Douluo Continent: The Evil Tiger Subdues the Eight Desolations, and Marries Zhu Zhuqing

Lin Ye said matter-of-factly, "Big kitty, get up quickly, take a shower before you sleep. You've been running around outside all day, and you're covered in the smell of barbecue and sweat."

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head like a rattle drum.

"No, I'm so tired today, I don't want to move, I don't want to wash." She started to act spoiled.

Lin Ye crossed his arms, looked down at her, and grinned mischievously.

"Don't want to wash? Fine."

As Lin Ye spoke, he began to unbutton his coat.

"If you're not going to wash, then I'll wash you myself. I need to wash anyway, and I'll give you a back scrub and massage while I'm at it. My technique is professional."

Lin Ye took off his coat and threw it on the chair, then walked towards the bed, pretending to pull Zhu Zhuqing's clothes.

Zhu Zhuqing was startled when she heard this.

She knew Lin Ye too well; if this guy were to personally help her take a bath, it would definitely be more than just a bath.

As you wash, you'll inevitably end up washing the bed.

She was so tired that she didn't even want to move a finger, let alone endure Lin Ye's torment.

Zhu Zhuqing quickly got out of bed, grabbed a clean nightgown from beside her, hugged it to her chest, and said with a flushed face, feeling both ashamed and indignant:

"No! You pervert, stay away from me! I'll just wash myself!"

After saying that, she rushed into the bathroom like a gust of wind and locked the door behind her.

Lin Ye stood outside the door, listening to the sound of water coming from inside, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This girl is still so easily teased.

Half an hour later, Zhu Zhu finished her shower and came out wearing a silk nightgown.

Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, exuding the fresh scent of shower gel.

Lin Ye quickly took a shower and changed into his pajamas.

The two lay on the large bed.

Lin Ye reached out and pulled Zhu Zhuqing into his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm.

Zhu Zhuqing found a comfortable position and closed her eyes.

"Go to sleep, we have to go to the Soul Arena tomorrow." Lin Ye kissed her forehead.

"Hmm..." Zhu Zhuqing responded vaguely and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Ye looked at her sleeping face, pondering tomorrow's battle, then closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the window and fell onto the bed.

After washing up and having breakfast, Lin Ye and Zhu Zhu walked side by side toward the exclusive fighting arena inside the Spirit Hall.

This arena is enormous, with the ground paved entirely with hard granite and surrounded by powerful defensive soul-guiding arrays, specifically designed for high-level soul masters to spar.

When the two entered the Soul Arena, Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo were already standing on the viewing platform.

In the center of the venue stood a middle-aged man.

The man was tall and wore a gray, close-fitting outfit, with his arms crossed over his chest.

His eyes were extremely cold, and he exuded a sharp sword aura.

Lin Ye glanced at the man, then turned to look at Bibi Dong on the viewing platform.

"Teacher, we're here!" Lin Ye called out.

Bibi Dong nodded and pointed to the middle-aged man in the center of the arena, saying:

"Lin Ye, his name is Jian Chen, is a high-ranking deacon of our Spirit Hall. His spirit is a heavy sword, and his spirit power is at the peak of level 89, just one step away from becoming a Title Douluo."

"Your opponent today is him. Go on, let me see your current combat skills."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ye frowned immediately.

He looked at Bibi Dong and complained with a displeased expression:

"Teacher, you're really underestimating me. I'm already level 79, and you're trying to fight me with a level 89 Contra?"

"What's the point of this? You could at least send down a Title Douluo, like that elder playing with his chrysanthemum over there, I think he'd be quite suitable."

Lin Ye directly targeted Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo on the viewing platform nearly jumped up in anger.

"You brat, who are you calling to play with chrysanthemums! You have no manners!" Chrysanthemum Douluo pointed at Lin Ye and cursed.

Bibi Dong glared at Lin Ye and said coldly:

"You brat, don't be so arrogant, don't underestimate your opponent."

"An 89th-level, power-attack type Soul Douluo is not to be underestimated. You should defeat this one first. If you can't even beat him, don't even think about becoming a Title Douluo."

Jian Chen, standing in the center of the arena, had a livid face.

He is a powerful level 89 Soul Douluo, a prominent figure in the Spirit Hall.

He was already somewhat annoyed that His Holiness the Pope had asked him to be a sparring partner for a mere youth.

Now look what's happened! This kid actually complained about his weakness right in front of him!

Jian Chen sneered inwardly.

"What an arrogant holy son! No matter how high your talent is, you are still just a seven-ring Soul Saint. There is an insurmountable gap between a Soul Saint and a Soul Douluo."

"Since you're so arrogant, I'll use seventy percent of my strength to teach you a lesson and show you what it means to be arrogant."

Thinking of this, Jian Chen took a step forward and stared intently at Lin Ye.

"Your Highness, swords have no eyes. If I hurt you later, please forgive me." Jian Chen's voice was tinged with coldness.

Lin Ye slowly walked to the opposite side of Jian Chen, only ten meters away from him.

He picked at his ear and looked at Jian Chen with disdain.

"You think you can hurt me?" Lin Ye scoffed.

"Uncle, it's not that I look down on you, but if you can make me back even half a step today, I'll consider it a loss."

Jian Chen was thoroughly enraged by Lin Ye's words.

He suddenly roared, and the soul power within his body erupted.

"Martial Soul Possession!"

A two-meter-long, door-wide black giant sword appeared in Jian Chen's hand, its blade gleaming with a cold, icy light.

Immediately afterwards, eight spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black.

This is the optimal soul ring combination.

The pressure of an 89th-level Soul Douluo instantly surged towards Lin Ye.

The surrounding air hissed and cut because of the sharp sword energy.

Jian Chen gripped the sword hilt with both hands, the tip of the sword pointing directly at Lin Ye.

"Holy Son, reveal your Martial Soul!" Jian Chen roared.

Lin Ye looked at the menacing Jian Chen and sighed helplessly.

"Since you insist on seeking torture, then I'll grant your wish."

Lin Ye stood still, only slightly lowering his head.

The next second, a pressure ten or even a hundred times more terrifying than Jian Chen's erupted from Lin Ye's body!

Lin Ye suddenly raised his head, his eyes instantly turning dark purple.

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, possess me!"

With a deafening roar of a tiger, an extremely dense blackish-purple evil aura surged out from Lin Ye's body, instantly enveloping half of the Soul Arena.

A fierce wind howled, and dark purple lightning bolts darted wildly through the evil aura, crackling and exploding.

Lin Ye's body grew taller, his muscles bulged, and his hands transformed into sharp tiger claws.

A terrifying aura filled with destruction, evil, and domineering force directly crushed the sword energy pressure released by Jian Chen.

Immediately afterwards, the ground beneath Lin Ye's feet began to shake.

First, six black spirit rings slowly rose from beneath his feet.

The entire arena fell silent instantly.

Jian Chen's hand, gripping the giant sword, began to tremble uncontrollably.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at the six black spirit rings on Lin Ye's body.

"This...how is this possible?" Jian Chen screamed frantically in his heart.