating her like an evil spirit master.

Li Mengjie struggled to stay afloat with her witch's cloak, crying out inwardly, "Oh no!" before Yu Xin shone the Investiture of the Gods on her head, snatched away the divine artifact, and turned her into a treasure-delivering boy.

With the fall of Nanali and Li Mengjie, the experts of the Spirit Pagoda and the Holy Spirit Cult were either killed or captured.

"Strip these guys of their gold, silver, and pants! They say you can pluck a feather from a passing goose, so today I'll be the greedy toad!"

In a whirlwind of excitement, he took up the life of a notorious bandit, turning the cold-blooded evil spirit master into a heartwarming resource—who could resist that?

Long Chen, ever the obsequious one, brought over a captured red mech and asked, "Teacher, the boss and the others are still locked in fierce combat. Should we go and provide reinforcements?"

Luan Hongchen glanced outside, his face darkening: "Reinforcements my foot! Your teacher might not even be a match for your boss now."

After thinking for a moment, Luan Hongchen waved his hand and said, "Here's what we'll do: go and tie up all the people from the Spirit Transmission Academy, leave no one behind. Also, keep a close watch on the Thousand Ancient Pavilion. These people are the evidence that we destroyed the Spirit Transmission Tower."

"Yes!" Upon receiving the order, Long Chen strode forward, pulled Le Zhengyu along, and gathered his men. The Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chicks duo sprang into action at lightning speed.

Luan Hongchen squinted and nodded, glancing around at the trainees cleaning up the battlefield, and soon revealed a silly grin that said, "We're ready to win the parade."

Feng Zaixing once said that he would join forces with Qian Gu Dongfeng to suppress Shrek Academy, and that when the conflict became irreconcilable in a few years, he would find someone willing to cooperate to take over. Today, everything is indeed developing according to his plan.

Now freed from its burdens, the Federation will enter a period of unprecedented development.

"What a pity, what a pity! Qian Gu Zhang Ting is a good-for-nothing wretch. Qian Gu Dong Feng, you're cunning all your life, how could you have produced such a useless grandson?"

"Clang!"

The golden spear blocked the sword's edge, and Feng Zaixing closed in, wrestling with Harosa, causing the elemental forces of heaven and earth to surge violently.

Behind Feng Zaixing, the Holy and Evil Mark evolved into a hundred-meter-long Dao Diagram, with angelic radiance rotating and blazing flames scorching the soul.

Around Harosa, the gray mist of the Netherworld's Rebirth Domain soared into the sky, the Netherworld Emperor's sword energy radiated in all directions, and his ghostly claws were menacing.

The two remained locked in a stalemate for two seconds before Halosa took the initiative to step back, avoiding the Crescent Space Slash that Yu Guanjun had unleashed with his divine brush.

The sun and moon rise together, the sun like a golden crow, the cold moon like jade, shooting out countless sharp rays that can cut through gold and jade.

Harosa fought and retreated, occasionally turning his undead creatures into sacrificial provisions to absorb their power and evade the enemy's fierce attacks.

There was nothing they could do; the opposing team was simply too strong, and Harosa, despite possessing near-invincible combat power, had no way to utilize it.

The three clashed for dozens more rounds. Feng Zaixing seized an opportunity to ambush the Death Knight, using the devouring power of the Golden Dragon Spear to kill two of them and quickly recover his physical condition.

"Boy, you dare to underestimate me!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Death and Decay!"

Harosa was so angry that his eyes were about to burst. His eighth spirit ring lit up instantly. With a few movements, he drew the Hades Sword downwards, and gray-white light bloomed outwards like flower petals.

Upon seeing the gray petals appear, Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao both showed fear. Feng Zaixing, after a moment's thought, advanced instead of retreating, his eyes flashing with a glimmer of spiritual power.

The space suddenly twisted and folded, causing the gray-white petals to bloom at a slower pace. Then, marks of sainthood and evil appeared all over Feng Zaixing's body. His handsome face was half saint and half evil, and his upright body was as firm as a pine tree and a divine sword. The order of heaven and earth began to rotate.

The next instant, something unbelievable happened to Harosa—as he died and withered, some of his petals transformed from evil to holy, and his aura greatly weakened.

