Douluo: My Shura Armor, Shura God, get lost!

Chapter 13 Zhao Wuji and Liu Erlong Die Tragically! Yu Xiaogang, why haven't you paid your respects to His Holiness the Pope yet!

Tian Dou City.

Shrek Academy.

Because they were deeply threatened by the Spirit Hall.

The Heaven Dou Empire began to emphasize the training of Soul Masters.

They specially entrusted the royal family's promising Soul Masters to Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang for intensive training.

In the training field.

The master's face was stiff as he coldly watched the students running desperately.

Zhao Wuji stood to the side.

His gravity control is activated.

The immense pressure fell upon the two hundred-plus Soul Masters before them.

Liu Erlong, whip in hand, supervised with a fierce glint in his eyes.

A young Soul Master was a beat slower than usual.

next second.

A whip lashed out.

Snapped--

A bloodstain appeared on the Soul Master's face.

"I...I quit!"

The young Soul Master stopped and struggled to step out of the gravity control area.

He touched the bloodstains on his face and glared angrily at the master, Liu Erlong, and Zhao Wuji.

"We are not criminals!"

"This is simply unbearable for a human being!"

There is a leader now.

Immediately, many Soul Masters protested.

"right!"

"This is simply not a level of training that a human could achieve!"

"Your theory is completely flawed!"

Liu Erlong snorted angrily, took a few steps to the young soul master, and kicked him hard in the chest.

The young Soul Master was kicked several meters away.

"Who dares to say the master's theories are flawed?!"

"Keep training, all of you!"

He saw the Soul Masters who disobeyed him suffer severe punishment.

The master then pretended to stop Liu Erlong.

He glanced at the terrified Soul Masters and said coldly:

"Who says this isn't something a human being can endure?"

"Then...then you give it a try!"

Liu Erlong was furious again.

She raised her right hand, and a powerful surge of soul energy instantly pressed the arrogant soul master to the ground.

Until the Soul Master begged for mercy in agony.

She was the one who dispersed her soul power.

At this moment, the master nodded and said:

"I'll train with you guys."

"I will prove that my theory is worthy of the title of master."

Two minutes later.

The master's red color has warmed up.

He left the stage with his legs trembling.

The Soul Masters were excited, thinking they could finally get rid of this useless torment.

The master sat in his chair and said coldly:

"Keep training!"

"You don't need to compare yourself to me!"

"Without a powerful physique, how can one bear the weight of an older spirit ring, and how can one fight against the Spirit Hall!"

"My theory is sound!"

The Soul Masters were so angry they were practically grinding their teeth to dust.

Fuck your mother!

Your training!

Even you can't stand it!

They're going to torture us again!

After resisting and struggling.

Naturally, it was met with thunderous suppression from Liu Erlong and Zhao Wuji.

The entire training ground was filled with groans and cries.

……

Not far away.

"Pah, what a load of rubbish theory."

The Second Elder, Golden Crocodile Douluo, spat and said disdainfully:

"Building physical strength is not something that can be done overnight."

"With this level of training, your body will be ruined before you even get strong enough."

Bibi Dong's expression was calm, and it was unclear what she was thinking.

The elders had reservations.

But those who hold a high position can speak freely.

"master?"

Lion Douluo scoffed disdainfully:

"How dare he use that title?"

"Judging from his soul power, it's pitifully weak. How could he become an elder of my Spirit Hall?"

A slight smile appeared on Su Moxie's lips.

He waved his hand, walked at the front, and said:

"Let's go and meet this renowned master."

Listen to the screams that occasionally echoed from the training ground.

The master's expression was indifferent.

A sword must be sharpened!

How can something be sharp if it's not sharpened?

If it wears down and breaks!

It's not that no one else can do it, it's a problem with ourselves!

This is his philosophy!

At this time.

Zhao Wuji pointed outside the training ground and asked in confusion:

"Who are those people?"

"A new Soul Master sent by the Heaven Dou Royal Family?"

Liu Erlong looked in that direction.

She frowned.

"The one leading the group looks like a young master from a wealthy family."

