Douluo Continent: Starting with the Tiger Emperor Template

Nangong Wan suddenly stood up, and the immense pressure of a Title Douluo poured down like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

The air in the hall seemed to be sucked out at that moment, and several subordinates were pressed to the ground, making it extremely difficult for them to breathe.

"Are you all just sitting around doing nothing?!"

A roar exploded in the hall, causing the soul-guiding lamps on the walls to shake violently.

The evil spirit master kneeling at the front kowtowed desperately, the sound of his forehead hitting the ground dull and rapid.

His voice was trembling and almost incoherent, choked with sobs.

"Sir, we really did our best to find out who the murderer is..."

He lay on the ground, too afraid to raise his head.

"But when we arrived at the scene, we found that there wasn't even a trace left."

"There's no body, no soul, no bloodstains, not a single clue has been destroyed, not even a trace of soul power. We have no idea how they did it."

His voice grew softer and softer, as if he couldn't believe what he was saying.

"It's as if... it's as if everything has been purified."

"Even the souls we carefully collected have all vanished."

He swallowed hard, his voice dry like sandpaper.

"We can't find any clues at all, absolutely none. It's as if the attackers never existed..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Nangong Wan raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

The evil spirit master's voice abruptly stopped. His head seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and then there was a soft "poof" sound.

The head exploded on the shoulder.

Blood mixed with pale brain matter splattered in all directions, splashing onto the clean ground, onto the soul-guiding lamp shades on the walls, and onto the faces of the evil soul masters kneeling behind him.

The headless corpse swayed twice, then slowly tilted forward and crashed to the ground with a dull thud.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, meandering across the ground and staining a large area red.

The hall was so quiet you could hear the sound of blood dripping.

The remaining evil spirit masters knelt on the spot, trembling violently, but they didn't even have the courage to raise their hands to wipe the blood off their faces.

They kept their heads down, staring intently at the ground in front of them, terrified that they would be the next ones to get their heads blown off.

One of the evil spirit masters, whether out of sheer terror or simply by nature, instinctively stuck out his tongue and licked the white brain matter splattered on the corner of his mouth.

Nangong Wan's gaze happened to sweep over this scene.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the rage on his face intensified. He then raised his hand again, his fingers loosely clenched.

"puff."

Another soft sound.

The evil spirit master who was licking the white liquid didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded into a cloud of blood mist on his shoulder.

The headless corpse swayed and fell, crashing down next to the previous corpse. The two headless corpses lay side by side on the ground, blood gushing from the severed neck, pooling into a small pool of blood.

"You bastard."

Nangong Wan's voice was as cold as a knife.

"What time is it? Still eating there?"

He slowly withdrew his hand, a faint black soul power fluctuation still lingering at his fingertips.

His gaze swept across the faces of the remaining evil spirit masters, and everyone he saw trembled, wishing they could shrink their heads into their chests.

"Do you know how much effort and time our sect spent collecting those souls?"

Nangong Wan's voice wasn't loud, but every word sounded like it was being ground out from between his teeth.

"Those souls, each one was carefully selected—the souls of soul masters, souls with extraordinary talents, souls containing powerful resentment. Do you know how many years our sect spent collecting them?!"

He stomped his foot hard, and the ground beneath his feet shattered with a roar, cracks spreading in all directions like a spider web.

"And you, you couldn't even find a single hair on the murderer's head?"

Nangong Wan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

"Could the other party be a god? Able to take away all the clues?"

He stared at the evil spirit master kneeling before him and said, word by word:

"If the murderer killed someone, did they leave no soul behind?"

"They didn't even leave their souls behind..."

One of the evil spirit masters finally couldn't hold back anymore and was so aggrieved that he almost cried.

His voice trembled, filled with deep despair and helplessness:

"Sir, we really searched the place thoroughly. There was nothing there."

"Not only the soul, but even those auras that we evil spirit masters are best at tracking—resentment, death energy, residual soul power—are all gone. It's as if they were sucked away by some method."

He looked up, his face covered in blood and tears, looking utterly wretched.

"Therefore, based on our speculation, the murderer is likely one of our own kind... only not from our sect."

Nangong Wan frowned slightly.

"similar?"

He repeated those two words, his anger slightly subsiding, replaced by a thoughtful expression.

The cultivation method of evil soul masters is unique in the entire Douluo Continent.

The aura that had been sucked away at the scene—the resentment was gone, the death aura was gone, and the souls were gone too—it really seemed like they had been used as cultivation resources by another evil spirit master.

But the problem is...

What kind of evil soul master could single-handedly destroy eight strongholds and kill eight soul saints in the same day?

Even if Nangong Wan himself were to do it, he might not be able to do it so cleanly and efficiently.

"Since that's the case..."

Nangong Wan spoke slowly, his voice low and deep.

"Take me to the scene."

He stood with his hands behind his back, black soul power slowly flowing around him, enveloping his figure in a layer of cold shadow.

"If they really are the same kind..."

He paused, a glint of something unfathomable flashing in his eyes.

"I'm afraid my Holy Spirit Church will once again welcome a powerful ally."

After speaking, Nangong Wan's face darkened, his eyes swirling with violence and confusion. He raised his hand to wipe away the brain matter smeared on his fingertips and said coldly:

"Lead the way. If you dare to deceive me, your fate will be even worse than his."

The remaining evil spirit masters felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and hurriedly bowed to lead the way, their steps so frantic that they almost tripped.

They knew in their hearts that the leader's patience had run out, and if they couldn't find even the slightest clue, no one would leave here alive today.

……

Soon, they arrived at one of the destroyed branch altars of the Holy Spirit Church.

Like the other strongholds that Lu Ren had dealt with, this place was empty, without any corpses or bloodstains, and there wasn't even a trace of the putrid smell unique to evil soul masters in the air. There was only a silent atmosphere after it had been completely purified.

The moment Nangong Wan stepped into the stronghold, his brows furrowed deeply.

He stretched out his withered hand, and a dense blackish-purple soul power emanated from his palm, slowly covering the ground.

As a Title Douluo-level evil soul master, he has an extremely keen sense of the aura of his own kind and can trace the truth of the battle through residual energy traces.

But the next second, Nangong Wan's expression suddenly changed.

The moment his soul power touched the ground, it vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea. Not only could no one sense any residual aura, but they couldn't even detect a single energy fluctuation.

The entire stronghold seemed to have been thoroughly cleansed by a strange force, erasing not only physical traces but also completely devouring or purifying the remnants of souls and soul power, leaving not a single traceable clue.

"This is impossible..."

Nangong Wan muttered to himself, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He had witnessed countless brutal battles, even the deadly battles between Title Douluo would leave behind some residual energy or fragments of souls.

But this stronghold was so clean that no one had ever set foot there, which was a violation of the basic rules of the Soul Master world.

"My lord, can you feel it?" a demonic soul master asked cautiously. "There isn't even a trace of soul power left here, it's as if... as if it's been completely devoured by something."

"Eaten?" Nangong Wan's eyes narrowed. "No, not eaten, but directly purified!"

"The enemy possesses abilities similar to a Holy Angel Martial Soul, purifying all our compatriots. As for the whereabouts of those souls, they were also purified by the enemy!"

"Or perhaps, the opponent's martial soul is the Holy Angel!"

Nangong Wan's face instantly turned a liver color.

No wonder the other side was able to wipe out eight of their branch altars in one fell swoop, and the clues were so hard to find. You know, if the Holy Angels were to purify these evil soul masters, they could gain an improvement in their cultivation.

They've become each other's emotional tools, used as experience points by their partners!