At the same time, the light and dark elements surged from all directions, and a sacred giant flower with an extremely similar shape, even larger in size, appeared in front of Feng Zaixing. Its bright golden light surged forth, bringing forth vitality wherever it passed, colliding with death and decay.

Harosa asked in surprise, "What kind of spiritual realm is this?"

Feng Zaixing laughed, "Your Netherworld Rebirth Domain has a second form, and my Myriad Manifestations Divine Guidance naturally also has a second form. This domain is a hundred-mile universe," he said, having just comprehended it when he killed a great enemy on the ocean.

"Within a hundred miles of heaven and earth, wherever my will is, I am the master of heaven and earth; if my cultivation were a little deeper, not to mention imitating your soul skill, I could even reverse your soul skill back into the past."

In a sense, his move is the nemesis of evil spirit masters.

Harosa's expression turned completely somber, and he said sorrowfully, "I am not reconciled! Why is Heaven so unjust?"

Feng Zaixing shook his head: "It's a pity that although we are both chosen ones of this world, our paths are different; otherwise, I could spare your life tonight."

"Alright, tell me where the Demon Emperor is, and also the other experts of your Holy Spirit Cult. I'll try to send them to you as soon as possible."

Harosa shook his head violently and said sternly, "I don't know where the Demon Emperor is, and you can forget about getting any information about her from me! Kill those ants if you can, turn the Star Luo and Dou Ling continents upside down, and one day we'll wipe them out!"

"That's a pity." Feng Zaixing sighed softly, his eyes immediately turning cold and sharp.

"The Nine Cauldrons are sealed!"

Nine battle cauldrons fell from the sky, and Harosara swung his sword to knock several of them away. The last two death knights, however, did not have the power to do so and were all suppressed.

Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao flew out and entangled Harosa tightly.

Feng Zaixing killed two Death Knights with his spear, then fought Halosa again. He released Baili Qiankun and then the Holy Body Heavenly Kingdom Domain, but the twelve angel warriors were nowhere to be seen.

The twelve angel warriors had all been injured by the Tang Sect's fixed-position soul-guided cannons; otherwise, the battle would have ended long ago.

But the impact was not significant. Amidst the interplay of light and shadow on the battlefield, the three masters launched thousands of attacks in rapid succession.

When Harosa was exhausted, he made a careless move, and Feng Zaixing seized the opportunity. He gripped the Golden Dragon Spear in his right hand and stabbed Harosa's wrist, while his left hand formed the Sea God Fist seal and unleashed a powerful punch.

Harosa's mouth cracked open, and his right hand swept out like an eagle's claw. Fist imprint met claw imprint, blood, soul power, and spiritual power surged, and both of them coughed up blood and flew around.

"If I hadn't been so exhausted, that one claw would have killed you!" Harosa said fiercely.

Yu Guanjun and Kong Yao seized the opportunity and both attacked, hitting Halosa. Hades Douluo was bleeding in the sky and was almost cut in half by the spatial order.

Feng Zaixing's face was ashen, and he retorted loudly, "If I were ten years older, that punch would surely condemn you to eternal damnation!"

As he spoke, the Blazing Fire God-level mech appeared, transforming into an eight-meter-long bow beside Feng Zaixing. Feng Zaixing's body swelled, he drew back the bowstring, and used the Golden Dragon Spear as an arrow, his eyes gleaming with the sharp light of an eagle.

"Arrow slays the near-god!"

The bowstring twanged, and light flashed across the sky. Harosa could no longer dodge and had to parry with his sword.

But it couldn't be stopped.

The Hades Sword cracked and slipped from his hand the instant they made contact. Harosa's chest was ripped open, and he was carried away by the divine spear, bleeding profusely, streaking across the night sky like a meteor before crashing heavily onto the square of Star Luo City.

Golden light, like mist, followed by a gust of wind that swept down, asking, "Any last words?"

Harosa gave a bitter laugh and shook his head slightly.

Feng Zaixing nodded, raised his sword and brought it down, a fine head spurting blood, and a large swath of flames descended, burning away Harosa's remains.

Then, he turned around, used the Golden Dragon Spear to lift Harosa's head, and flew into the air, as if standing under the full moon, roaring: "The Underworld Emperor is dead, the Holy Spirit Cult will surely perish!"

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