"The remaining dozen or so people were dressed in black robes and dared not show their faces; they were probably guards."

"Regardless of background."

The master said coldly:

"As long as you train under me."

"Then he is just an ordinary Soul Master, and must strictly follow my requirements."

Liu Erlong nodded in agreement.

Zhao Wuji, with his towering, iron-tower-like physique, suddenly took several large steps forward, rudely blocking the middle of the road.

"To enter Shrek Academy, you must show your true face!"

"So timid and hesitant, could they be bandits from the Spirit Hall?"

"Quickly remove your black robes, or you will be subject to thunderous suppression!"

Su Moxie stopped in her tracks.

He looked at Zhao Wuji, who was standing in front of him, with a smile on his face.

He didn't need to take action.

Qianjun Douluo took a step forward.

Holding the dragon-patterned staff in his hand, one end suddenly grew to be over a meter in diameter.

Without saying a word.

He swung the sword down at Zhao Wuji's head.

Zhao Wuji's pupils dilated suddenly.

There was simply no time to react.

Snapped--

A crisp sound.

Zhao Wuji's head resembled a red-fleshed watermelon.

Torn apart.

It was completely shattered.

This scene was too bloody and terrifying.

The Soul Masters in the training ground screamed and scattered in all directions.

Blood splattered onto the faces of Master and Liu Erlong.

The two of them looked stunned.

He was stunned for a long time.

What...what happened?!

Zhao Wuji is dead?!

Demon Bear Douluo stepped forward.

He picked up Yu Xiaogang and casually threw him on the ground.

He wiped the chair with the corner of his clothes, his obsequious expression making him look like a lackey.

"Your Holiness, please have a seat!"

Ever since that one move almost crippled Su Moxie.

Demon Bear Douluo was completely convinced.

"The...the Pope?!"

Yu Xiaogang was even more bewildered.

The title of Pope.

Only the Spirit Hall possesses it.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall has arrived in person?!

But isn't Bibi Dong the Pope of the Spirit Hall?!

At this time.

Yu Xiaogang suddenly saw it.

Among the group of people in black robes, one of them seemed to deliberately and slowly lift a corner of his black robe.

She revealed a stunningly beautiful face with an indifferent expression.

"Bi...Bibi Dong!"

Yu Xiaogang's heart suddenly tightened.

The Pope of the Spirit Hall actually came!

But why is Bibi Dong lagging behind that young man?!

That young man was called the Pope?!

Yu Xiaogang felt dizzy.

He realized it.

Something earth-shattering seems to have happened at the Spirit Hall.

And this time.

Liu Erlong came to her senses.

His close friend, Zhao Wuji, died tragically before his eyes.

Her eyes turned blood red, and a fire dragon martial soul suddenly appeared behind her, unleashing a punch at Thousand-Pound Douluo.

"Die!"

Qianjun Douluo swung the Panlong Cudgel once more.

The terrifying speed and power caused the air to roar.

Liu Erlong's Fire Dragon Martial Soul was instantly destroyed.

The momentum of the coiled dragon staff did not diminish.

It hit her in the waist and abdomen.

click-

Bone fractured.

Liu Erlong's face suddenly turned red, and he coughed up blood mixed with his internal organs.

Qianjun Douluo excitedly swung his Panlong Staff twice.

Damn it!

Before His Holiness the Pope, he was as weak as an ant!

He thought the level 96 titled Douluo was finished!

So it turns out His Holiness the Pope is just too powerful!

Liu Erlong fell heavily in front of Yu Xiaogang.

Seeing the light in Liu Erlong's eyes gradually fade, Yu Xiaogang's face began to twitch uncontrollably.

"The Spirit Hall... the Spirit Hall!!!"

Words laced with chilling murderous intent.

It was squeezed out from Yu Xiaogang's teeth.

But he didn't finish his sentence.

A large hand grabbed his head and forced him to kneel in front of the chair.

"Show yourself who you are!"

"Hurry up and pay your respects to His Holiness the Pope!"

(End of this chapter)