Douluo: Legend of the Dragon King - The Voice of the Purple Emperor

Chapter 184 Ordinary People, Yet Heroes

Before the thug could even refute, his pupils were already flashing with a boundless purple light.

Ah!

The screams of the thugs echoed through the air, sending chills down the spines of those who heard them.

"Thank you!" Mo Lan expressed her gratitude to Gu You.

"You're welcome. What I'm more grateful for is you, for letting me know that even in ordinary jobs, there are still heroes forging ahead."

"But there's no need to make it sound so grand." Mo Lan chuckled. As a high-speed rail conductor, these were all part of their duties. But being praised always made her feel a little proud.

It wasn't just because of Mo Lan's bravery in facing the thugs, but also because she was the daughter of a congressman. Every federal congressman had helped him in some way, and even if Mo Lan were a coward today, he would still step in.

……

"I've arranged a one-month All-Alliance Soul Guidance High-Speed ​​Rail pass for you. With this pass, you can ride any high-speed rail train at any time."

Gu You accepted it and thanked him.

Upon arriving in Tiandou City, Gu You's first stop was the Blacksmith Association, where he was sure to find a powerful opponent who could match him.

However, this time, not long after Gu You left the train, his glorious deeds had already spread throughout the country.

"Who exactly is that child?" Mo Wu's mood was in turmoil today. As a high-ranking official in Tian Dou City and one of the councilors of the entire alliance, he held a high position and great power.

When he received the news that the soul-guided train under his daughter's supervision had been hijacked by criminals, his vision went black and he almost fainted.

He was busy all his life, and he cherished his only daughter as the apple of his eye.

There had been previous terrorist attacks on trains, resulting in the destruction of the train, loss of life, and enormous damage. He had even discussed with his daughter the possibility of her quitting this profession, but Mo Lan politely declined.

But I never expected that this kind of thing would happen to my own daughter so soon.

News kept coming in, all bad news, especially the fact that Mo Lan had broken off the train and stayed in the carriage where the criminals were.

Cluster bombs and soul-guided cannons were deployed. Bad news kept pouring in; according to military analysis, Mo Lan's chances of being rescued were extremely slim. Even deploying powerful soul masters and advanced mechs would be unlikely to save her from that confined space. Only soul masters with special abilities could possibly succeed, but where could they possibly find such soul masters within such a short timeframe?

Just as Mo Wu was feeling extremely anxious, news suddenly came from the front that the crisis had been resolved and Mo Lan was unharmed.

Later, when he heard from his daughter that he had been rescued by a boy, he was almost incredulous. But his extraordinary abilities allowed him to uncover something: the boy was from Shrek.

At that moment, he immediately stood up to express his gratitude for saving his son's life, but to his surprise, the child had already run away, truly doing a good deed anonymously.

Just as he was annoyed and ordered his men to search, a stranger appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?" Mo Wu was naturally surprised to find that there was suddenly another person in the room, especially since he had greatly increased security.

The young man had a cold and handsome face, and possessed a unique aura. "Don't look for him."

Mo Wu's heart skipped a beat. "Shrek Academy?"

"I'm kind of his teacher," Wu Changkong said calmly.

Mo Wu breathed a sigh of relief. No wonder, all the teachers at Shrek Academy are strong, no wonder they were able to sneak in.

"Senior, I must repay this kindness." Mo Wu rarely showed his stubborn side.

Wu Changkong shook his head, and was about to take a step away when he suddenly stopped and reached out to grab Mo Wu with lightning speed.

"What are you doing?" Mo Wu asked in terror. He wasn't a Soul Master, so he couldn't possibly dodge Wu Changkong's grab.

A powerful force came, and he had already changed position.

"Come out!" Wu Changkong's eyes flashed with cold light as he looked toward a corner of the room.

"As expected of Shrek Academy." A deep, hoarse voice rang out, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows in the corner.

The man was completely shrouded in a large black cloak, holding a scepter in his right hand. When Mo Wu saw him, he felt a chill run through his body, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. The entire room seemed to become eerie as well.

"I was hoping to see who ruined our plans, but instead we've run into the councilor. And you, you wretched Shrek. In that case, I'll kill you first, then take the councilor away; that should make achieving our goal much easier."

One after another, spirit rings lit up beneath his feet. His spirit rings looked very different from those of a normal spirit master; they didn't appear all at once, but rather floated out like wisps of smoke. Two yellow, two purple, and three black—seven spirit rings in total. Moreover, a faint green mist swirled around the outer layer of these seven spirit rings.

"Evil Soul Master!" Wu Changkong's heart skipped a beat, and he pushed Mo Wu backward.

Mo Wu didn't move. As a councilor, he possessed a strong mental fortitude. He knew very well that the safest place right now was with this Shrek Academy teacher. If he couldn't deal with the evil spirit master in front of him, then there was no point in running away anywhere else.

"Call me the Plague Messenger." As he spoke, the evil spirit master raised his scepter, and a spirit ring on his body flashed. Instantly, a large amount of green mist surged out and filled the room.

Wu Changkong snorted coldly. As the spirit rings beneath his feet lit up, a chilling aura emanated from his body. Two yellow, two purple, and three black spirit rings appeared out of nowhere. The Heavenly Frost Sword leaped into his hand.

The sword tip pointed forward, and a flash of cold light burst forth, reaching directly in front of the opponent's chest.

When the Plague Messenger saw the number of spirit rings rising from Wu Changkong's body, his body trembled, but his reaction was very fast. He held his scepter horizontally, and the top of it lit up, like a green crystal, blocking the sword light.

"Ding!" With a crisp sound, the cold light instantly transformed into countless sword threads that burst forth, which was Frost Mark.

With his cultivation reaching the seventh-ring Soul Saint realm, Wu Changkong's strength surged once again. In the past six months, besides teaching, he had been diligently cultivating, and his overall strength had taken another big step forward.

Those streaks of frost not only enveloped the opponent, but the chill emanating from Wu Changkong also greatly slowed the spread of the plague.

"Good!" the Plague Messenger roared, suddenly crouching down, and then a burst of intense green light erupted from his body. The green light expanded like smoke, instantly growing larger. Even Wu Changkong's chilling aura couldn't withstand it.

If it were just Wu Changkong alone, he could easily charge in and attack with his soul power protecting him. But Mo Wu was also in the room. If an ordinary person like him were infected by a seventh-ring evil soul master skilled in plague, he would likely perish here, and even a god couldn't save him…

(End of this chapter)